The Loneliness Game
Sherlock didn't know how it had happened. He had just made a few harmless comments about how hopeless everything except himself was and the next thing he knew, John had left in a hurry. That was at 5 o clock. Sherlock felt a rush of anxiety as he realized it was nearly midnight. 7 hours since he left.
8hrs
The house was totally silent.
9hrs
Only Sherlock was inside, lying on the couch, waiting.
10hrs
Still waiting.
11hrs
A knock on the door. Sherlock rushed to it, relieved. When he opened it, he was surprised to see Lestrade stood bundled in coats on the doorstep. He looked upset and guilty. Sherlock felt a rush of panic. For the first time, he didn't know what was going to happen, what he was about to hear. "What is it?" he asked worriedly, "what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry Sherlock." Lestrade said quietly, "but Dr Watson's body was found in the lake in the local park. He drowned." Sherlock froze. The quiet hum of the city outside seemed to fade into the distance. Was it his fault?
*Flashback*
"I don't believe you sometimes Sherlock. How can you be so heartless?" John stared at Sherlock, anger and sadness filling his eyes. Sherlock shrugged wordlessly. " We-never mind," John left sighing miserably.
*End Flashback*
Sherlock wasn't really listening to Lestrade, but suddenly something caught his attention.
"We have reason to believe it was murder."
The world's greatest detectives amazing mind was bought to tatters in an instant.
Chap 2
Crash. The table was overturned
