It was pure fluke that Sherlock heard the news. It was three am and he was working in the kitchen, John long since gone to bed. Sherlock didn't listen to the BBC while he worked, listen to anything at all, generally. But he needed to research some information on artificial flavorings and he'd logged on. The news was there on his homepage. Osama Bin Laden was dead. He spent a few minutes checking other sources for confirmation and then he went to wake John.
And he held John while he cried, for relief, for closure, for friends who had fallen.
