Shock...

Sherlock has been arrested, his brother's losing his patience and everyone thinks he is guilty of killing a married couple under the name of the Smiths. It is fair to say his options have been decreased...

Warning: Sadness :( and references of Watson!

Disclaimer: I still do not own the genius which is Sherlock Holmes

Doctor John Watson felt a cold splash on his face.

"Wake up pet!" Moriaty's voice rang.

John Watson looked up and around the darkened room. Well this was new...

"Where..."

"Are you?" Moriaty asked. "Well that would be telling."

John tried to move his hands. He felt the rubbing of rope against his wrist. He looked down and saw himself tied up against an old fashioned chair.

"Well isn't this quaint." John said.

"Forever joking aren't you Doctor Watson?"

"When appropriate..."

"Now I want to play a game with you..."

"Why do I have a feeling that's a lot less fun that it sounds?"

"You're a funny one aren't you?" "I see why Sherlock Holmes keeps you around."

Sherlock...

"Where is Sherlock?" Watson growled.

"So many questions...so little motivation to answer." Moriaty answered lazily.

"Is he safe?" Watson shouted. "Damn it Moriaty- is he safe?"

"I'm bored of you now..." Moriaty said, and then lazily tossed a smoke bomb before walking away.

A small amount of smoke surrounded Watson as he struggled in his chair. He felt his arms and legs fall by his side. He moved his shoulders frantically as he felt his eyes become heavy. He fell into a forced slumber...

- :) -

Sherlock sat in interrogation room A with Lestrade. It was a dimly lit room, with only one main light hanging loosely over them. Sherlock's eyes wandered around the room.

"Sherlock..." Lestrade said wearingly. "Tell me who did it..."

Sherlock's eyes darted to Lestrade.

"That would imply I know who did it." Sherlock replied.

"You always know who did it..." Lestrade said desperately.

And he did but for the first time in his life Sherlock Holmes had to not show off his skills and instead take the blame. Because otherwise John would die.

"What are the charges exactly?" Sherlock asked

"2 counts of homicide, breaking and entering, robbery..."

"So a total of around fifty years in prison?"

"This is something to do with John's disappearance isn't it?"

"I think it's a bit presumptuous to say that..."

"Sherlock look..." Lestrade said. "The police can help you...if you ask for it."

But he couldn't...the game disallowed it.

"I do not need help." Sherlock answered.

"So be it..." Lestrade said.

- :) -

Sherlock Holmes stood by his lawyer...

Sherlock had been in trouble before. He had spent many a night in a police cell, been chased by the police and had them checking his flats for drugs whenever Lestrade wanted to blackmail him into a case. But he had never stood in court being the one who was being tried against.

"Sherlock Holmes..." A rather pompous, recently married young barrister, said. "Were you at Northumberland Street at 12:52am on Saturday 26th May?"

"Well obviously." Sherlock replied.

"And you were spotted over the corpse of the Smiths covered in Mrs Smith's blood?" He asked.

"Which must prove I am guilty?" Sherlock sneered. "It is clear to any forensic team with any common sense..."

"Do you feel it wise to insult the police now?" The barrister cut in.

"If they need it, yes." Sherlock said. "Now may I continue?"

The barrister glared at him.

"Thank you." Sherlock said. "Anyway the blood smear on my shirt, which was taken into evidence just after the suspected murder, is in a rounded shape. There is no blood distribution anywhere else, wouldn't that seem odd that I could stab someone without a struggle?"

"Perhaps because the married couple trusted you?"

"I didn't even know them."

"Then why were you in their house?"

Sherlock bit his lip, he couldn't answer without giving away John.

- :) -

Sherlock sat in the back room of the courts...

"Damn it Sherlock enough with the games!" Lestrade shouted. "Tell me who bloody did it."

Sherlock looked at Lestrade. The man was panicked, and from the smell coming off the jacket, and the slight burn on his forefinger it was clear he had smoked the cigarette down to its stub. Obviously it had been a roll up one- probably because that's the only one the corner shop sold.

"I don't know who did it." Sherlock replied back.

"Don't be stupid, you always know who did it."

"Clearly I don't."

"Sherlock, if you don't tell us who did it you will go to prison." "Sherlock this is serious."

"I am fully aware of the seriousness of the situation."

"Then please let us help you."

"I don't need help."

"For God's sake Sherlock." "It's Moriaty isn't it?"

"There is no evidence he was there, nor had any motive to do so." "Saying he did it would only anger an already sour jury."

"The jury seems ok."

"Three of them are in marriage counselling and one of them is having an affair which I presume is with one of their partner's relative."

"Sherlock...stop changing the subject."

"Why? There's nothing we can do- the jury already think I'm guilty and the longer we drag on the trail the more things they dig up and the longer I will be in prison."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think you're the only one who has the power to search my apartment?"

- :) -

"This..." The young barrister said holding up a bag of white powder. "Was found in Mr Holmes's apartment."

The jury glanced judgementally at him.

"Sherlock, can you indentify the substance in the bag?" The barrister said mockingly. He then said. "It's cocaine isn't it?"

"Yes." Sherlock replied back.

"And if I'm right, cocaine is a class A drug..." The barrister said.

"Oh dear God..." Lestrade muttered just loud enough for Sherlock to hear.

"And there is an awful lot here..." The barrister said. "Mr Holmes have you been supplying anyone with these drugs?"

Sherlock looked down.

"Have you?" The barrister pressed.

Lestrade looked at him expectantly. Sherlock looked up at the barrister.

"Yes." Sherlock said.

Lestrade's mouth fell open.

- :) -

"You've been dealing!" Lestrade shouted at him.

"To get information!" Sherlock said.

"Oh for God's sake."

"You didn't seem to mind the results my methods produced."

"I didn't think even you'd be that arrogant to think you could get away with drug dealing..."

"How long am I looking at?"

"Life Sherlock..." Lestrade muttered, his head fell in his hands before he mumbled. "You're looking at bloody life."

"Great."

"Sherlock enough is enough." Lestrade shouted. "I am ordering you to tell me who did it."

"I'm not one of your staff." Sherlock replied.

"You are in trouble Sherlock." Lestrade pleaded. "Stop trying to resist my help."

"As I've said..." Sherlock said.

"Yes you don't need help." Lestrade said resigned and tired. "You know Sherlock I wonder why I bloody bother..."

And with that the middle aged detective left the room.

- :) -

"Mycroft Holmes..." The barrister said.

"Present." Mycroft answered.

"Were you aware of your brother's illegal activities?"

"And which illegal activities are in question?"

"Drug dealing..."

"I thought this trail was because of a murder..."

"Yes but..."

"So therefore his supposed substance abuse and activities aren't applicable unless there were drugs present in his blood sample after the attack." Mycroft said. "And I believe from the evidence he was completely sober, and no traces of illegal drugs in his blood stream."

"That is correct." The judge said.

"Are you aware of your brother's profession Mr Holmes?"

"I believe he is a consulting detective."

"That isn't a profession."

"I believe that is why he does it." Mycroft said. "Even as a child he always wished to be unique."

"So in his profession he has had a lot of contacts with murders?"

"Yes."

"Murders which the police require his assistance on?"

"I believe so."

"So, he would know how to cover up evidence which the court has not found."

"If my brother had of committed a murder there would have been no evidence on which to charge him."

"Why has he done it before?"

"No, but as you said, he would know how to cover up evidence through experience."

"Mr Holmes broke into a house of people he claims he doesn't even know..." The barrister quizzed him. "Do you have any explanation to why your brother would do that?"

"My brother has never been good with boundaries set either by the law or what is considered socially acceptable..."

"And why do you say that?"

"Because my brother is not like other people Mr..." Mycroft said- pausing through lack of information.

"Harrison." The barrister said. "Mr Holmes are you insinuating your brother has a mental disorder?"

"Yes." Mycroft said.

Lestrade glanced at Sherlock.

"And what disorder do you believe your brother to have?"

"As a child he was diagnosed with Holmes's syndrome..."

"This isn't on his records..." The barrister said incredulously. "And that isn't even a disease..."

"That is because our father did not wish this to become public knowledge." Mycroft said clearly. "He thought that if it did become apparent to those he included in his social circle that Sherlock would be isolated from society, and wouldn't be treated like the others..."

"And was this 'Holmes's syndrome' extreme?" The barrister said, stressing his apparent disbelief at the disease.

"According to the doctor it was the most severe 'Holmes's syndrome', and in fact only Holmes's syndrome that he had encountered in twenty years of practising."

"And what is this Holmes's syndrome?"

"It is a mix of many mental disorders which combined together to make a perfectly functioning individual yet an individual which has no need to conform, nor need to obey and does not understand fully the emotions of a human being." Mycroft replied.

"And why should we believe this Mr Holmes?"

"Because I have the medical certificate which proves it..." Mycroft said, retrieving a file and handing it to the judge.

"This is all in order..." The judge said.

Sherlock glared at his brother.

- :) -

"This is how you help me?" Sherlock shouted. "By telling them I'm mentally deficient?"

"Technically Holmes's syndrome doesn't mean you are mentally deficient." Mycroft said. "It just means you perceive things differently to others."

"That was private knowledge..." Sherlock shouted back.

"It was the only way I could stop you going to prison." Mycroft answered.

"How exactly do you think this will stop me going to prison?"

"They are talking about moving you to a secure facility."

"A mental facility..." Sherlock said. "How the hell is that any better?"

"You will not be in danger..." Mycroft answered.

"Yes I will..." Sherlock said. "What with their patronising, and drugging of their patients."

"Well according to Mr Harrison you are already accustomed to introducing intoxicating substances into your blood stream." Mycroft replied.

"Those substances sharpen my skills not dull them..." Sherlock muttered. "It's completely different."

A short woman entered the room before Mycroft could say anything.

"Mr Holmes..." She said. "The jury has reached their decision."

- :) -

Detective inspector Lestrade sat on the steps outside the court room. He had a roll up cigarette hanging from his fingers. He took one large drag from it before blowing out its white smoke. Footsteps came from behind him.

"I had been told that you had quit." Mycroft Holmes said.

"Well things can change." Lestrade said back. He then turned back to Mycroft. "What am I going to do? Murders are turning up left right and centre since news of Sherlock's arrest has hit the headlines."

"I am sure that you shall encounter others who can aid you." Mycroft said.

"None like your brother..." Lestrade said with his eyes focused on Mycroft. "And the criminals of London know it."

"I'm sure you exaggerate detective." Mycroft said.

"No..." Lestrade muttered. "And now he is locked up in some God damned secure mental facility."

"He is allowed visitors." Mycroft said.

"Occasionally." Lestrade said. "And even then it'd be supervised and recorded. I'm a respected officer of the met police force- I can't be seen to be asking help for a convicted killer."

"He didn't kill the people." Mycroft said. "You know as well as I do that if he killed someone he wouldn't be caught."

"Well the whole world thinks he did it...and now he's gone." Lestrade shouted, before composing himself and saying. "Sorry, I just guess I didn't think he'd end up in one of those facilities..."

"Then you were the only one." Mycroft answered back.

- :) -

Sherlock Holmes stared out of the window of the armoured ambulance as he was driven into the London Institute for the mental disabled and disturbed. It was strange but he always had a feeling that someday that he would end up there- after all many had predicted it.

The ambulance drove up to the entrance of the building. It was clinical, yet had some character to the building. A few residents were ambling around the grounds with vacant looks on their face. Sherlock looked behind. There were walls all around the place. It was official...

Sherlock Holmes was trapped

And worse...they looked like huggers.

Chapter le sept c'est fini!

Will Sherlock ever escape?

Will Watson ever be found?

Will Sherlock face another hug?

FIND OUT NEXT TIME