Miss Moriarty is Holmes!

Chapter 4: Depressing news

(Sherlock's POV)

"Thank you, Sherlock. It was nice." Molly thanked as we exited at the restaurant. "Yeah. Nice." I said at her back with little sarcasm. It wasn't really nice, actually. I felt dry and empty. It is something I can't set aside right in this moment.

She turns around. "I never expect you to do this, Sherlock." She smiled. I smiled back, no matter I don't want to. "You're welcome, Molly." I said and went closer. She looks up at me, our chest very close. "Goodnight, Molly Hooper." I kissed her cheek. That will be my last kiss for her, for she will marry a man that loves her and she loves. I don't know what to feel, should I be happy or not?

She blushed, "Goodnight, Sherlock." and walked away. I watched her walking away. Is it my fault that I ignored her feelings before? Is it my fault that I'm rude and I say such horrible things? Is it my fault that I tend to push people who cares for me away? Am I too late? Am I that late?

"Molly Hooper." I breathed out and turned around. Hands in my pocket as I walked away too under the icy atmosphere of the dark night.

(Joan's POV)

I still can't believe that Sherlock killed my brother. My mind can't take it that much. How could he threatened to kill me and Jake? Why?

So, he knows that Jim Moriarty has siblings, but he doesn't know who. He tends to find me and Jake.

Finally I reached Baker street. I paid the cabbie and walked slowly towards the door. It was open. "Hello?" I called out. I saw Mrs. Hudson at the top of the stairs, on her night gown. "Oh, Ella! How was it?" She asked blissfully and goes down. "It's great, Mrs. Hudson." I replied, my tone does not agree with the sentence.

"It must be tiring for you. That voice. Do you want some tea?"

"No thanks, Mrs. Hudson. I'll be heading to my room."

"Okay, dear."

I went upstairs and headed straight to the door. I heard someone playing an instrument at 221B. I ignored it and went inside my bedroom and saw Sherlock lying on the bed, looking dreadful. He opens one eye, looking at me upside down."Oh, you're here." He said in a raspy voice.

Why is he on my bed? I remember locking it.

He raises his hand and waves it with curved hair clip and wires. "I used wires and hair clip. John's clarinet annoys me. So I decided to stay here for a while." He said.

I put my bag at the floor carefully, "For a while? No, you are leaving now. Greeting me yesterday under the influence of beer, scaring me earlier and then breaking into my flat with hair clips?!" I nearly shouted.

"Pfft, John is driving me crazy and this bed is comfy."

I sighed and grumbled a little. I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to grab a pint of icecream. I love double dutch, mixing chocolate along with vanilla plus marshmallow and nuts. I brought a spoon with me and went back to my bedroom, which Sherlock was still lying there.

I watched him there with a mouth full of icecream. He doesn't look okay. "So, how's your brother, Ella?" He asked with his eyes closed and arms wide open on the bed. I sat at the side of the bed. "I don't know. I left America quickly after I saw his condition." I answered then placed another scoop in my mouth.

"Oh. What is his name?" He asked again, still eyes closed.

"Steve."