Friends till the end

John woke up slowly, lifting his head from the desk. His short hair was messy and out of place. He and Sherlock had been up all night working on a case, and they had both fallen asleep sometime during the night or early morning. He spotted Sherlock next to him, sleeping in relatively the same position; head on desk, messy hair. 'at least he remembered to take off his jacket' john though."Sherlock" he whispered, he didn't answer. "Sherlock" he said a second time, this one more demanding. John's heart almost stopped, he pushed Sherlock's shoulder. He was ice cold. His body slowly fell to the ground with a loud 'thump'! John froze in horror at the sight! Sherlock had three stab wounds to his lower abdomen; he had bled out on the floor sometime after they fell asleep. John stood up, going into shock. He placed his hands on his face, "oh my god" he whispered to himself. He knelt down by Sherlock's body, shaking him as if that would help. "Sherlock? Sherlock wake up" he shouted, tears streaming down his face. He held onto the body, not caring his hands were stained with blood. He held him, he was ice cold. As john was about to move away from the body, he felt a firm hand tightly grasp his shoulder. "Sorry but I don't like loose ends" the intruder told him right before he slit his throat. John's body fell forwards, toppling over Sherlock's corpse. It was only a matter of time after all...