Thank you any one who decides to read this, Please have mercy on me this is my first story. I do not own bbc Sherlock.
Holmes was not a woman to be trifled with. Everyone knew that, so how could she just die? It didn't make sense to John. Once Sherlock died he realized just how much he was in love with her. ntinued day in and day out with his job at the clinic
John walked into 221B, when he saw a tall blonde man John whipped his gun out " who are you and what are you doing here. The tall man chuckled " you can put the gun away doctor I'm just here to get my sisters skull," the man said calmly " wait a minute Sherlock only has one older brother who are you?" John said, Sherlock never said anything about more than one brother " I don't know any Sherlocks but I know Willowmina though Sherlock is her middle name,". John put the gun back, this man looked and acted way to normal to be related to Sherlock " I know I look like your average joe but sociopaths need to act normal in order to fit in," he said smirking. " sherinnford what do you think I Gould say to John web he comes here," a female voiced called out John's jaw just dropped