Excuses, excuses

Chapter two.

HOPE EVERYONE IS ENJOYING, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ON WATTPAD, I LOVE WRITING SO MUCH SO I HOPE IM GOOD :)

~After I used the phone to text I dropped it back where it came from, back to its little draw where I probably wont touch it for a couple more years, but then just before I let go it buzzed in my hand. It made me jump because I didn't know it was on vibrate, or maybe I just didn't expect a reply after ignoring everyone for months on end.

I will gladly help you john GL

I got dressed, rushed down those wooden old stairs and out the door of 221b, I called a taxi. The taxi didn't see me and passed on by, so did the next one but I managed to get the third one, good job London has a lot of them. I got into the back of the cab and relaxed on the way to Scotland yard. It made me sad to think of why I didn't get the taxi first time, it was his job. He was the tall one who got himself noticed, a bit too much sometimes. Some people hated him but i never did, from the moment we first talked in that science lab, I adored the man. The cabby pulled up outside Scotland yard in a matter of minutes, I jumped out and as always, paid the cabby, no difference there. My tall detective would always rush off in a happy mood to begin his deducing. I walked along the corridor. People stared in shock at seeing me actually outside, I smiled back at the people who smiled at me and avoided anyone else.

Lestrade's POV

There was a knock at my door, I sat up straight pulled my feet off my desk and walked over to it. I opened it up and there in front of me stood John Watson. You look well, he thanked me for my stupid comment, I just didn't know what to say to a man who had lost his best friend and had completely isolated himself, I thought he might need the compliment? He sat down trying to look like he was happy to be back in the place where he spent the most time with his best friend. "How can I help you John"? I looked him straight in the face when i asked my question, he answered quite quick, obviously this was important to him, "I found something strange this morning and I want you to check it out for me" I immediately said ok to his request and we both rose from our seats and walked over to the door. I saw everyone looking at him, I guessed it was because he hadn't bothered to come into civilisation in months, but now he was in the open on a little investigation of his own, to find out whatever he wanted to show me.

We both jumped into my car on the way to 221b, in a matter a minutes we arrived at the flat, we got out and walked up the steps to his flat and john showed me what he wanted me to take a look at, I saw that the bed looked slept in and there were John things scattered around the room, I decided to let my thoughts slide but I knew john had been sleeping in sherlocks bed. I felt sorry for the poor guy, not only having his best friend ripped away from him but to have watched it, to have even heard his last words.

I had my investigators and my forensics team with me because I promised sherlock, that if anything were to ever happen to him I would keep an eye on John and get him whatever he needs, I went to his...sherlocks room and started looking around, my investigators took photos and looked for odd bits around the room, my forensics team took little swabs and finger print marks from the windowsill. One of my colleague came up to me and said they had finished there investigation and they where off to look closely at their findings at the lab, and off they went. Leaving John and I alone in the room, John was sat on the bed, it looked like he was in mid thought so i left him be, closing the door i walked back down to my car, i could see him from the window, he waved a slight wave and i heard a buzz from my phone.

Thank you for everything, give me a text when results come back JW

BACK TO JOHN

I texted Lestrade to thank him for his efforts, in the back of my mind I hoped for sherlock to have been alive and trying to come back, but it has been almost three years and my hopes of him ever returning to me have diminished. I went to the kitchen and made a cup of tea, one singular cup of tea, thought I would be used to it by now, but no, I'm not. Every time I go out to buy food, it's just for one person, when I do the washing its only my clothes, my bed sheets. He is gone. All gone. Im alone in this world once again and I hate it! I decided to watch some reality T.V to try and take my mind off things but everywhere there were reminders of him, investigation shows, the cabs we took, Scotland yard, the bullet holes in the wall from when he got "bored", I even saw his long coat once and I freaked out, I was with harry and it wasn't soon after his death I couldn't cope and I thought it was him, I begged for it to be him, harry saw how messed up I was. She spent so much time caring for me, I think it was a distraction from her drinking. At least one good thing might come out of this.

So as I continued to sit down with my singular cup of tea alone on the sofa, looking across to his chair, his violin resting on it, his old dusty books, his experiments and that creepy old skull that sat on the mantlepiece. I wondered, what had happened to my life?

I had also died that day with him because no sherlock Holmes meant no John Watson. And to be perfectly honest I wish I had actually died that day.