The Last Holmes

Chapter one

It was Sherlock who answered the phone. If only John had not pushed him into it, if only he had talked to Lestrade first. It was the worst call to force him to take, the worst day to get sick of acting as the secretary to the detective. Sherlock simply slid the icon to accept the call, shot a quick glare at John and that was it.

Nothing else interrupted the DI as he explained that he was sorry but his last brother was gone and did he want to take the case? He would understand if personal reasons allowed him to dismiss it but he did want to at least offer the opportunity. Likewise, nothing stopped the face of Sherlock Holmes from draining of even the barest of colour it previously held before setting into a cold, hard stare. Other than that, no emotion dared to flicker.

"I'll take the case."

John was used to Sherlocks impulsive nature, but even he didn't see it coming as they looked at the body laying in the morgue.

In a second the detective had his hands around the neck that once belonged to his older brother and began to squeeze, to throttle the corpse. As it was a corpse, no reaction came and this seemed to further anger Sherlock,who grabbed and shook the lifeless form whilst it lay there. Large sobs erupted from his throat and frustrated, hot tears rushed down his face before he collapsed onto what used to be Mycroft. Sherlock held onto the lapels of his siblings suit and buried his face into his chest as he wept.

John simply watched the scene unfold but, seeing his friend cry, knew this was a private moment so backed out the mortuary. He'd seen so much of the enigma that was Sherlock Holmes but if he witnessed this, the raw emotion of the man it could spoil the illusion that John was happy to live with. Sherlock presented himself only how he wished to be seen and the doctor was satisfied with that version of the man.

He himself had known Mycroft and his death was enough for today, let alone the despair of his little brother. It was strange to picture Sherlock as a little brother, his sociopathic nature didn't lend itself to the role. The animal cries that came from the other side of the door didn't seem distinctly human, let alone Sherlocks own.