Chapter 2: Death at Baker st
Sherlock walked around London for a bit. Deducing random people until it started raining. He felt odd, off somehow, like he should be reacting somehow to being told of Lestrade's death. He decided he need to go back to the flat. On his way back he got a text.
Come quickly! -JW
Why? -SH
It's urgent -JW
And it is... -SH
I'll explain when you get here. -JW
I'm on my way. -SH
Sherlock hailed a cab. When he got back to 221B there was crime tape. He looked around for John. Where is he? Sherlock spun in circles until he finally caught a glimpse of John. He ran over to John. John had a shock blanket around his shoulders.
"John, What happened?"
"Mrs Hudson... She's... She's" John was beginning to cry. Ugh, feelings. Why are people so attached to these petty emotions? While John was crying, Mycroft appeared behind him.
"Mycroft." Sherlock spat.
"Hello to you to."
"What are YOU doing here?"
"John called me."
Sherlock flashed John a death glare.
This waiting for someone to tell him was getting pitiful. He walked through the crime tape and into the flat. Several police officers tried and failed to stop him. As soon as he walked through the flat door he knew what had happened. Mrs Hudson was lying dead on the floor. Blood was everywhere.
Shot obviously. Next to her was a note.
Enjoy the game Sherlock. I won't be playing much longer. -M
Sherlock then noticed the blood on the window. Struggle then. Wait... no this was different. Not ordinary. Blood doesn't form like that. Not that runny. No... This is'nt real. It can't be. It was probably planted by Moriarty. Must've been. Right?