A/N ok guys I'm starting a series of Holmes and Watson after a horrible sorry for shortness. Any requests?
I watched as Holmes looked at the house I almost saw a tear fall from his face. His eyes were glassy; he looked at the body being carried out. I could only imagine the pain he was feeling, I myself had lost Mary. I watched as Lestrade came over and comforted Holmes, I wanted to go over there but I couldn't. Finally my heart ached and I went over there.
"I'm sorry Holmes, I really am." Lestrade stated. Holmes shook his head and his tall form turned and watched the carriage holding the body leave.
"Holmes, we should leave I mean it is getting late." I finally said.
We arrived at baker street the lights were dimly lit. We sat by the flaming fire silence upon us. Holmes form was wrapped up in a tight ball.
"I must solve this case, Watson, but before I do I must ask one question. He turned toward me I already new what he was going to say.
"Yes Holmes?" I said.
"How do you deal with the guilt I mean now Mycroft is ….. Dead.