Solving cases, defeating villains, all seem well for Sherlock Holmes until he meets someone rather particular. When the assassin Ashley and Sherlock become a team, something in their lives changes them forever. With old enemies and some new. Full of...
I looked at a picture of me and Gen of our 3rd week of being Married. We were in the forest leaning against a tree staring at each other. I was smiling at her with such love and adoration. She looked at me with an expression with love. I was ready to kiss her when the picture was taken. She was wearing a short dress that went to her thighs with thin noddle straps. Her long blonde hair was bound in a pony tail before she had dyed it to the brown color. I was wearing my button up shirt and nice dress pants. The grass was tall and it was shady where we were underneath the tree.
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I sighed and smiled at the picture. I put it back where it was sitting on the nightstand. I picked up another picture and looked at it. The picture was me holding Johnny the night after we had lost Gen the first time. I was holding him in my arms as he cried himself to sleep against my shoulder.
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I put that picture back and wiped my face. It had been 4 1/2 weeks since the funeral. I leaned back against the head board and looked at the twins. They were sleeping peacefully. I sighed and stood up. I walked into the living room and sat down into my chair. I leaned against the back and Mrs. Hudson was making me some tea. "Oh your up that's good."
"I've been up for the last 4 1/2 weeks I can't sleep anymore you know this." she nodded and handed me a cup of tea. I lifted it to my lips and started to drink. "Thank you by the way." she nodded and walked downstairs. I sighed and finished the cup of tea. I put it onto the table next to me and William walked into the living room.
"Hey dad can Scott and I go visit mum?" Mrs. Hudson looked at them.
"Sherlock why don't you go with them?" I shook my head and they left.
William
I looked at Scott. "Hey how are you doing?"
"I'm alright I guess I just feel bad for my dad, Johnny and Sherlock Mary."
"But you're going to help them right?" I nodded and sighed. We called a cab and climbed in. "To the Cemetery please." I looked out the window as we were driving through town.
"Hey do you really think that I would be able to help dad?" I looked at Scott.
"I don't know your dad is a mystery to everyone that knows him. I have no idea. If anyone could help him."
