Chapter 1: A Detective's Loss
The setting was fitting for the sad day that had befallen the Baker Street regulars, Well there was one missing and this was why they had gathered in the cemetery just outside of London, The rain fell from the grey clouds above as they stood before the fresh grave stone with freshly filled in earth that sat beneath it, Doctor Watson placed a hand on Sherlock's shoulder,
"Come on mate" he encouraged and Sherlock looked at him for a moment before shaking his head,
"I'd like a moment alone if you would... I wish to say goodbye properly" he explained and John nodded as he followed Mycroft who had a comforting arm around a sobbing Mrs Hudson's Shoulder, Mary soon followed after her husband leaving Sherlock alone in the cold rain.
Sherlock knelt down before the grave stone and placed a fresh rose on the marble step,
"I will fix this. You have my word" he assured quietly and closed his eyes.
"Finish the equation Mr Holmes or you die" The man, holding the gun had yelled firmly and Sherlock formed a smirk,
"Your threats mean nothing when you need me" The detective replied in a simple tone and it was then that the gun man smirked and changed the direction of the gun and fired causing Sherlock's eyes to widen,
"NO!" he had yelled but was too late as he watched his friend fall to the ground,
"Now you have no choice, Finish the equation!" the man demanded but before Sherlock could do anything, Mycroft's agents ran in and arrested the gunman but it was far too late as the bullet had already done its work.
Sherlock brushed his fingers against the words etched into the marble,
Molly Hooper
27th March 1979 ~ 15th February 2017
The Woman Who Counted.
"I will fix this, Molly. You have my word" he vowed before standing and pulled the collar of his long coat up before walking away.
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