As Sherlock stared at Jim, he didn't see a crazy man.
He saw a broken one.
"Thank you, Sherlock Holmes," Jim gripped Sherlock's hand, "Bless you." Jim pulled the gun up to his mouth and part of him hoped this would work, though he knew this suiside would be as perminant as the others.
Sherlock jumped back as Jim fired, blowing his brains out. When he didn't come back, a small spark of fear rose up in Sherlock, but he quickly brushed it away. Now was not the time for such petty emotions. He pulled out his phone and dialled John's number just as the doctor came into view.
A red-head watched all this progress with mild interest. She would have two lives to return, today.