Chapter 1: The Erasing Of Many Chapters


Mary and John were on their honeymoon so this meant our favourite consulting detective was solving crimes alone.


The first three weeks after John and Mary had left found Sherlock shooting the walls within the flat of 221B due to his impatience of waiting for a new case,

"I swear young man, I am not contacting the insurance company a third time about you shooting my walls and when I say I'm adding it to your bill, I mean it" Mrs Hudson told him firmly causing her tenant to role his eyes,

"I couldn't be more disinterested in your persistent moaning Mrs Hudson. You're my house keeper not my mother" he said before shooting the wall once more as if to prove his point and Mrs Hudson looked mortified,

"Oh! For the last time Sherlock, I'm your landlady. Not your house keeper" she told him firmly before heading back downstairs having given up on his current tantrum.


Sherlock tossed his gun onto the table, the bullets having ran out. His mobile started to buzz as it rested next to the laptop and he rolled his eyes before picking it up and placed it against his ear,

"This better be good Graham" he said firmly and could practically hear Lestrade raising his eyes to the heaves at the other end of the line,

"For god's sake Sherlock. My name is Greg" he corrected and Sherlock sat in front of the laptop,

"Don't care" he said simply and Greg shook his head,

"Got a case for ye. We're having a nightmare down here..." he began when Sherlock interrupted,

"Shooting at Trafalgar Square. Yes, I'm well aware" he said and Greg looked stunned as he looked around,

"How could you possibly know that's where I am?" he demanded and Sherlock sighed,

"tracking chip in your phone" he answered simply and Greg bit his tongue for a moment,

"You put a tracking device in my phone?" he demanded and Sherlock gave a humoured half smile,

"Got bored one night." he explained simply,

"See you there" he finished before hanging up and Greg just rolled his eyes.


When arriving at the scene that had been quickly closed off to the public, Sherlock entered the tent that had been placed round the body of the victim.

Male.

Mid Thirty's.

Direct Hit to forehead.

Dog Tags, Former officer in the navy.

Sherlock deducted from the first view before examining the contents of the victim's pocket.

Minimal amount of money carried upon person.

Photo with another individual. Most likely brother or father.

On his way home from work.

None driver, waiting for a cab due to rain.


Sherlock stood before exiting the tent,

"We're looking at an assassin. The angle of the bullet wound shows that it was a direct hit but it was fired at a downwards angle. Telling us that the killer laid in wait on the roof of one of the surrounding buildings" Sherlock said simply and Lestrade gave the order for some police officers to search the room of buildings surrounding the streets for evidence. The order made Sherlock roll his eyes,

"No point in that Lestrade. This man's a professional, He wouldn't have left anything but I give it 48 hours for me to find him" Sherlock said smugly and watched as Greg folded his arms,

"You're so sure of that are you?" he asked sarcastically and the detective raised an eyebrow,

"So sure that I assure it, Lestrade" he said simply before turning and headed down the street before hailing a cab, heading off to god knows where.


Sherlock was true to his word and was chasing the murderer only two days later. He managed to trap him in a dead end alleyway and Sherlock smirked,

"End of the line" he said smugly and the killer glared at him before going to throw a punch but Sherlock easily dodged it before grabbing his arm and handcuffed him to a gutter pipe,

"He's all yours Lestrade" he called before turning to leave but Sherlock had missed one detail that was a brick left from a previous construction project. The killer picked it up and before anyone could stop him he flung it at the back of Sherlock's head causing him to fall unconscious, hearing the faint voices of police officers arresting the culprit and Lestrade yelling a request for an ambulance.


It was 5 hours later that found Molly Hooper sitting by Sherlock's beside. Due to John and Mary's absence she had been called as his emergency contact. Lestrade paced back and forth but stopped when the nurse entered,

"Is 'e gonna be alright?" he demanded, Molly standing quickly as he did so. The nurse smiled reassuringly and nodded,

"The surgery was a success and we managed to stop the bleeding on his brain. We're gonna keep him in overnight for observation" she explained but Molly turned quickly hearing a groan come from the bed and the nurse did the same,

"Mr Holmes?... Mr Holmes, can you hear me? I need you to open your eyes for me" The nurse ordered gently and the exhausted detective groaned due to the pain in his head,

"Who... Who are you?" he asked in a grumble and the nurse smiled as he opened his eyes slowly,

"I one of the nurses here at St Bart's Mr Holmes. You're in hospital" she explained gently and Sherlock sat up quickly, looking at the three people in the room in a manner of terror,

"Who are you people?! Who's Mr Holmes?" He demanded and Molly felt her eyes widen as she looked at Greg who shared her expression of horror,

"He's lost his memory" she stated in a murmur as a terrified Sherlock had to be sedated by the nurse.


OH NO! Sherlock without his memory?! What will become of London without its famous consulting detective to keep its streets safe from crime?

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