Touch Him = Death

Ch. 24

With one last glance at my old empty flat I turned around and shut the door. I looked up at Sherlock with tears in my eyes and he took my left hand and kissed the ring, then he moved his head up and kissed my lips. I pulled away and checked my time. 

"I have to go." I whispered. 

"I know" he said, but contradicted himself by pulling me closer to him. We walked down the stair case and to the door. I turned and hugged John tightly. 

" I'm going to miss you." He whispered in my ear, and I replied by squeezing him tighter. I turned to Tom, Sherlock's new guard, and went to shook his hand.  After I had a tight grip I pulled him down closer to my face. 

"Listen here Thomas Oswald You will take care of these two and protect them with your life, or so help me you will wish you were dead by the time I am done with you." I pulled away and smiled at the look of terror on his face. He just nodded and I let go of his hand.  

Sherlock and I left John and Tom and I walked to the back of the building where my motorcycle was parked. 

"Here this is it," He said handing me my little backpack full of stuff. "Mycroft said everything else is waiting for you at your.. new flat."  I nodded and slung it on to my back. 

"I love you." He said pulling my head to his and holding the back of my neck with his hands. 

"I love you too." I said with a soft smile. I kissed him hard and with passion. Then sat on my motorcycle and started it up.  "See you later!" I shouted over the roar of the engine. 

"Goodbye love!" He shouted back, then I was off. 

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One month, it had been one whole month since I left Sherlock and I was already bored out of my mind. I was standing outside of some stupid meeting room, where the Prime Minister was sitting having some stupid meeting. He was a cocky prick who hardly ever said a word to me and treated me like a servant. The worst part of the job was the stupid, itchy outfit. I looked like a grandma, with this stupid blazer, and tight pencil skirt. How was I supposed to even do my job in this? I also had to quite my part time at the club which sucked. The only alone time I ever had was on Saturdays, which I spent with Sherlock. 

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the ringing of mu phone. The caller ID said Mycroft and I answered with a confused hello. 

"Adeline! Adeline its Mycroft!" 

"Yes I know, whats wrong? You need to calm down and tell me whats going on." 

"Adeline its Sherlock and John. They are gone. Tom is dead we found him with a bullet through his head in Sherlock's flat." 

"Oh my god Mycroft! I'm on my way." I said walking towards the door. 

"That's not it there is another poem..." 

"Well what does it say?" 

"Roses are red, violets are blue... I have him now... so what will you do? Its signed by LM again too." 

"Okay okay I'm on my way stay there I'll  be there in ten." I hung up and started my motorcycle and zoomed down the streets, trying to blink back my tears.