Sherlock's Human Error

Chapter 8

Sherlock and I left the building so that John and Mary could talk. I could feel Sherlock staring at me, so I looked at him. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by John storming out of the building and Mary following him. We called for a cab and made our way back to Baker Street. 

Once we arrived, I payed for the cab and watched as John hurriedly stormed up the stairs to the flat. Mary followed with Sherlock right behind her. I struggled a bit but managed to reach the top of the stairs. I was in pain. I shouldn't have left the hospital with Sherlock. "John! Mary! Sherlock! Oh, Amy. Oh, good gracious, you look terrible", Mrs Hudson said. Well, yeah was shot a week ago. "Get her some morphine from your kitchen. I've run out", Sherlock told Mrs Hudson. "I dont have any morphine", Mrs Hudson protested. "Then what exactly is the point of you?", Sherlock shouted at her. "SHERLOCK!", I said angrily, but also weakly as I felt I was about to collapse. 

"What is going on?", Mrs Hudson asked. "Bloody good question", John replied. "The Watsons are about to have a domestic and fairly quickly I hope, because we've got work to do", Sherlock said. "No, I have a better question. Is everyone i've ever met a psychopath?", John asked. Sherlock pondered on the question and answered "Yes". "No", I retorted. He gave me a look as if to say "now's not the time" and continued to speak. "Good that we've settled that. Now...", Sherlock said before he was interrupted by John. "Shut up. And stay shut up because this is not funny. Not this time", John shouted. "He didn't say it was funny", I said, defending Sherlock. John ignored me and looked straight at Mary. 

"You. What have I ever done? Hmm? My whole life, to deserve you?", John asked angrily. "Everything", Sherlock said. I hit him on the arm to tell him to shut up. "Sherlock, I told you, shut up", John said as her started pacing the floor. "No, I mean it, seriously. Everything", Sherlock said. "Everything you've ever done is what you did", I carried on. "Amy, one more word from either of you and I swear you will not need morphine", John said. I was taken aback by his comment, backing up away from him slightly. Sherlock moved in front of me slightly, as if to protect me. "You were a doctor who went to war. You're a man who couldn't stay in the suburbs for more than a month without storming a crack den and beating up a junkie. One of your best friends is a sociopath, who solves crimes as a alternative to getting high. That's me by the way, hello. Your other best friend aspires to be a nurse, who on the side, solves crimes with me. Even the landlady used to run a drug cartel", Sherlock said. 

"It was my husband's cartel. I was just typing", Mrs Hudson defended herself. "And exotic dancing", I added, earning a smirk from Sherlock. "Amy Turner if you've been youtubing...", Mrs Hudson playfully threatened. "John, you are addicted to a certain lifestyle. You're abnormally attracted to dangerous situations and people, so is it truly such a surprise that the woman you fall in love with conforms to that pattern?", Sherlock asked. "But she wasn't supposed to be like that. Why is she like that?", John said, on the verge of tears. I was nearly crying too. I think it was a mixture of my emotions and the pain from my stomach. "Because you chose her", I answered. 

John started pacing again. I could see him getting angrier with every footstep. "Why is everything always... MY FAULT?", John shouted. "Oh, the neighbours!", Mrs Hudson said as she rushed downstairs. "John, listen. Be calm and answer me. What is she?", Sherlock asked. I was confused at first but I then understood what Sherlock meant. "My lying wife?", John answered. "No, what is she?", I asked him. "The woman who's carrying my child, who has lied to me since the day I met her?", John questioned. "No, not in this flat, not in this room. Right here, right now. What is she?", Sherlock questioned. John was smiling as he finally caught onto what Sherlock and I were hinting at.

"Okay. Your way. Always your way. Sit", John said as he got a chair, placed it in the middle of the room, and gestured for Mary to sit down. "Why?", Mary asked. "Because that's where they sit. The people who come in here with their stories. The clients. That's all you are now, Mary. You're a client", John said as he started to cry again. "This is where you sit and talk, and this is where we sit and listen. Then we decide if we want you or not", I finished for him. John sat in his chair, Sherlock walked over to his and sat down too. I walked over and sat on the arm of Sherlock's chair. Mary finally walked over to the empty chair and sat down. Mary reached into her pocket and took out a flash drive. She put it onto the table next to John. It was silver and had the letters A.G.R.A written on it. "A-G-R-A. What's that?", I questioned. "Uh... My initials. Everything about who I was is on there. If you love me, don't read it in front of me", Mary replied. "Why?", John questioned. "Because you wont love me when you've finished. And I don't want to see that happen", Mary replied. John took the flash drive and put it in his pocket. 

"How much do you know already?", Mary asked, turning to Sherlock. "By your skill set, you are or were an intelligence agent. Your accent is currently English, but I suspect you are not. You're on the run from something. You've used your skills to disappear. Magnussen knows your secret, which is why you were going to kill him and I assume you befriended Janine in order to get close to him", Sherlock said. "Oh, you can talk", Mary said. I groaned in pain, I needed morphine. "Oh, look at you two. You should've got married", John said, sarcastically. "The stuff Magnussen has on me, I would go to prison for the rest of my life", Mary explained. "So you were just going to kill him?", I asked. "People like Magnussen should be killed, that's why there are people like me", Mary said. "Perfect! So that's what you were? An assassin? How could I not see that?", John exclaimed. "You did see that. And you married me. Because he's right. It's what you like.", Mary replied. "So, Mary... any documents that Magnussen has, concerning yourself, you want extracted and returned?", Sherlock asked. 

"Why would you help me?", Mary replied. "Because you saved my life", I replied. "Sorry. Sorry, what?", John asked. "When I happened on you and Magnussen, you had a problem. More specifically, you had a witness. The solution of course, was simple. Kill us both and leave. However, sentiment got the better of you. One precisely calculated shot to incapacitate me in the hope that it would bide you more time negotiate my finds. Of course, you couldn't shoot Magnussen. On the night that all of us broke into the building, your own husband would be a suspect, so... you calculated that Magnussen would use the fact of your involvement rather than sharing the information with the police, as is his MO. And then you left the way you came. Have I missed anything?", I said, struggling to breath because of the pain. Sherlock gave me a proud look. "How did she save your life?", John asked. "She phoned the ambulance", I answered. "I phoned the ambulance", John replied. "She phoned first. You didn't find Amy for another five minutes. Left to you, she would've died. The average arrival time for a London ambulance is... " 

There were footsteps getting louder and louder up the stairs. "Did somebody call an ambulance?", a paramedic asked. "Eight minutes. Did you bring any morphine, I asked on the phone", Sherlock finished as John got up out of his seat. "We were told there was a shooting", the paramedic said. "There was, last week. But I believe I am bleeding internally. My pulse is very erratic. You may need to restart my heart", I said, getting up, whilst taking my pulse. I fell straight back down again, to be caught by Sherlock and Mary. "John. Magnussen is all that matters now. We can trust Mary. She saved Amy's life", Sherlock said, whilst supporting me. "She shot her", John added. "Uh, mixed messaged, I grant you. That is a..." I said, before I was interrupted by the sounds of my own groaning. I think I'm having a heart attack. I was placed on the floor and the paramedics did their thing.