John sighed and tossed the magazine he'd been trying to read onto the table in front of him.
They'd been there for over an hour without any news on Molly's progress and John could no longer decide if that was a good or a bad thing.
Sherlock sat opposite him, his face buried in his hands; hands which were now clean as John had finally managed to convince him to wash the worst of the blood off.
"This shouldn't be happening," Sherlock muttered, making John jump.
"What?"
Sherlock looked up, "Moriarty's dead, all his men are dead," he continued absently, "so who did this?"
"Sometimes the zebra is just a horse," John told him gently, Sherlock gave him a confused look and John resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "This may come as a shock, Sherlock, but the world doesn't revolve around you," John said flatly, "Molly could have been shot for any number of reasons."
Sherlock's eyes narrowed, "Name one that makes sense," he demanded, "why would anyone shoot Molly except as a way to get to me?" he continued without waiting for John to answer. "She was standing right next to me, John, it was a warning that the people I…" he trailed off.
"Yes?" John prompted, earning a glare from Sherlock.
"We need to find out who's behind this," Sherlock said, changing the subject.
"The police-"
"Are useless," Sherlock said dismissively, "they might have stood a chance with Lestrade in charge, but he recused himself." Sherlock smirked at John, "The advantage of not being the police is that I don't have to."
"Are you sure that you're not too…involved in this as well?" John asked carefully.
Sherlock's eyes flashed dangerously, "Molly has been shot, John, do you really expect me to sit by and do nothing?"
"No," John admitted. "Well, what do we do now?" he asked when Sherlock made no attempt to move.
Sherlock hesitated, "I need…" he began, before checking himself, "before we begin we need to know if we're investigating a murder or a shooting."
"Of course," John replied, watching Sherlock carefully as he sat back in his chair, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling and waiting.
John liked Molly and sincerely hoped that she would pull through this, but he had seen what her being shot had done to Sherlock. He wasn't sure he could cope with the fallout if she didn't survive.