"I couldn't bear the idea of you being dead. For three years I thought everyday would be my last. So many times I starred at my gun, the knife, the rope, the roof. But then I realized how stupid it would be to take my own life. So stupid because I knew you were alive, out there, somewhere. But you still never came. So I decided to find a way to lure you back here. What better way than this?" John Watson smirked, knife in hand, pile of dead bodies at his feet. "Welcome back Sherlock."
"John, no"
John tilted his head, "don't you understand what I did for you, I knew how to make you come back and I did."
Sherlock looked back hiding the pain he felt, "What happened to you? How did John Hamish Watson, do this? This could not have been just about me, you're an army man, a soldier you've seen friends die before, this was more, more than me dying, more than me leaving you, thi-"
"Deducing things are we" John said with a smile "some things never change"
"Three years I was gone, what happen- ...Oh... Mary, wasn't it? You lost her so you went insane, you had nobody, except a hope that i was out there so you tried to get me back but how did you-"
"Doesn't matter, there was a murder, Cheswick, let's go"
"How do I know it wasn't you?"
"Oh. it is quite obvious"
"They found a body, it's been named 'Murder' not 'Missing'"
"and?"
"And it was shot, twice, you've take to knives, somehow your soldier self would not allow guns." Sherlock said "Now that I'm back are you done? Are you going to stop?
"yes" but there was a slight sadness in his eye
"well then let's go"
"John make some deductions"
He smiled then went to the man's body
it was well built and tall and had black hair
John did several things. He
inspected the eyes, inspected the arms, mouth, nose.
Sherlock was talking to Lestrade when John came back.
"Well except for the bullet wounds through the spine, there's not much I can get of it, Sherlock? Sherlock?"
Sherlock stood facing away from John not bearing to look, "John, I'm so sorry"
John looked around there were guns pointed at him from every direction
Then a familiar voice spoke.
"I told you, 'Stay away, from Sherlock Holmes' but in the end he wasn't the psychopath you were"