Long Time, No See

The Suicide of Sherlock Holmes

Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays. Let's start this Christmas with a death.
-Wildflower

Bart's Lab..............

John and I go into Molly's lab to find Sherlock on the floor bouncing a ball and catching it. "Got your message." John said.

"The computer code is key to this. If we find it, we can use it - beat Moriarty at his own game." Sherlock told us.

"The computer code isn't real, Sherlock." I told him.

"Okay, say it is, hypothetically." John began, "What do you mean by 'use it'?"

"He used it to create a false identity, so we can use it to break in to the records and destroy Richard Brook." Sher told us.

"And bring back James Moriarty again." John realised.

"Somewhere in 221B, somewhere – on the day of the verdict – he left it hidden." Sherlock said, standing up.

"What did he touch?"

"An apple." I awnsered.

"Did he write anything down?" John asked.

"No." Sherlock awnsered. John hisses in a breath and looks away, racking his brains and again unconsciously mimicking his friend by drumming his own fingers on the bench. After a moment, he turns and walks across the lab, blowing the breath out again. Sherlock lifts the fingers of his right hand, hesitates for a moment, then begins to tap on the bench. I looked at my phone to find a message on it:

I owe Sherlock a fall
-M

Why is he being to cryptic. Some hours later, dawn is breaking. Sherlock is still in the same place in the lab, sitting on a stool with his feet up on the bench. He is rapidly rolling the rubber ball from side to side across the bench, his fingers flickering rapidly over the top of the ball. I am sitting on my phone thinking about that offer but mainly thinking about a vacation after this, maybe I can talk Sherlock into one. John has sat on a stool at a nearby bench and he has his head down on his folded arms, asleep. His phone rings. Lifting his head tiredly, he groans and answers the phone. "Yeah, speaking...... Er, what?" John then panics, "What happened? Is she okay? Oh my God. Right, yes, I’m coming." Then he switches his phone off.

"John, what's going on?" I asked him.

"Paramedics. Mrs Hudson – she’s been shot." John awnsered.

"What? How?" I questioned.

"Well, probably one of the killers Sherlock managed to attract ... Jesus. Jesus. She’s dying, Sherlock, Sam. Let’s go." John said moving towards the door and I followed him.

"You go. I’m busy." Sherlocknsaid disinterested.

"Busy?" John questioned.

"Thinking. I need to think." Sherlock told him.

"You need to ...? Doesn’t she mean anything to you? You once half killed a man because he laid a finger on her." John said.

"She's my landlady." Sherlock shrugged and that is when I realized something else was going on but I wasn't sure what.

"You machine." John said heading towards the door, "Sod this. Sod this. You stay here if you want, on your own."

"Alone is what I have. Alone protects me." Sherlock commented. Oh my god, he is going to die.

"No. Friends protect people." John said opening the door, "Sam are you coming?"

"I'm right behind you, I just need to talk to Sherlock for a moment." I told him and he nodded then leaving. "Sherlock, I know something bad is going to happen. Just remember, I love you, Sherlock." Then I kissed his cheek and left.