A/N: So I fixed this story...after my verbal attack about it, and I hope that it sounds a lot better than it was.
Have you ever felt like the world was crashing around you and you just couldn't go on anymore; well when Sherlock died, Christina and John they just wanted to curl up a die along side him, but this doesn't begin with death my friends, no it starts of with life and love. I shall enlighten you as to how this all came to be and you'll find out how Christina and John were able to cope with such a death in their rather awkward family.
Three years later….
Rain trickled down the windows as he sat in that chair facing towards his psychiatrist with a difficult thing on his mind. It had been three months since the incident at St. Bart's hospital and John had to tell someone so he went to Ellen just to get it off his chest, but with the rain and the eerie look to the room he didn't know that telling the psychiatrist would help him cope."Why today?" she looked at her with his pale face, tears beginning to form and tried to answer the best he can without crying. "Do you want to hear me say it?" he said in a rude tone.
"It's been eighteen months sine your last appointment, John." stated the woman
John breathed in the cooled damp air and answered with a question, "Do you read the papers?" he asked.
The psychiatrist knew John was trying to trail off the subject, but she knew she couldn't force it out of him so she just answered the questions, "Sometimes…"
John was regretting coming to his psychiatrist, all he wanted was his friend back, but that wasn't going to have just by the snap of his fingers. The two both knew that Sherlock Holmes wasn't a fraud; he didn't have to jump off that building and have his best friend and his girlfriend watch from below, but knowing Sherlock so well it had to be for something. "And you watch the telly…." John mumbled, "You know why I am here... I'm here because…" he paused and tried to find the words to tell the woman, but he was so hurt he didn't know if he could tell the woman. The psychiatrist leaned up in her chair and asked him, "What happened, John?".
What happened, what happened! John didn't want to tell the woman what happened, but since he was there and sitting in the hot seat he had to reveal his hurt to the woman no matter what. So he took a deep breathe and annunciated his word in the calmest and clearest way he could without crying. "Sher…" he paused. "You need to get it out." the psychiatrist pushed.
"My best friend, Sherlock Holmes is dead and." John said as he held back his tears.
~8~
Before St. Bart's…
Christina, John and Sherlock were present at a fancy art museum for a case that Sherlock recently solved for a wealthy chap. So the man was nice enough to make up a thank you party for Sherlock Holmes' case, but apparently he didn't want to be there, neither did Christina or John; they rather be at the flat doing nothing or watching the telly. "Why did you ask me to come Sherlock? I absolutely hate this dress, and I don't know anyone here, besides John and you." Christina whispered into Sherlock's ear.
Sherlock leaned to answer, but was rudely interrupted by the host of the party…
"Falls of the Reichenbach," Turner's masterpiece, thankfully recovered, owing to the prodigious talent of Mr. Sherlock Holmes" announced the well dressed chuffed man.
Christina and Sherlock were getting very bored from just standing there, but when the well dressed man offered a gift, Christina grew a bit more enthused as to what this odd man was giving her boyfriend. "A token of our gratitude" said the well dressed man as he handed Sherlock a small red box with black ribbon tied around it. When Christina saw the box she couldn't help but say, "Huh, diamond cufflinks. All his cuffs have buttons, so he won't need those."
John glared at her and Sherlock both and told the well dressed man, "They mean thank you."
Sherlock looked at Christina and smirked then back at John giving him an evil glare, "Do I have to—"John stopped him right there and replaced his words with, "Just say it."
Sherlock gave another glare at John and gestured to the well dressed man and said, "Thank you." By the way Sherlock and Christina were acting, John wasn't happy with them being rude to the man; he leaned towards Christina whispering in her ear, "You better keep a short leash on your boyfriend, Christina." Christina knew what John meant, but she couldn't just tell Sherlock, 'Hey shut the bloody heck up, and behave', that's not how she rolls, plus Sherlock has a attitude of his own that Christina couldn't control, so there was nothing she could do about that.
A photographer took the trios picture and it was put in the London papers the next day for all of England to see. Next the trio was now standing outside a family's home in front of the press and the family; Sherlock was bored again, but he had to fulfill his duty. He looked over at Christina, who was standing behind the press watching Sherlock stand there being offered yet another dull gift.
"Back together with my family after my terrifying ordeal. And we have one person to thank for my deliverance, Sherlock Holmes" said the father praising Sherlock when the little boy handed him yet again another small gift box.
"Tie pins, I don't wear ties" Sherlock said to John, but John just replied with a 'Shh'. And Christina stood there behind the press laughing into her gloves so she didn't get too loud. Sherlock noticed her laughing behind the press takers and just glared at her in the rudest manner. Christina was getting a bit concerned that Sherlock and John were becoming more and more famous; she didn't know if she'll get her boyfriend back after all the press were literally on the Sherlock's doorstep all day everyday.
Finally after several days, the trio went to Scotland Yard, where Lestrade, Donovan and Anderson made up a 'thank you' party for Sherlock, who was yet again not very happy with it. John, Christina, and Lestrade all knew that Sherlock hated party things and the press, but Lestrade had Sherlock finish a huge case for him so he had to bring the press along just to torture Sherlock. "I hope you're ready for this, Sherlock. As much as I don't want to be here I am going to stand by you and John till this is over" whispered Christina into Sherlock's ear. Sherlock tried to smile at her without the press seeing it.
"Peter Ricoletti, number one on Interpol's most wanted list since 1982. Well, we got him, and there's one person we have to thank for giving us his decisive leads with all his customary diplomacy intact" Lestrade said as he informed the press; Sherlock heard a snide comment come out of the DI's mouth and turned to glare at him, but John just leaned towards him to mention something to him, "Sarcasm" he said and Sherlock came back with a, "Yes". After Lestrade's speech Anderson and Donovan handed him a gift for Sherlock; Christina shook her head when seeing the gift because she knew what it was and she also knew that Donovan, Anderson and the press were going to force him to wear it. "We all chipped in" Lestrade said.
Sherlock ripped open the gift like a 6 year old boy, but when he found out what it was his smile soon left his face. He looked over to John and Christina with a fake smirk on his face, but when the press and the two officers in the back of the room ordered Sherlock, "Put it on Sherlock, put it on!" is what they yelled. Sherlock looked at Christina and John then back to Lestrade and the press; he put on the hat and faked smiled to the press in response to the gift, then they took his picture with the hat on.
After a long two weeks, the trio was finally able to return back to 221B for some resting time, till another case comes along. Now Sherlock had read the newspapers and thought of it as a bunch of rubbish, he went around the flat complaining about the title of the latest paper. "Boffin? Boffin Sherlock Holmes!" he yelled as he threw the paper at John and Christina sitting on the couch. Christina didn't like the title either, it sounded so rude in a press manner. She answered Sherlock with a snide comment, "Everybody gets one you know."
He turned on his heels and faced John and Christina, who sat on the couch looking over all the papers and pictures on them. Sherlock didn't understand Christina's comment so he simply asked, "One what?" in an annoyed tone. John then answered him instead of Christina even though she did know what the word 'Boffin' was for.
"A tabloid nickname. "Sumo", "Nasty Nick". You shouldn't worry I'll probably get one soon" John said as he explained the 'Boffin' formality to Sherlock.
Christina sat there laughing at John for stating the fact that he might get a nickname soon, but knowing the Great Sherlock Holmes that will never happen anytime soon. Suddenly as Christina skipped through the paper she spotted a column on page six. "Hold on! Look it's says 'Bachelor John Watson' here, right here!" Christina yelled to John.
"Why is it always the hat photographs!" yelled Sherlock as he punched the hat that Lestrade gave him in an angered way. Christina looked up from her paper she was reading and answered his yelling statement. "Because they don't care that's why! And besides you look excellent in that hat Sherlock" she said in sweet way.
"What kind of hat is it anyway?" Sherlock asked, but was interrupted by John's over exaggeration about the 'Bachelor John Watson' column. "Bachelor"? What the heck are they implying?"
"Is it a cap? Why's does it got two fronts?" Sherlock asked as he was quite confused with the odd hat he got.
Christina started to laugh, she knew what the hat was, but she'll just let Sherlock find out so being the nice girlfriend she was she shut her mouth and put a pot of coffee on while laughing at Sherlock's inspection on the hat. Sherlock was getting mad at the bloody hat, so he threw at Christina and asked her what the hat was. "Christina! What the heck is this hat? You better tell me or or…." Sherlock yelled to Christina. "I'm not telling you, you're the great Sherlock Holmes now so you figure it out" she smiled and walked in the other room laughing.
John, who was still sitting on the couch, raised his eyebrow to Sherlock, "How do you keep up with her? She is very arrogant like you in a way, poor you got stuck with a girl like you, great" said John shaking his head in annoyance. Christina came back from the kitchen with two cups of coffee, one for her and other for Sherlock; black two sugars like always and probably be forever. Then Christina whispered into Sherlock's ear, "It's a deerstalker…"
~8~
In south London, Jim Moriarty was on a tour to the crown jewels, but what everybody else didn't know was that Jim Moriarty wasn't some tourist; no he is a consulting criminal about to get himself into trouble for Sherlock and his doctor friend John. Jim was with a large group of people listening to some classic music and taking pictures of buildings, when reaching the crown jewels he stood before them in great awe; the fire alarm went off and the tourist left running and screaming in terror. So Jim was in the museum by himself and the crown jewels, but before he did anything illegal he brought out his phone and fiddle with some apps on the screen; letting criminals out, taking money from the bank and finally stealing the crown jewels just for fun.
Now while Jim was doing all theses crimes Scotland Yard received calls from all three places that were either being robbed or broken into. "Boss we have a robbery at the bank of London" yelled Donovan from across the room. The DI Lestrade was sitting in his office eating a doughnut and drinking coffee, but paused and yelled to her, "Not my division!" in a rude manner. "But boss it's not just the bank, it the crown jewels and the inmates too!" she exclaimed. "Well what are we sitting around for let's get moving then!" yelled Lestrade.
Donovan was on the phone with the other police who were present at the three places that were being broken into or releasing criminals in the streets. Lestrade wasn't aware of who was committing these crimes out of the blew, nor did he really care till Donovan came and told him it was more than just the Bank of London that was being robbed. While driving Lestrade was thinking about calling up Sherlock for this, but he decided to do that after he arrived to one of the places.
"Boss they have back up for the bank and the inmates, so we should be heading to the crown jewels. They found a man named Moriarty sitting on the throne smirking and staring at the coppers" explained Sally Donovan.
"Well then that's where going then. Remind me when we get there to call Sherlock, okay. He might want to see this" ordering Donovan. Donovan hated Sherlock with a passion, she thought of him as a freak detective who knew every bloody thing!
When arriving to the museum, Lestrade and Donovan entered the building with great hurry to come to find that the man Donovan mentioned was sitting on the throne smirking and just sitting there. The police took him away without any struggle or hassle, which confused Lestrade dearly, but he knew the one person who could figure this out for him. So bringing out mobile Lestrade texted Sherlock and waited for answer.
Found Moriarty sitting on throne.
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At 221B, Sherlock's mobile was going off, but no one answered, not even Sherlock who was a couple inches away from it. The detective's phone went off multiple times, and it was getting rather annoying that he wasn't answering it, so Christina decided to answer it instead. "Oh just ignore it! It's Lestrade telling me something boring again!" he said letting out a bored moan. "Um Sherlock they found Moriarty sitting on a throne with the crown jewels!" Christina exlclaimed in worried tone.
When hearing this, Sherlock yelled John's name from the bedroom and John came running in all concerned, but once he entered he saw Christina sitting on the side of the bed reading Sherlock's text from Lestrade.
"Yes what is it Sherlock?" John asked.
"Phone Lestrade for me and tell him we will be at the museum in five" commanded Sherlock.
"Um why are we going to a museum?" John asked again.
"They found Moriarty sitting on a throne with the crown jewels. And that's none of your concern right know" explained Sherlock in a rude tone.
So John did as Sherlock asked, and phoned Lestrade telling him that Sherlock will be there in five minutes or so; then the trio left the flat and headed towards the museum. While in the cabbie John had to ask a personal question towards Sherlock. "Sherlock, are you and Christina…." John mumbled his words in his mouth. Christina came out and told John everything so he could stop asking for Pete's sake.
"Yes, Sherlock and I are together. Will that be a problem for you?" Christina hummed
John sat there in the cabbie silent as a mouse ignoring Christina's answer; the blonde man gasped in astonishment to what the young girl said. Normally Sherlock doesn't deal with woman or things of that nature, but the great consulting detective actually had a girlfriend?! 'This is going to get very interesting' John though. They three arrived at the museum silent and quite annoyed, but that wasn't important at the moment; Sherlock needed to be calm and collected when entering the museum because he didn't want Lestrade knowing that he had a girlfriend. "What do we've have?" asked Sherlock.
Lestrade saw the trio walk into the museum, when suddenly he spotted Christina and grabbed her arm and pulled her aside to talk to her in private. "Christina! What are you doing here? And why are you with Sherlock and John?" asked Lestrade in a concerned way. Christina didn't know how to answer Lestrade's question, so she put in a way his puny mind could understand. "I live here in London with Sherlock and John. I am a…" she gulps "old friend of Sherlock's. We go way back me and him" she lied to him.
"Alright but don't cause trouble I don't need two sociopaths on this case" commanded Lestrade.
Christina nodded to his gesture and went on her way towards where the crown jewels were being held; when spotting Sherlock she whispered into his ear what Lestrade asked, all he did was smirk and chuckle a bit. She also told him that she had to lie about their relationship due to paparazzi and spies. The only one who knew of their relationship was John, and he kept it to himself, which was good because if anybody found out about them it would jeopardize Sherlock's reputation. "Well we showed up here and found Moriarty just sitting there on the throne smiling. We have the footage of him breaking the glass on tape upstairs if you want to look" explained Lestrade.
"Yes I will look at it. John, Christina come along we have another case!" Sherlock yelled in an excited voice. The trio followed Lestrade up the stairs into the camera room, where six screens showed the whole corners of the museum. On one of the screens it played back Moriarty breaking the glass casing to the crown jewels; Sherlock looked closely at every detail in the playback and noticed that Moriarty used a diamond to break the glass, but before he broke it he wrote something on it.
"Wait wait wait… Go back a bit" commanded Sherlock
Lestrade backed up the tape and then paused it at the right spot; the four noticed words written on the glass in a clear white marker before Moriarty broke it into tiny pieces with a fire hydrant. It's spelled out 'GET SHERLOCK' with a smiley in the 'o' of Sherlock's name. Christina gasped at the words and kept them in her head for future reference. The trio was into some deep waters when they got involved with this case; they didn't know what was coming up next, but they had each other and that's all it mattered to Christina. "Sherlock…" Christina whispered into Sherlock's ear. "Yes? If you think I will leave you and John's side; that will never happen" whispered back to Christina.
But Sherlock, Christina and John didn't know that what Moriarty was really doing; he was going to rip their lives apart piece by piece with fear, hate and love in everyway Sherlock and his friends knew. All Sherlock knew was that he was on another case involving his enemy Jim Moriarty the consulting criminal, but this time Sherlock has more than work to care about he has a girlfriend in the midst of this troublesome case. Sherlock thought to himself about the case and reminiscing his life with Christina and John so far and he said to himself, "I will do everything in my power not to leave Christina behind, but if it comes to that, then she'll be in good hands with John."
Christina reached for Sherlock's cold pale hand and held it with great fear for her loved one; she was shaking and almost tearing up. She knows what Moriarty can do; she remembers their first encounter with him at the pool and when Christina was tied up and strapped to a bomb vest like John. Christina didn't want anything life threatening to happen to Sherlock, but knowing Moriarty she knew something horrible will commence in the near future.