The Pieces of Sherlock's Heart

by Brandolyn

Post Reichenbach. Several years after Sherlock's return, John finds his friend in the Emergency room at St. Bart's waiting for news about one of the victims of a gruesome car crash: a young woman named Brianna Turner, a young woman who happens to be Sherlock's wife. A story about Sherlock and John, with flashbacks to how they met their wives.

1. Chapter 1- Bad News

The sound of sirens echoed in his ears as John Watson raced through the all too familiar entrance to the Emergency room at St. Bartholomew's Hospital. He was used to the chaos and noise of the Emergency room, but it was the distressed shrieks of his best friend that knotted his stomach.

He had been out to dinner with Mary when he received a text,

St. Barts.

Emergency room. Now.

I need you

-SH

and immediately excused himself, racing off without another word toward the Hospital.

Sherlock had a number of bad habits, dangerous enemies and personality quirks that could have landed him in the Hospital and John never knew what to expect when he got a phone call saying that Sherlock was at Bart's, but today Sherlock had texted and asked for help. I need you. He had never said that before, which made Dr. John Watson even more nervous.

Sherlock was prone to fits of rage, but he had always dealt with his anger in an eerily calm fashion. Today he was loud, obnoxious and livid. His deep voice carried clear across the Emergency room as he yelled at the Hospital staff.

"Sherlock!" John yelled for him. He pushed his way through the onlookers gathering to see who was causing all the fuss, and pushed back several security guards with the flash of his St. Bartholomew's Staff badge. "Sherlock!" He called again. "What is it? What's happened?"

Sherlock was being held against the wall by a burly security guard, looking nothing more than stressed, as he yelled insults at everyone around him.

"That's enough!" John yelled as his military training kicked in. "Sherlock stop right now! Victor, let him go. Everyone else, go about your business!" No one moved until John turned and glared before threatening to have Victor escort them all outside if they didn't move away.

When Victor let him go, Sherlock slid down the wall and sat on the floor; his eyes were red, and unfocussed.

"Sherlock? What happened?" John looked around the Emergency room for the only other person who could have calmed his friend when Sherlock opened his phone and held it out to him.

It was a text message that read:

Hailing a cab. Be there soon.

-B

John looked from the phone to Sherlock confused. Sherlock looked at the phone, scoffed and scrolled down before turning the phone back to John.

Another message, from the same number:

I found this phone at the site of a car crash. No owner. Hopefully the owner only dropped it as they passed by. Police said the ambulances are going to St. Bart's.

Sorry.

"Oh my God." John stood and raced to the Triage desk. "Any information on Brianna Turner?"

From the floor Sherlock heard the nurse behind the glass mumble some apologies and John's intake of breath.

"What do you mean you've no updates?" He asked angrily. Again the nurse shyly apologized. John slammed his fist on the desk and marched back to Sherlock.

"I need you to take a seat. The victims' files are all mixed up. They have no idea which one Brianna is, I'm going to go take a look. I need you to stay here."

"What do you mean they have no idea which one she is?" Sherlock's fierce blue eyes focussed again and he shot up past John and slammed his fists against the glass of the Triage desk. "Brianna Turner!" He yelled. The nurse shrieked and jumped back from the desk. "She has short white blonde hair, round green eyes and a small nose that turns up slightly at the end. She's 5'-8" and wears a sapphire pendant around her neck! She wears a silver ring on each hand, and has a scar in the shape of a star on her right hip! HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHO SHE IS?"

John pulled Sherlock back from the desk and sat him on the ground again. "Sherlock stop. I'm here to help." A nearby colleague of Dr. Watson's had witnessed Sherlock's latest scene and cautiously came over. He put a hand on John's shoulder and said, very bluntly,

"Look John, in this case, even a description of 2 arms and 2 legs isn't enough to identify some of the victims."

John's heart clenched, and Sherlock froze for a moment. Sherlock looked at John's colleague and fixed him with a glare that left no mystery to the amount of hatred Sherlock held for this man; John kept holding on to him in case he lunged forward again. Slowly and deliberately Sherlock returned to the calm rage that terrified John. He spoke very clearly and demanded,

"Let. Me. See. My. Wife."