A old friend of mine

A shot through the window

It was a bright and sunny day with sun shining right through the windows of Baker St . Sherlock was inside his bedroom , sleeping peacefully after a triple homicide. John was up and had started to make his way up the stairs , coming from his house in the suburbs with Mary and his daughter Rosie. He too hadn't got enough sleep , yet wearily made his way up the stairs . There , he saw Sherlock sitting in his chair with his eyes closed . He was there thinking about the murder Lestrade had phoned in about . Suddenly, out of the blue , a fierce gunshot sound came from the street opposite them . John was befuddled when Sherlock said nothing , yet a fine grinning smirk appeared on his face . He said to John " Finally John , after all these years , he finally decided to show up . John asked " Who decided to show up and why would they shoot a bullet through the windows ? " . "Because that is how he works " . John kept firm and again asked " But Sherlock who are we talking about ? ". Sherlock stood up from his chair and took deep breath and finally replying said " The last Holmes brother ".