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Author’s Note: End of the case guys! Lestrade makes his first appearance, and it’s a return of the trio of Harry Potter fans! They wanted to have another appearance, and who was I to deny them. Again, sorry, I’ve used real places, I don’t mean to offend anyone. Enjoy!
The Truth Will Out
“How are the stakes raised?” John frowned, grabbing the note from Sherlock. Sherlock was moving his lips, fingers massaging his temples, eyes closed. “Sherlock?”
“John, I am concentrating.”
“Sherlock, there are bloody LIVES at stake! Don’t you understand that?” Sherlock turned to glare at the shorter man.
“Yes, I do. Very well. This is not the first time that lives have been at stake before John. Don’t you remember The 5 Pips, as you so wittingly called it on your blog?” John pressed his mouth into a thin line.
“And it seems that you seem to forget about that! You don’t care, do you?” John shouted, attracted stares.
“Will caring about them save them?” Sherlock retorted angrily.
“No.”
“Then as I’ve said before, I will continue not to make that mistake.” John gasped at the sheer audacity.
“You still believe that you don’t care about people? What about Mrs Hudson? What about Lestrade. What about me?” Sherlock made an impatient noise.
“Of course I care about you John, of course I do. But these are people I’ve never met before. Why should I care? I know nothing about them. Do I want to? Not really. So why do you have this unnecessary need to humanise them?”
“BECAUSE THEY ARE HUMAN, SHERLOCK. THEY HAVE LIVES!” John screamed, losing all patience. More and more people were stopping and staring, muttering in amongst themselves. He could hear snippets: “Poor man, has he lost his medication?” “Why do they let them out when they’re still unstable?” “What a racket?” Strange.
“John.” Sherlock sounded calm, collected. “You need to keep calm. Getting angry isn’t going to help them.” John took deep breaths, pinching his nose.
“Sorry.” John muttered.
“It’s okay. I was being harsh.”
“No, I shouldn’t have struck out.”
“Don’t worry.” John looked up, and saw in Sherlock’s eyes compassion. He gave a small smile.
“Do you know what the reference is to?” The crowd was parting, leaving only the three girls that argued with them earlier.
“’Don’t blame me if you both don’t survive the charge.’ I haven’t a clue. It might be some sort of battle reference.” Sherlock leaned against the wall. John saw the three girls having a hurried conversation in the corner of his eye, the brunette staring at him.
“’Don’t blame me if you both don’t survive the charge.’” John repeated, turning the words over in his mind.
“Excuse me.” John turned to face the three girls.
“Hello.” They were giving him curious looks. It was slightly freaking. Sherlock made an impatient noise at the back of his neck.
“Do you need any help? It’s sounds like you are having trouble.” The ginger questioned.
“Um, yes actually. Are you any good with book references?” Their eyes lit up.
“Brilliant.” John grinned.
