"You can't have expected me to be your partner all my life."
"I suppose not, in both senses of the word." I watched as Sherlock covered a pained look, and wondered. Why is he in pain? I'll still see him, after he comes back.
I sigh, before continuing. "You wouldn't want me around anyway, telling you to be careful and such. You not listening."
I watched as he walked to the door, grabbing a backpack off the table. He kept his back to me as he opened the door. He took a breath. Then, he paused.
"That, Watson- John, that is something I want more than any case, experiment, or life I could have."
He closed the door before I had heard the words. The soft click of the latch rang out in the silence of 221 B. Baker Street.
I'll most likely die here, in America, John. The cases I have been working have been interesting. I honestly can say I've never been bored since I landed three months ago. I've been working with a team from NCIS. The leader is an honest man, much like you. Like you as well in the fact that he doesn't talk about his time fighting, or his past when he can avoid it. I wish you could have met. I wrote this for this propose only- I've sent this to say goodbye, and that I have missed you, believe it or not. Marry Sarah. Oh, don't act like you don't know what I mean. You've had that ring for months. Use it. Move on. Buy a puppy, find a place with a white fence, I don't care. If I'm not back within a year, there's no chance I'm alive. John… John, I wish this wasn't goodbye. Take care of my skull.
-SH