I don't own Sherlock, just having some fun.
Sorry for taking so long in getting this up. It's been a bad few weeks. We had to say goodbye to my dog Benji, who was part of the inspiration for the Guardians in the Harsh Reality Series. Not only that but I also lost a friend suddenly.
Thanks go to Madyamisam for the edit, any remaining mistakes are my own.
Chapter Fourteen
John walked up the stairs and into the living room of 221B. He was home, he had just finished a half shift at the clinic. Sarah had talked about the case that they had finished, the Rock Cake Caper, Sarah wanted to know everything, including the things that hadn't made it into the blog, as she knew that they didn't always put up everything that had happened to them.
John gave a little sigh as he walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on. Sherlock walked into the kitchen and smiled a little as he saw the man there. He hated it when John had to work, he always felt as though there was nothing in the house at all. As though he was alone once more.
"I've decided that I will talk to Lestrade tomorrow about my dad," John said quietly.
Sherlock smiled a little but then let it didn't want John to think he was happy about his father's death, "I thank you, I would like to get a least the basics of it as soon as possible," he replied stood behind John and wrapped his arms around him.
John froze for a moment and then relaxed as he turned around and hugged Sherlock back. He had been thinking about it all day and had decided on the way home that he would do something. He knew that Sherlock wanted to work on it and find out everything about the case. John remembered a lot about his dad but didn't know anything about the others that had been killed by the same killer, "I know," he said as he leaned his head against Sherlock's shoulder and sighed.
Sherlock ran his hands through John's hair as he whispered, "I will do all I can to bring you the closure that you need," Sherlock sighed a little.
John smiled and nodded as he pulled back, "I know you will, I never doubted that you woul"
Sherlock looked down at him with a puzzled frown, "Why didn't you come and ask me earlier, I could had done something," he asked.
"Because I didn't know if I wanted you to do this case or to even let you know what had happened to my dad. I knew that if I ever did tell you that you would want to help, because you are my best friend, you're ev…" he trailed off.
Sherlock stared gathering all the visual cues while waiting for John to continue. When he didn't he nodded in understanding. , "All right," he replied , "You mean the same to me John."
John smiled as the kettle boiled and he was about to pour the tea as Sherlock phone began to buzz as a text came through. Both of them shared a look of trepidation and then looked at the phone. They knew what it was about; they had been dreading it since the moment they realised that there was around two weeks before each kill.
"I hate this, I really hate this," John hissed as he moved away from the kettle.
"I know John," Sherlock wanting to reach out and soothe away the anger that the older man was feeling.
"This should be done by now, it should have been solved by now," John ranted on.
Sherlock flinched at the words even though he knew that John didn't mean for them to imply his failings at being a step behind the killer's movements, "Sorry," he said, feeling guilt gnawing at him since he was so heavily involved in this investigations yet his deductions, no matter how clever they seemed, had completely missed the connections.
John turned to look at him mid rant of how it must've sounded to the consulting detective, "Oh god, Sherlock," he went over to him and wrapped his arms around him, "I'm sorry, I just meant that I hate knowing that he is out there and we won't be able to find anything out until he makes a mistake," he explained as he rest his head on Sherlock's shoulder once again.
Sherlock wrapped his own arms around him as he said softly, "I know, I do know, it's just…" he trailed off trying to think of what he could say, "I want to resolve this as well, I know that this case is really getting to you, it is hurting you knowing that there are going to be others out there that are going to be in the same position you were in twenty years ago."
John nodded, "It does hurt, I have to admit, but I just want this to be done so there would be no more."
Sherlock nodded his head to him and gave a reassuring smile, "I will do what I can to make sure that we solve this case."
"I know you will, never doubted you, just doubt that we will get what we need in time before another victim."
"Then let me get this?" Sherlock answered awkwardly pointing at the phone.
"Oh right, yes, yes you better answer the text now. Greg will be trying to call us soon if you don't answer. Well, calling me," he grinned, trying to lighten the mood a little, he knew that it was going to be hard going there and seeing the past in front of him again.
Sherlock nodded his head and grabbed his phone, he read the text and sent one back. Didn't take long for one to come back giving him the address of the latest crime scene.
"Shall we go?" John asked..
Sherlock nodded his head, "Yes, and if at any point you need to get out, you do so. I know that this is really getting to you and if you want to leave this one out, I wouldn't blame you."
John shook his head, "No, I won't do that, we are doing this together, even though I don't think I am helping at all with this."
"You do, without even knowing it I think more about the case since I know that you are working with me and you do help in other ways," he protested.
John gave a little sigh, "if you say so," he told him.
They walked out of the flat, grabbing their coats as they walked past them.
"Are you going out?" Mrs Hudson asked as she saw them, she had even cleaning.
"Yes Mrs Hudson, we have another crime to go and see to," Sherlock told her, there was none of the usual excitement in his voice as he looked at her.
She looked over at John and smiled sadly, "Oh dear," she went over to him and pulled her into a hug, "If you need to just come back here, it would be fine and we shall have a nice cup of tea," she told him.
John smiled at her, though he was feeling a little out of sorts, since he was being told to go if he needed it. It made him feel a little useless as well, "I'll be fine Mrs Hudson," he reassured her.
She smiled as she let him go, "if you say so dear, now go and find this killer, he needs to be caught," she said as she carried on with her cleaning.
John and Sherlock smiled and then left the house. Sherlock quickly called a taxi and smiled as one quickly pulled up.
"All right," he nodded slightly as he went quiet as he watched the streets going past.
Sherlock watched him, he couldn't help but worry about him. This was hard on the older man, in more ways than one. He had hoped to be able to get John to stay behind, but he knew that the other wouldn't do that. He was too determined to try and help solve this case since he wanted to put some closure to those that were now like him. Sherlock gave a little sigh as they began to near the crime scene. He didn't want to get there just yet. He wanted to wait a little longer, let John settled himself a little so that he would be able to do what he needed, especially since he had promised to let John actually do something this time.
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