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NaNoWriMo is almost here, around October I go into a state of hiatus until December. I will be posting until the 1st October, and won't be posting again until the 10th December.

We Stand United

Chapter Seven

John looked at Greg over the desk before he went back to reading the report on the forensics that had been gathered. Between them was everything that Greg had been able to gather from that day on the roof of St Bart's. Greg had left out the autopsy report on Sherlock, not wanting to upset John with it. Greg felt sick as he looked at the photos where Sherlock had landed, the pool of blood staining the pavement.

"I still can't believe he jumped," Greg whispered as he looked up to John.

John nodded, "I know, but I need to know why. He didn't care what people thought of him Greg. I know Sherlock. There are still those that would have called him in, even if you couldn't." He sighed as he frowned at one of the pictures from the roof, "That's strange."

Greg looked to him puzzled, "What?" he asked as he leaned over the desk a little to look at the picture.

John moved around and showed Greg the picture. "This is the roof, right?"

Greg nodded, "Yeah, what off it?"

John chuckled, "You see but you don't observe, Sherlock is right on that." He turned sombre as he then said, "On the roof there is some blood. I don't know who's though. The report says that it's Sherlock's, but there is no testing to prove that. No forensic report to support it, there isn't one here. From what I remember Sherlock had no other injuries but to the head from what I could see. And from what I can tell in the picture there is brain matter in the pool of blood, and enough blood that Sherlock wouldn't have been able to get to the edge and jump off." He told him pointedly eyebrow raised.

Greg flopped back in his chair, "So someone was up there with him, he wasn't alone." He shook his head in disbelief.

John nodded, "I had a feeling that someone else had made him jump. And I don't even have to guess as to who would have been up there." He sighed and shook his head. "I think I know who cleaned it up as well." He looked to his friend and gave a small smile. "Moriarty, this was all about Moriarty. He wanted to burn Sherlock, burn his heart. Sherlock always told me that I was his heart. There is no other way he would have jumped, unless I was in danger. He can be so overprotective at times, and at other times, well he could be a right foul git." He smiled a little as he thought back to before all this had began.

"So, Moriarty gives him an ultimatum, jump or I kill John." He suggested a scenario, "But he could easily have kill Moriarty and then not jumped," he frowned as he looked to John, wondering what the other thought of it all.

John smiled softly, "The night at the Pool, when we first truly met Moriarty. He had snipers on us. He has a vast web of people working for him, he doesn't work alone. He could have had a sniper on me. If Moriarty dies, there is no one to call them off. If Sherlock doesn't jump, they carry out their order."

"So, Moriarty would have killed himself to stop the orders from being rescinded. Sherlock had no choice but to jump in order to keep you safe." Greg nodded, "Damn, he did it all for you."

John nodded as he remembered the letter, "Damn. Damn!" he excalmined as he bolted out of the seat. "We shouldn't have done this here. I don't think it would have been wise at the flat either. With Sherlock gone, they are still around. We need to be careful." He voice shook a little at the thought of Greg being in danger because he had decided to talk with him about it all.

"John, we'll be fine. We're just talking, so calm down and sit down." Greg told him, wondering what the hell was wrong now.

"Greg, we're still in danger as long as Moriarty's web is still up and running. Moriarty is still missing, and if he is dead, they would just carry on. I think Mycroft has a hand in all this Greg, and you know what he is like. Especially as we have no proof of Moriarty's death." He gave a pointed look to the other and a subtle glance around the room.

Greg sighed, "You know, I thought that would be all over with, the constant watching." He glanced around and stood up as he looked to John, "Go home, get some rest. I'll stop by tomorrow after my shift."

"Yeah, would be the better idea." He nodded as he pulled on his jacket and headed towards the door, "Greg, be careful all right. Keep an eye out for anything. They could be after you as well. I just have a really bad feeling." He told him, warning him as he had been warned by the two letters he had received.

Greg looked to him and nodded slowly, "I will. Now go home. I'll see you tomorrow." He gave a small smile.

"See you tomorrow Greg." John nodded and gave a smile back as he walked out of Greg's office and towards the lift, ignoring those that were looking at him. He shivered a little as he felt a ball of dread in his stomach. He turned and glanced around the room as he entered the lift. There were so many looking at him, he could still see some of them wearing the blue armbands, just like Greg was still doing.

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John walked into Baker Street to see a worried looking Mrs Hudson standing there, waiting for him. "Oh John," she said as she went over to him and put a hand on his arm, "Mycroft is here. I don't know what he wants, he said he was going to wait for you." She told him, looking a little worried as she glanced up their stairs, wondering what type of bad news was coming this time.

"It's all right Mrs Hudson, I'll go and talk to him. You go back to your home, don't you worry all right," he told her with a reassuring smile on his face.

Mrs Hudson nodded her head as she then left to 221A. John walked up the stairs and into his flat.

"You know, I thought these drop in visits would be over by now. You had started to learn manners and started knocking before letting yourself in." John admonished him as he went over to the sofa and sat down, looking at Mycroft, who was sitting in his chair.

"I thought I would come by personally and tell you that you need to stop looking into things." Mycroft said, a calm look on his face.

John observed him and shook his head. He could tell that the older man was worried and stressed, more than normal. "Not going to happen Mycroft and you know it. Just let me do things my own way. I need to know what happened and you have already told me that you wont be the one to tell me. So I am going to find out myself. Now leave." He said as he stood up and moved to the kitchen.

Mycroft sighed, "Please be careful John, things are more complex than they seem and the wrong thing could bring it down on all of us."

John ignored him as he went about making himself some tea. Mycroft gave a shake of his head at the stubborn doctor and left. John gave a sigh and leaned against the counter. John would have to be careful. He didn't like the fact that there was even more to things that what John had been able to find out.

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