Together at Last

We've Got Him

(Five year jump)

My cell is ringing, dragging me from my light sleep.

"Sherlock?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Weve found him."

"What are you talking about Mikey?"

"We found Moriarty.

"When? What happened?"

"Ill explain when you get here, meet us at the station."

I hang up, dragging myself out of bed. John is gone, still fighting in the war. I allow myself a moment of sadness before moving on, hurriedly pulling on a suit and dashing out the door. I catch a cab quickly, giving him the address. The ride over is quick and silent, I'm not sure what to expect when I get there. Lestrade and Mycroft meet me outside, pulling me into Lestrades office.

"How did you get him?"

"He...he umm..."

Mycroft breaks in suddenly, cutting off Lestrade.

"Hes gone."

"Gone where?"

"He has already been moved to a higher sucurity location and placed in emergency medical care."

"What happened?"

"I found him outside, on his way to your flat."

"How badly did you hurt him?"

"Doesn't matter."

I start crying, letting Mycroft pull me into a hug.

"Youre okay, its over now"

I slowly calm down, feeling a sense of relief that everything is over. Mycroft and Lestrade explain what happened, both of them smiling as the news sinks in.

"What happened to you?"

Mycrofts hands are bruised and he has a still-forming bruise on his face.

"He got the worst of it. I'm fine Sherlock."

He hugs me again, pulling back when my cell starts ringing. I look down to see an unknown number on the screen, answering the call quickly.

"Sherlock?"

My hands start shaking and I almost drop the cell, its John.

"Sherlock? Are you there?"

"John? Where are you?"

"I...I'm coming home Sherlock."

I really do drop the cell this time, Lestrade reaches out to grab it. He hands it to Mycroft, who starts talking to John. Lestrade makes me sit down, asking what happened.

"Its...its John. Hes coming back."

"Seriously? That's great."

Mycroft hands me back the phone, smiling sadly.

"Sherlock? Are you still there?"

"Yeah. When are you coming back?"

"Friday. I should be back by then."

He starts to say something, but starts coughing.

"Are you okay?"

"I...yeah. I'm fine."

He's lying, trying not to worry me.

"What happened?"

"Ill talk to you about it when I get back. Okay?"

"What happened?"

"Please Sherlock, please not right now. I promise you, everything is okay."

"Okay."

"I need to leave, but ill see you on Friday. I love you."

"I love you too. Be careful, we'll meet you at the airport."

"Yeah. Ill send...Mycroft the time."

He starts coughing again, sounding like he is in a considerable amount of pain. The call ends, leaving me confused.

"Sherlock? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just...I cant believe he's coming home early."

Pain flashes across Mycrofts face, only visible for a few seconds.

"What?"

"Something happened."

"What happened?"

"He dosent want to worry you with it, specifically asked to tell you in person."

"Yeah. Sure. That's...thats fine."

He hugs me tightly, pulling me to my feet.

"You should go home, tell Mrs. Hudson the news."

"Yeah. Thank you."

"How have you been doing the past few weeks? I know we havent been able to check in on you as often anymore."

"I'm fine."

"Your medications have been okay?"

"Most of them."

"Most of them?"

"I stopped a few of them."

"Damn it Sherlock. You cant do that. We havent had problems with this for six months now."

"I'm fine."

"Please just try to take them."

"Fine."

"Thank you."

I catch a cab outside, heading back to the flat in a thoughtful silence.