Luna POV
"I win!" I shout happily, having had to let go of Sherlock's hand a few streets down I made it more of a race, and turn in time to see Sherlock and John stop in front of me, all of u breathing hard but grinning like maniacs, I laugh as we open the front door and go into the hallway, John handing his Jacket on a hook on the wall, I put my coat up next to his and notice Sherlock drape his cot over the bottom of the bannisters,
"Okay, that was ridiculous. That was the most ridiculous thing I've ever done," says John, us all chuckling with our backs to the wall, still admittedly catching our breaths
"And you invaded Afghanistan" Sherlock says, making me and John giggle loudly, Sherlock joining in the laughter,
"That wasn't just me" says John, causing us to chuckle more,
"Why aren't we back at the restaurant?" John asks,
"Oh, they can keep an eye out. It was a long shot anyway," says Sherlock after waving his dismissively,
"So what were we doing there?" asks John, him looking at Sherlock curiously, Sherlock clearing his throat from all the deep breathing,
"Oh, just passing the time. And proving a point" he says, looking at John now, I follow his gaze, though without John being able to see I notice something missing from John, something that I had noticed while we were running on the rooftops, it was niggling in the back of my brain but I didn't take much notice, I only heard two footsteps running well behind myself and Sherlock, but he was missing his walking stick,
"What point?" asks John, looking at Sherlock curiously,
"You. Mrs Hudson! Doctor Watson will take the room upstairs!" Sherlock shouts towards Mrs Hudson's apartment,
"Says who?" asks John, well I know why he is defensive, he hasn't realised yet,
"Says the man at the door" says Sherlock, and suddenly three knocks come from the door, I look to the door to John, then see him go to the door, opening it and stepping out but I can hear Angelo's voice from outside,
"Sherlock texted me. He said you forgot this" he says, and I can see him handing John his walking stick, John looks at it slightly surprised and looks back towards Sherlock and I, I grin at this, leaning backwards against the wall more, happily feeling my heart not beating so much now.
But just as John walks over back inside after saying his thanks to Angelo who I waved at again, I see Mrs Hudson come out of her flat and hurry over to us, looking upset and a little tearful
"Sherlock, what have you done?" she asks, I look at her worriedly then to Sherlock confused, he himself looking the same, and facing her,
"Mrs Hudson?" he asks, looking at her questioningly,
"Upstairs" she says, but that's all she says before Sherlock runs upstairs, me and John following, and surprised to see Lestrade sitting in the armchair facing us, with other police officers around the flat going through Sherlock's possessions, I watch as Sherlock storms over to Lestrade not happy, not surprising, Lestrade had better not do this when I move in.
"What are you doing?" he asks Lestrade, John and I staying by the doorway
"Well, I knew you'd find the case. I'm not stupid" he says,
"You can't just break into my flat" says Sherlock,
"And you can't withhold evidence. And I didn't break into your flat" he says, I frown at this, what else could this be?
"Well, what do you call this then?" asks Sherlock, I look at the officers, watching them with what they're doing, making sure they don't break anything.
"It's a drugs bust" says Lestrade, I look at him alarmed from this, then to Sherlock, no way…
"Seriously?! This guy, a junkie?! Have you met him?!" says John, going to Sherlock's defence, but Sherlock turns and walks over to us, biting his lip nervously,
"John..." says Sherlock, but I don't think John is paying attention, however Sherlock's eyes meet mine, mine asking him a lot of questions but I see shame in his eyes,
"I'm pretty sure you could search this flat all day, you wouldn't find anything you could call recreational" says John, but I nudge his side catching his attention,
"John, you probably want to shut up now." Sherlock says, this finally getting John to look at Sherlock,
JOHN: Yeah, but come on...No" John now looking at Sherlock in shock and disbelief,
"What?" asks Sherlock
"You?" asks John, looking at him slightly suspicious and with disbelief again,
"Shut up!" Sherlock says angrily, turning back to Lestrade,
"I'm not your sniffer dog" he says, I look to Lestrade at this, not sure what to say at this point but I wont let anyone bully Sherlock,
"No, Anderson's my sniffer dog" says Lestrade, but my eyes widen, seeing Lestrade inclining for the kitchen I move slightly to see the sliding door to the kitchen open to see a lot more officers in there…and Anderson, and I was having such a good evening.
"Anderson, what are you doing here on a drugs bust?" asks Sherlock angrily, I cross my arms at this, looking down at Lestrade, him suddenly looking up at me seeing my displeased face, and he actually looks guilty from this
"Oh, I volunteered," says Anderson snidely, I look to him with a glare, feeling a rage within that they had better not unleash or they will be sorry.
"They all did. They're not strictly speaking on the drugs squad, but they're very keen" says Lestrade, I look down at him with my eyes, him seeming to shrink away at this, but then something else catches my attention, Donovan, I resist the urge to scowl, but then see the jar with human eyes inside,
"Are these human eyes?" she asks,
"Put those back!" shouts Sherlock, who I see glaring at her angrily
"They were in the microwave!" she says, my eyes widen when Sherlock looks confused at what she said,
"I didn't put them there…" he says, then looks to me, I look at him guiltily,
"I was going to ask…if I could do an experiment with them – I was going to replace them I swear!" I say, his eyes becoming soft compared to how angry he was previously,
"Where the hell were you going to replace human eyeballs?" demands Donovan, I glare at her for this, walking over to her and snatching the jar from her,
"If your not careful I'll be adding yours and your lovers onto the list" I sneer at her, she backs away quickly her eyes looking at me fearfully,
"Calm down Luna" says Sherlock, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me away, me letting him do so, his presence helping me calm down,
"Keep looking, guys" says Lestrade, who stands up now and turns to Sherlock,
"Or you could help us properly and I'll stand them down" he says, I frown at him for this,
"This is childish" says Sherlock, obviously angry, but his hold on me is still strong,
"Well, I'm dealing with a child. Sherlock, this is our case. I'm letting you in, but you do not go off on your own. Clear?" says Lestrade,
"Oh, what, so-so-so you set up a pretend drugs bust to bully me?" asks Sherlock, glaring at Lestrade, I glare at him for this, he knows how I feel about bullying.
"It stops being pretend if they find anything" says Lestrade,
"I am clean!" shouts Sherlock, but before he had, he placed his hand that was around my waist over my ear and leaned my head carefully against his side so I would jump or so it wouldn't hurt my ears, I smile at this, he really is wonderful, and does not deserve this,
"Is your flat? All of it?" says Lestrade, I don't believe this he's grasping at straws now,
"I don't even smoke" says Sherlock, carefully pulling me away to bring his shirts sleeve up to show his patches from earlier,
"Neither do I" says Lestrade showing his patch as well, I roll my eyes at this,
"Alright that's enough! Your both grown men, Lestrade do not say anything about cleanliness I do not want to have to remind you of what I saw at your Christmas party at your house. I may not have known Sherlock for long but I know for certain that he does not deal with drugs, you know full well that I worked in that area for five years and would know a drug dealer four miles away and with just a picture of them at their best. Now lets get back to the case, we cannot afford to let innocents die, four is more than enough" I say, both of them looking at me and I know John was watching me proudly, I can also hear that the officers in the kitchen had heard me considering that they have all gone quiet,
"So let's work together. We've found Rachel" says Lestrade, I look to him for this, thankful that we are getting on with this,
"Who is she?" asks Sherlock, I look to Lestrade with full attention,
"Jennifer Wilson's only daughter" says Lestrade,
"Her daughter? Why would she write her daughter's name? Why?
ANDERSON: Never mind that. We found the case" says Anderson, I turn and look at him, I swear if I could he would be on fire right now, watching as he pathetically points to the pink case,
"According to someone, the murderer has the case, and we found it in the hands of our favourite psychopath" he says, I am an inch away from punching him,
"I'm not a psychopath, Anderson. I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research" Sherlock says, I smirk at him for this, seeing a glimpse of a smile, but I can tell his mind is still at work for the revelation of the identity of Rachel
"You need to bring Rachel in. You need to question her. I need to question her" says Sherlock
"She's dead" says Lestrade, I close my eyes at this, damn, but there could be a connection there, was she killed the same way perhaps?
"Excellent! How, when and why? Is there a connection? There has to be" says Sherlock,
"Well, I doubt it, since she's been dead for fourteen years. Technically she was never alive. Rachel was Jennifer Wilson's stillborn daughter, fourteen years ago" says Lestrade, I frown at this, why would Jennifer carve her dead daughters name into wood, which would have been very painful without reason especially if had nothing to do with her death
(John grimaces sadly and turns away. Sherlock, on the other hand, just looks "
"No, that's ... that's not right. How ... Why would she do that? Why?" says Sherlock, I look to him for this, trying to figure it out with him,
"Why would she think of her daughter in her last moments?(!) Yup – sociopath; I'm seeing it now" says Anderson, I turn to him again him looking at me startled from my movement,
"Of course she would have more then likely thought about her daughter Anderson, any idiot would know that – even you, but there is a difference between thinking of them and scratched her name on the floor with her fingernails. She was dying. It took effort. It would have hurt. She wouldn't have done it without reason to" I say, he looks away from this obviously realising his mistake, I turn to see Sherlock pace back and forth across the room,
"You said that the victims all took the poison themselves, that he makes them take it. Well, maybe he ... I don't know, talks to them? Maybe he used the death of her daughter somehow" says John, I look to him at this and smile proudly at that, that's my brother!
"Yeah, but that was ages ago. Why would she still be upset?" asks Sherlock, but then looks at me and John since we somehow became stood together, looking at us hesitantly, all of us noticing how quiet the flat has become.
"Not good?" asks Sherlock, looking at us awkwardly,
"Bit not good, yeah" says John, I sigh at this,
"Sherlock imagine someone you loved and cared for was suddenly taken away from you, died or something, years later wouldn't you still be upset?" I ask, looking at him, knowing if I explain it this way for him to think about then he may understand better and put it into a memory box of his. But I don't realise until a minute later that he had still been looking at me, but its then I notice that the way he is looking at me. I watch him carefully, seeing…sorrow, pain? What is he thinking of?
"I understand now, of course she would still be upset, heartbroken in fact" he says, his eyes fixed on me.
Now I realise, I think he just imagined what it would be like to lose me…
Without thinking of what the others would think, I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him, feeling him wrap his around me,
"I'm not going anywhere" I whisper, only for him to hear, feeling him kiss my head in response.