A searing pain grew in the middle of Sherlock's brain as he sat in front of the files littering the floor. His back pressed against the couch and his legs crossed over eachother on the cold ground. It has been a while since the last time Sherlock has worked his brain into an over load. He needed his mind to stop just for a minute, he wasn't finding a solution to the case and didn't see one I sight. Sherlock reached deep underneath the couch as his shaking hands searched for a small rectangular box. His hands clasped an object similar to what he was looking for. He dragged it out of the dark and into the light illuminating from a nearby lamp. A grin teased at the corner of the detectives mouth confirming that what he had pulled from underneath the bed was in fact, exactly what he was looking for. The case creaked open - Sherlock was rather proud of the sound because it implied that it hadn't been opened in a long time. His fingers glided across smooth glasses that has definitely seen more desperate times. Sherlock took the syringe and held the needle to his vain.

Sherlock knows that if John caches him in the act then he will flip out but he doesn't get it, there are only two ways to tern off his brain; either stimulation -no matter how it is produced- or to cut the brain off at its source, with a bullet. Sherlock was fine either way but believe it or not he chose the less harmful path.

Sherlock pressed the needle into his arm and pumped the liquid in. Sherlock moaned as the injection coursed through his veins. As he pulled the needle out he heard the front door open. He quickly scrambled to push the syringe back into the box and slid it back under the couch before John or Maddie could even reach the stairs. Sherlock closed his eyes as the drug quickly took effect. pulling him under the waters drowning out awareness, thinking, expectations, and above all drowning out the two people who just stomped their way into the flat.

Sherlock woke to be greeted by the moon peeking in through the window shining a bit of light into the flat, just enough so Sherlock could see his surroundings. The drugs had wore off and his mind started up once more processing the papers that still lay in frunt of him. Every thing remained right where he left it before he shut himself down but still something remained out of place. Sherlock's body tilted at an angle du to the couch cushions being pushed out around something. Sherlock turned to be greeted by Maddie's face inches from his own, fast asleep.

Sherlock wondered 'how could she trust me this much to completely rely on me for her safety?' Sherlock turned back to the position that he occupied before as he closed his eyes he thought to himself 'who would trust me?'.

Sherlock's mind raced as it came to a conclusion, he can't prove that she did it, but he can't not prove that she did it. Unless...

Sherlock's eyes shot open as he launched forward to snatch up a piece of paper.

It said-

The suspect is able to disarm a highly trained sniper with in a couple of seconds.

Sherlock did his best impression of an evil grin as he turned towards Maddie but his path was cut off at the sight of John standing in the door way.

"No no don't do that look." John said pointing at Sherlock.

"I'm sorry did I miss something?" Sherlock was quick to respond still keeping his grin.

"You two looked really cute just then, don't spoil it with that face, I have nightmares about that face."

"How long have you been standing there?" Sherlock asked unsure about what John has seen.

"Since you turned to her. I'm on high alert to keep you two from killing each other… or kill in general."

Sherlock snickered "I suppose you're right." Sherlock said getting up off the floor and swiftly moving to the desk.

John's attention floated back to Maddie sleeping peacefully on the couch, a fatherly love flowed over him as his face softened. John made the mistake of taking his focus off of Sherlock who had just pulled the gun from the drawer in John's desk.

John's smile quickly evolved into a dropping motion causing his mouth to hang open. As his eyes trailed up to Sherlock and followed his arm which was raised towards Maddie with a gun and the end of it.

"Sherlock what the hell are you doing?" John spat out the words in an enraged whisper.

"Your not going to like this." Sherlock replied as his finger teased at the trigger.

"O come on Sherlock don't start this again." John's hands balled as he remembered that two nights ago Sherlock had turned the gun on himself.

"O do relax," Sherlock said rolling his eyes, "shall we begin?"

John dove forward pushing the guns aim upward away from Maddie firing a shot into the wall. John had his back to Maddie so he was unsure if she had woken up even though he was almost positive she has. John's theory was soon confirmed as a strong hand gripped his shoulders and ripped him from his feet and sent him flying through the air. John's back came down on the corner of the couch. With a harsh sound of his spine coming into contact with the frame Maddie immediately regretted her decision. John let out a yell as the rest of his body settled onto the cold hard ground. Sherlock and Maddie watched as John brought his knees up to his chest and laid there until he gained the breath that was just knocked out of him. Sherlock watched more in disappointment that Maddie was obviously capable of all the things that the thief was. Maddie watched in horror at what she had done before rushing to John's aid.

"No no don't touch me!" John said gasping for air as he held up a hand to push Maddie away.

Maddie stumbled back, "O my god, John I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry." Maddie said this in so much panic that it made John feel sorry for her.

Sherlock plopped down in his chair, crossed his arms and pouted, that was his last attempt at trying to prove Maddie innocent. Maddie soon joined Sherlock, sitting herself down into her wooden chair. Maddie glared at Sherlock as he played with the gun that had just caused so many problems.

"You where going to shoot me," Maddie gridded her teeth, "Again?"

Sherlock looked over at her with half open eyes not showing a single sign remorse. "Yes yes I was."

"You are so unbelievable!" Maddie's scream was cut short by John practically dragging himself over to his chair.

"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked honestly he knew the answer, but apparently it was the nice thing to do.

John held his pointer finger to his lips silencing the two. "Let's just, just shhh." John said as he laid his head back against the back of his chair and shut his eyes to nurse himself from the pain. "Let's just all shut up..."