Sherlock sat in his chair looking the information Irene had given him, on his laptop. He had barely scratched the surface, when his phone rang.

He picked it up and answered it. "Janine, hi."

"I was thinking I could make my Mum's famous ham casserole for dinner and you can make a cherry pie for desert. John and Mary can bring something to the table also," Janine suggested.

"That sounds delightful. Though I have to warn you. John never was one for cooking. I've known him to burn a salad. Don't ask me how he did it, because I was not there at the time," Sherlock replied.

"When do you think would be a good time?" Janine asked.

"How about next Saturday?" Sherlock replied.

"I could do Saturday, as long as my boss doesn't have me work overtime," Janine said. "Call John and Mary to make sure the time is good for them."

"I'll be seeing John in a little bit so I'll ask him then," Sherlock stated.

"Good. Oh I don't need you to come pick me up. Magnussen is keeping me late again tonight," Janine informed.

"I was looking forward to more time with you," Sherlock falsely complained.

"We have all of tomorrow morning to talk about how unfair that is," Janine cooed. "Now I have to go before I get caught talking to you."

"I'll will see later then," Sherlock said and hung up.

"She's so clingy," Sherlock muttered as he tossed his phone on to couch.

He looked at his watch to see what time it was and decided it had a little while longer before he had to text John.

Before he could go back and look through some more information. Mrs. Hudson came in with Mary right behind her.

"Mary," Sherlock greeted solemnly. There was something about that woman, that didn't sit right with him.

"Sherlock," Mary replied.

"There a reason for your visit?" Sherlock wondered.

"I just came by to see if everything was okay," Mary stated. "Given everything that happened this morning, I was worried something wasn't right."

"I'm fine," Sherlock assured.

"Are you sure?" Mary asked.

"For the tenth time today, I was doing undercover work," Sherlock insisted. He was so tired of people asking.

"What kind of undercover work?" Mary questioned as she sat down on the couch.

"I'm not able to share any details about the case with you," Sherlock replied.

"Why not?" Mary asked.

"Because it is for the government and my brother has forbidden me from sharing," Sherlock said. "Now if you don't mind, I have a lot of work to do."

Mary stood up from the couch and headed toward the door. "I'll see you later, Sherlock."

Hour Eight

Sherlock continued to sift through the files, letting the time get away from him. When he went to check his watch he realised that he had to set his plan into action before it was to late.

He stood, went over to the couch and picked up his phone. He texted John the location as he put on his coat and headed out the door.

Sherlock paid the cab driver as he got out. He then walked to the front of the massive building, and saw John already there.

"How long have you been waiting?" Sherlock asked as he closed the gap between him and John.

"About ten minutes," John replied. "What exactly are we doing here?"

"You're about to find out," Sherlock answered walking right past John and into the building.

Everything happened so fast yet so slowly. Mary Watson had just shot him, knocked Magnussen out and left. It felt like it had happened before Sherlock had even had a chance to register the gunshot wound. On the other hand it felt it happened over an extended period of time.

Just as John had come running into the room, Sherlock's last thought before losing conciousness was, I should have stayed at the flat.

Author's Note: Okay I'll admit it writing every single word of this story made my stomach churn, because the entire time I had the scene of Mary shooting Sherlock, playing over and over again in my head.