"John, I-"
"There you go again! It's all about you! I've got an idea for you, Sherlock- how about you leave your flat so I never have to deal with you again?" John turned his head, expecting Sherlock to leave the room at least. But Sherlock refrained; instead, he sat on the bed and undid John from the tape. He held his arms, massaging John's biceps with his thumbs. John's anger dissipated somewhat, and was replaced with mourning, Sherlock realized, mourning for his sister that he had suppressed since they found her.
"John…" Sherlock whispered softly, "I love you," Sherlock could see John's eyes become moist with tears, though John still wasn't looking at him.
"John, look at me," he gently held John's cheeks in his hands and tried to turn his face towards him. John followed his hands, but squeezed his eyes shut. Sherlock smiled at how childish he looked, "John," he said quietly, but sternly, "Look at me. Now," John obeyed and slowly opened his eyes to find Sherlock's pale blue eyes sparkling back at him, "I love you. I have loved you since I first met you, but I was nervous, that's why I said what I said at Angelo's that night."
"I love you too, Sherlock Holmes," John croaked, his throat was closing with sadness and the tears were escaping his eyes. Sherlock shuddered with happiness, as he did before when John followed his love with his name.
"How sweet," a childish voice came from nowhere. Sherlock darted his eyes around, looking for the man behind it. His expression mimicked that of an angry dog. John stared at him, clearly confused.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock stared at him quizzically.
"What do you mean? Didn't you hear him?"
"Whom?" Sherlock shot him a small confused look before answering:
"Moriarty," he growled.

Sgt. Donovan trudged into the station earlier than usual. She wanted to find a lead on their case before The Freak did. The rest of the station was quiet, which surprised her as the station was open; meaning someone of authority had already entered. She sighed; it was too early for this. She looked on her desk to find the case file as she sat down but it seemed to have moved. She looked around the station before finding it sitting on Lestrade's desk. Grumpily she stood, walked into his office and screamed.

"And it was definitely him?" John asked, setting a cup of tea in front of Sherlock, who had his head buried in his hands.
"Yes," he strained frustratingly. He glanced at the tea through his fingers and grimaced at it.
"Just the once?"
"No, all night. I heard his voice all night long."
"What did he say?" God John asks a lot of questions, thought Sherlock.
"Nothing, really. He was just being very, very annoying," Sherlock moved over to the fridge and returned with a slice of cake. John, (who was confused as to the origins of the before mentioned cake) pulled the plate away from Sherlock and gave him his 'it's too early for that' look which, he guessed, would soon be used for more things than food items. Sherlock grumbled incomprehensibly and curled into a fetal position on the sofa. He turned his head as his phone buzzed on the table. John picked it up and read out the name of the sender.
"Wonder what it's about," mused John.
"Abuse, probably," Sherlock shrugged in his ball form
"Want me to open it?" another shrug replied to him and John opened the message before dropping the phone.

The taxi ride was silence, mostly due to the shock from John. Sherlock stared at the message on the phone in his hand.

TO: Sherlock
FROM: Donovan
Lestrade is dead.

The taxi pulled up at Scotland Yard and Sherlock bounded out of it, leaving John to once again pay for the ride. Sherlock burst through the door of the station to find Sgt. Donovan crying underneath her desk. He shifted his gaze to the office where Lestrade lay. He had a stab wound to the chest and he, like Harry, had the word INSIGNIFICANT burned all over his body. John trudged up next to Sherlock and stared at the body in front of him. Donovan stood and sobbed, pointing at an evidence bag on the desk. Inside the bag was a jackknife, and John looked at it in disbelief.
"Sherlock…Sherlock that's your knife," John stated softly. Sherlock looked at the bag, his facial features unmoving as he realized John was right.
"The cameras…CCTV, there must be a video!" Sherlock paced around the desk and ruffled his hair. Donovan hurried off to the security room which, to her surprise, was locked. She unlocked it, however and pulled the tape out of the monitor. There was also another tape labeled "warehouse" which she picked up and took to Sherlock. They pushed the tape into the television John had pulled out and watched in disbelief. It was Sherlock on the screen, Sherlock with Lestrade, Sherlock killing Lestrade and Sherlock burning him. Sgt. Donovan silently pulled out the tape and pushed in the next one. The warehouse had a vat within it that was filled with alcohol, as they had realised that it was an alcoholic beverage warehouse. Sherlock was filmed holding Harry in the vat as she drowned in alcohol. When Harry stopped struggling, Sherlock threw her to the floor and burned her like Lestrade. The tape turned off and Sally and John turned to Sherlock.
"You bastard," growled John, "you fucking bastard."
"John, I...I didn't..." Sherlock whispered.
"You didn't what, Sherlock? You didn't kill them? Well it certainly fucking looks that way!"
"Please, John... Don't hate me..." tears fell from Sherlocks face and he dropped to his knees and looked up at John.
"I don't hate you, I loathe you."
"Please, no! I will avenge them! I'll find out who did it!"
"It was you, Sherlock! The only way you'll avenge them is by killing yourself and frankly, I think the world would be better off if you did!" John stormed out of the station and Sgt. Donovan turned towards the CCTV room, leaving Sherlock to cry in a heap on the floor.

Hi. Yes, it's been a while since I updated but I have been working on a side story and my lack of constant internet impairs my upload speed. Also, it was my birthday yesterday and I bought some new anime DVDs so they're going to take up a lot of my time over the next few days.

Lots of angst lately, sorry. They will pull through eventually and if you're lucky I'll make a fluffy chapter after this has been solved. Thank you so much for the reviews, too. I saw on my traffic how many people have read it and that has compelled me but those two reviews were the chocolate coating on my gummi ^3^
See you in the next chapter!
SH