(Major editing) It wouldn't take a consulting detective to see that I love you.

Chapter 40.

AUTHOR NOTE

Hey guys, we have come to the end of the fanfic unfortunately. I hope yas enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If yas enjoyed this go check out me other story? I should be posting on it more regularly now that this one is finished. Love yas BYEE.

Ps. I can't write in johns pov :(

Johns POV

After Sherlock leaves with Seb, I turn to the boy. "What is happening?" I ask. "To be honest I don't know" he tells me, looking up with a frown. After that we sit in silence. It's an awkward silence, but I don't know how to fill it.

The silence breaks about fifteen minutes after. Seb walks in and grabs my arm, dragging me towards the door. I am scared of Seb so I don't dare ask him what is happening.

We reach the door and he unlocks it before dragging me to a black car that is parked outside. 'God, I'm probably going to get killed' I think to myself. I feel my heart rate increasing with each second that goes by.

I feel uneasy as the door of the car opens but am surprised as Mycroft slides out. He looks angry. He begins shouting at Seb, asking where Sherlock is. Seb doesn't say a thing, he just looks at Mycroft with a plain expressing before shoving me over to him.

I got into the car and sat beside Mycroft. As soon as I pulled the door behind me, Mycroft's phone started ringing. He answered it immediately, "Sherlock?" was all he said. There was a low mumble of a response coming from the other end. I look at him to see that he was at the verge of tears. "Sherlock, what is happening. You wouldn't say anything like that unless something was happening. Tell me now." He almost shouted down the phone. This was when I started to cry. He began crying and handed me the phone.

I didn't know what to say to him. "Sherlock ? What's happening, I'm confused." I blurted out. "Nothing of your consern John, everything's fine." He told me nonchalantly. I cleared my throat and tried to calm myself before talking again. "Sherlock Holmes, you tell me what is going on this instant."

"It's nothing John I swear. Everything will be fine. I love you, but you know that of course. I have always loved you and I always will, you remember that okay? I'm going to have to go now,John. I'll see you later, I love you so much" he says before hanging up.

I am in shock as I hand the phone back to Mycroft. The car starts and we are driving further and further away from the building.

We sit in silence that is even more uncomfortable than it was before. There was nothing but the sound of the engine for then next few hours. When we pull up to St. Barts everyone stares at the car. We both get out and walk towards the school.

I feel uncomfortable with everyone's eyes on me. I look over to Mycroft to see that he has his head down.

I walk to my room without saying anything to anyone. When I get in, I change into pyjamas and lay down in the bed. I try to sleep but when I close my eyes all I can see is Sherlock. I decide to read a book for a while. I pick up the hobbit and break down in tears. I put it back before getting into bed again in hope of being able to cry myself to sleep.

I do eventually get to sleep. It's a dreamless sleep. It's just plain black, like sitting in a room without any light source, completely empty except me. All of a sudden there is a banging noise. I walk up and groggily answer the door.

It's Mycroft he is leaning against the doorframe, his face is bright red and tears are streaming down his face. I move to the side to let him in but instead he falls to his knees. I quickly swoop down and struggle to lift him into the room.

I sit him on my bed and pull a chair up beside him. "What is it Mycroft? Is it something about Sherlock ?" I asked him. This causes him to breakdown in more tears. "Okay wait here Mycroft, I'll be back in a minute." I mumble before pushing myself up from the seat.

I walk in the direction of Mycroft and Greg's room in hope of Greg being there. I knock on the door. I hear shuffling coming inside and sigh in relief. He opens the door and invites me in. I shake my head and begin dragging him to my room. He doesn't hesitate to follow me.

When we walk in Mycroft is hunched over with his head in between his legs, bawling loudly. Greg immediately rushes over to him and pulls him into a hug. He is rubbing his back and shushing him. "Do you why he's crying?" I ask Greg, sitting back down on the chair. He shakes his head and turns back to Mycroft.

He looks up to me. "It-it's Sherlock, John. He-he jumped." He says rubbing his eyes. "Jumped ?" I asked. "Off-off the roof, of the building." He starts sobbing again. Realisation hits me like bullet in the heart. I am in too much shock to do anything. Suddenly the room is tilting and everything turns black.

When I open my eyes, I am lying in my bed. There is a note on the chair beside me. I look at it but can't read it, my eyes are too blurry. I am crying, 'why am I crying ? Sherlock' I think. 'Sherlock is gone, he jumped off the building. Everything is gone, he was my everything.'

I struggle to my feet and shuffle over to Sherlock's bed and collapse in it. I wrap myself in his quilt, breaking in his scent. All I want to do is sleep. So that exactly what I do.