life and death

The message

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Lestrade:

They said that I was fine and that I can go back home.  I wanted to see John but the doctors wouldn't let me.  They said that he was still in intensive care and that it was family only. I asked them if he was ok. They nodded. That was a relief.

I walked outside. It looked calm as if nothing had happened. Only I knew different. I walked down the road and into a small café called 'the avenue'. the women behind the till gave me smile.  I looked away. " A expresso. Double shot." I said looking at my feet. She smiled. " coming right up."  she said.

5 minuets later.  "so whats your story then?" she asked.

" My story?"

"yeah how was your day?"

I thought for a moment.  My day?  How was I going to tell her that my girlfriend was dead and my best friend was in hospital?  " My day is none of your business.  Ok?" I snapped but I wasn't in the mood for talking to other people.  The girl looked offended. I sighed. " Look I'm sorry. But my day didn't go to well so far. " I told her. She nodded.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I took it out. After 2 bloody years now he decided to contact me. Sherlock. 

Greg we need to talk. Now.  meet me at Hyde Park Corner tube station.  I will be in the white coat with the black sunhat.

Sherlock.

At once I knew what he was going to talk about. John.

" Hey. about that coffee.  Would it be possible to have that as a take away?" I shouted at the girl. She nodded. " Thanks " I replied back. What the hell was Sherlock doing in London? Why would he risk it? Did he really love John that much? No. Come on. It was clear as day. Sherlock loved john and john loved Sherlock.  They can lie all they want because we all know the truth.

Hyde Park was and 10 minute tube ride from where I was now.  So I texted him back.

Be there in 15

I grabbed my coffee and quickly rushed out of the shop. I ran to the nearest tube station which was Holborn.  I rushed past a group of tourists that then started to complain as I got to the platform.

'Mind the gap' said the guy at the speakers. 

'The next train to Heathrow terminal 5 will arrive in 2 minuets' said another voice. I sat down and waited.  2 minuets later I heard the train growling through the tunnel as it neared the station. The sound always reminds me of a dragon growling.

Wizz. the train sped down the platform and it halted to a stop. the doors opened and I got in.

20 minutes later

I got off the train and scanned the platform for a figure in a white coat and black sun hat. There he was. Sherlock, sitting on a seat at the other end of the platform. I walked towards him...

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