Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters. They belong to BBC/ whoever else owns it. also do not own the idea I got from the show Merlin. I only own Krista, the cases (I make them up, if there's something like it out there I'm not copying I swear.) and other OCs.

SemiraBlake: Do you(and anyone else) think it would be OOC for SHERLOCK to actually say the words "I love you" to ANYONE?

BART'S LAB.

I ran into John on the way into the lab.

"Where were you?" He asked.

"Where were you?" I asked back. He looked torn on whether he should tell me something or not and apparently decided against it. We entered the lab where Sherlock was sitting alone on the floor with his back against the bench. He was bouncing a small rubber ball off the floor and cupboard in front of him and catching it before repeating the movement constantly.

"Got your message." He said. Sherlock caught the ball and held on to it.

"The computer code is key to this. If we find it, we can use it – beat Moriarty at his own game."

"What d'you mean, 'use it'?"

"He used it to create a false identity, so we can use it to break into the records and destroy Richard Brook."

"And bring back Jim Moriarty again." Sherlock stood up.

"Somewhere in 221B, somewhere – on the day of the verdict – he left it hidden." He turned and faced the bench, putting both hands on the work surface. John walked to stand beside him, unconsciously mimicking his stance.

"Uh-huh." John said. Both of them stared ahead of them, thinking. John pursed his lips, then looked at Sherlock. "What did he touch?"

"An apple. Nothing else." He briefly drummed his fingers on the bench.

"Did he write anything down?"

"No."

"Krista, he went to your flat afterwards, did he tell you anything?"

"No, why would he tell me his plan?" John hissed in a breath and looked away, racking his brains and again unconsciously mimicking his Sherlock by drumming his own fingers on the bench. After a moment, he turned and walked across the lab, blowing the breath out again. Sherlock lifted the fingers of his right hand, hesitated for a moment, then began to drum them again but now he was beating out a specific rhythm. He lifted his head as John sighed heavily, unaware of Sherlock's sharpened expression. Straightening up, Sherlock turned his back to John, took his phone out of his pocket and began to type a text message. Sending the message, he tucked his phone away into his jacket and then turned back towards the bench, his eyes full of thought.

Some hours later, dawn was breaking. Sherlock was still in the same place, although he was sitting down with his feet up on the bench. He was rapidly rolling the rubber ball from side to side across the bench, his fingers flickering rapidly over the top of the ball. John had sat on a stool at a nearby bench and had his head down on his folded arms, asleep. His phone rang. Lifting his head tiredly, he groaned and answered the phone.

"Yeah, speaking." He listened for a moment. "Er, what?" He said shocked. I looked up. "What happened? Is she okay?"

"What's wrong?" I asked as he got to his feet. He listened to the person on the other end of the phone

"Oh my God. Right, yes, I'm coming." He switched the phone off.

"What is it?" Sherlock asked.

"Paramedics. Mrs. Hudson – she's been shot."

"What? How?"

"Well, probably one of the killers you managed to attract" John said frantically. "Jesus. Jesus. She's dying, Sherlock. Let's go." He turned towards the door. I got up and went to follow him.

"You go. I'm busy." Sherlock said disinterestedly. John and I turned back to face him appalled.

"Busy?"

"Thinking. I need to think."

"You need to ...? Doesn't she mean anything to you? You once half killed a man because he laid a finger on her."

"She's my landlady." Sherlock said shrugging.

"She's dying –" John said furiously. He flailed a hand in front of himself in utter disbelief at Sherlock's attitude. "You machine." He looked down, shaking his head. "Sod this. Sod this." He headed towards the door. "You stay here if you want, on your own."

"Alone is what I have. Alone protects me."

"No. Friends protect people." John said opening the door and looking back at him angrily He stormed out of the room. I bit my lip and went over to Sherlock. I quickly lifted his head and kissed him. He inhaled sharply and kissed back. I pulled away slowly. He had his eyes closed. I quickly left after John.

221B

A taxi pulled up outside and John and I jumped out and hurried towards the door, John scrambled for his keys. As we hurried inside, the man with the stepladder was standing at the top of it just in front of the stairs and was drilling a hole into the wall. Mrs. Hudson was standing nearby watching him. As John and I ran towards her, she jolted startled, having not heard our approach over the sound of the drill.

"Oh, God, John, Krista! You made me jump!"

"But ..." John said staring at her in confusion. Everything suddenly was clear to me and I ran back outside and hailed a cab.

"St. Barts Hospital, quickly please!"

ST. BARTS

I quickly paid the cabbie and jumped out of the taxi. I looked up to the roof to see Sherlock and Jim. Sherlock pushing Jim against the edge. I quickly ran to the building and to the stairwell. I pushed myself to run all the way to the top. I burst through the doors and saw Jim holding Sherlock's hand. Suddenly Jim opened his mouth wide and reached for his gun.

No!

My mind screamed and suddenly everything froze. I let out a breath I'd been holding and ran up to the two of them. I quickly pulled the gun from Jim's hand and backed away. I backed away breathing heavily. Suddenly I noticed there was complete silence. I walked over to the edge of the roof and looked down to see everything had stopped.

I froze everything. I've only ever been able to freeze things in the limited area I'm in.

I walked back over to Jim and Sherlock and tried to calm my breathing. Suddenly my legs gave out from running up the stairs without stopping. The second my knees his the ground everything resumed. I stared down at the gun in my hands.

"Krista?" I looked up to see the two men looking confused. "How did you get here?" Jim asked.

"Well I took a cab, and then ran up all the stairs." I said still out of breath.

"Why are you here?" Sherlock asked.

"To stop you." I said looking at Sherlock. I looked to Jim. "Both of you."

"I'm sorry Krista. There are snipers ready to shot John, Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade. Even he can't call them off." Sherlock said.

"I don't have a sniper, do I?" I asked looking at Jim. He shook his head.

"Of course not. But they have to see Sherlock jump."

"No they don't." I said shaking my head, a smile growing on my face. They looked at me in confusion. "How would you two like to come to America?"

Okay I know the ending to this chapter is confusing but it will be explained in the next…and *Wipes away tear* Final Chapter

I didn't realize how short this was o-o next one out…SATURDAY O-O

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