Sherlock Holmes: The Dying Girlfriend

It was early morning, John walked out of his to find Sydney asleep on the couch and Sherlock at the desk unmoved.
"Find anything?" He asked as he went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.
"Everything but a motive." He said, exhausted but the thrill of the case was giving him an aderaline high.

"Brother dear." Mycroft said standing in the doorway.
"What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked suddenly annoyed.
He cleared his throat, "I wanted to check in with Sydney."
The two looked at him confused, this was out of character for Mycroft.

Mycroft rolled his eyes knowing this was strange for him.
"Sydney put you up to this?" John asked.
"I'm a man of my words." He said annoyed.
He cleared his throat again and stood over the couch peering over at her.

"Sydney." She didn't stir.
He sighed.
"Depression. It does that." Sherlock commented.
"You sound like a psychologist." Mycroft said glaring at his brother.
Sherlock scoffed and ignored him.
"I'll be in touch." He said leaving.

John looked over at Sydney wondering how she got Mycroft to do these normal things for her. He made himself a cup and sat in the empty chair in the middle of the room next to the couch.
"Shouldn't you put her to bed?" John asked as he turned on the television.
"This her contribution."
John glanced over at his best friend, making a confused face.
"What?"
"She wanted to help, she did and fell asleep." Sherlock said thinking hard about the case.
"Is she bothering you?" He said glancing over at John.

"What! No, I mean she's sleeping Sherlock. I just thought you'd want her in a bed." John cleared his throat, trying to avoid looking at Sydney.
"Is it because she's half naked on the couch?" Sherlock said standing over the couch hovering over her.
John cleared his throat and had a small smile on his face, trying to hide it with his mug.

"Oh grow up John!" He sighed annoyed.
John couldn't help but to chuckle as Sherlock picked up Sydney to take her to his room.
It was a strange thought that there could be someone for everyone, it was hilarious though that Sydney and Sherlock were two of the opposites drawn together.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and managed to get Sydney to the room without trouble.

"Hello darling." She said still tired.
Sherlock had set her on the bed and still hovering over her.
"Sydney." He greeted.
"What's the plan?" She asked eyes still closed and Sherlock still over her.
"Haven't got one yet but John and I are going out."
"Oh?"
"Possible lead."
She opened one eye and then the other. Binking a few times before realizing that Sherlock was inches away from her face.
"Okay. I'll be here." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug.

She released him and smiled at him. Sherlock kissed her forehead and left.
Sydney rolled around the bed, Mycroft came to check up on her and she knew he was getting closer. Grabbing the bags from under the bed she changed into a pale pink blouse with black skinny jeans and combat boots.

He was likely to strike her when she was alone. She left the bags underneath the bed and a note on the nightstand.

It looked like any other day in London and Sydney couldn't find it in her to be happy. She started walking as far as she could, away from Baker St, and into the unknown. Eventually she found herself in unfamiliar part of town and walked right into him.

It was dingy empty warehouse that had no outlet. She hoped Mycroft still had an eye on her.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my dear baby sister." He said appearing out of the shadows.
"Tobias?"

Tobias Holt looked like a copy of James Moriarty but Sydney didn't have a clue who that was.
"Surprised?" He asked grinning like a mad man.
"I feel like I shouldn't be but I'm exhausted and I want this to be over." She said with a sad look on her face.
"Sorry that's not how the game works."
"Why?"
"Because you need to suffer for your sins."
"Sins?"

"Did it ever occur to you why I chose you?"
"Because it's a game?"
"Because you make me weak." He paced around her like a hawk waiting to take its shot.
"I don't understand."
"I never hurt you like the others because I needed someone to understand. Devon wasn't going to be there for me. So I thought why not you. You never question the things I did or reacted like how others did. I molded you into a perfect image of me." He said still grinning.
"Perfect for me and no one else."

Sydney blinked.
"I-I don't know how to react." She said.
Tobias laughed.
"Exactly. I molded you to be like this and now you're back with Sherlock." He made a disgusted face.
"You and Sherlock. Even when mummy and daddy were worried over me you made them have hope that you weren't like me."
"I'm not though." She said slowly.

"Are you sure about that?" He said. Sydney thought back and couldn't ever remember hurting anyone.
"I never hurted anyone." She said.
"No one but me." He said putting his hands in his pocket.
"But you were always being mean."
"That was the fun part." He let out a laugh again.

There was a pause and Sydney could feel the bullet coming. Except it wasn't a bullet but a dart.

"I told you I'm not done playing with you." He said cooly as she fell to the ground.
"I want you to feel what I felt like."
He walked away and Sydney held herself as she couldn't stand up.
The dart had poison, but Sydney couldn't tell what kind or how long she had before death. She took the drastic measure and pulled out a pocket knife and cut where the dart hit.

Bleeding out was probably a bad idea but a slower death. It made her feel and able to stand up even if she couldn't stand properly up. She limped her way out of the lot and to the pavement where she tried to stop the bleeding.

The way she was slumped on the pavement sitting against an abandoned building made her look like she any other bum that was suffering. She was hoping Mycroft would come for.

Sherlock and John came to the flat empty handed.
"It was probably a fake." John said trying to cheer Sherlock.
"It doesn't matter, we don't know his next attempt." Sherlock was annoyed.

Even though it was like any other case, the feeling of accomplishing this case wasn't for him but for Sydney.
"Sydney! We're back!" John called out as he headed to the kitchen.

Nothing.

Sherlock went to his room and found an empty bed and a note on his side table.

"Dear Sherlock, by the time you read this I will mostly like be dead. I have enjoyed our time together and hopefully this won't damper the relationship. ANYWAYS he's probably on his way to kill you. I know you won't cry for me and I don't expect it but just know that I really did like you maybe even love you.

Presumably yours, Sydney Holt xoxo'