The following morning, the hospital and the ward where Timothy is making a healthy recovery. Molly supervises over him, whilst Catherine helps soothes him from his wounds. Mycroft still sits there, playing with his fingers by himself bored.
Timothy:
Molly, how long did you say I have left?
Molly:
Several days.
Timothy:
Great. Still, at least I have company with me. You know Sherlock personally Molly?
Molly:
Yes. But Sherlock would prefer our past secret.
Timothy:
Well where is he then?
Catherine:
The great detective. Still at work, not resting until he solves the case.
Sherlock, John and the Inspector arrive back again.
Sherlock:
Quite right Timothy. Now then, Mycroft my dear brother, what are you still doing here?
Mycroft:
Waiting for my dear brother to return, because I worry and care for him.
Sherlock:
Wish I could believe that. Thank you Mycroft, you may leave now. Get out.
He picks himself out and leading with his cane out wordless, arrogantly. Mycroft departs out, leaving the ward. The Inspector currently on the phone.
Catherine:
Well Sherlock?
Sherlock:
Nothing that can't be handled by my associate John.
John:
What? Me? No, you're not putting the dirty work on me again.
Sherlock:
Yes. Well, I hope you a good recovery Timothy and Molly will take perfect care of you.
Catherine:
My brother locked in jail for good?
Sherlock:
Seems rather suspicious, doesn't he?
Inspector Lestrade:
Sherlock! Sherlock! The criminals at Hyde Park last night, want you at the scene of the crime. They think they've found something.
Sherlock:
Timothy, Catherine, I must bid you farewell. John, stay here. Inspector, let's go.
Catherine:
Oh. Ok then. Bye.
Timothy:
Wait, where are you going?
Sherlock:
The great detective never rests Tim. Get well soon.
Sherlock wanders off down the ward, his hands in his pockets as we walk along with him from view seeing his face and all behind him. Sherlock was off on yet another case...
End.
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Sherlock: Power Plays
FanfictionTimothy Hitching has vanished. He was last seen with his girlfriend last night near the Thames. In the meantime, Sherlock feels unsettled - something he knows is happening. Some plan. Some scheme. His assumptions are proved correct when Tim is recov...
