Disclaimer: I do not own Holmes or Watson. *Cries in corner* But I hope you enjoy this.

After Holmes and I had the situation sorted out we went the morgue. Holmes listened to what the medical examiner had to say yet felt the need to look over the body and test results. But the M.E was right, Charles Wellman died from drug overdose. No one could make any sense of it but the inspectors had guessed - much to Holmes's annoyance - that Mr. Wellman must have made a mistake with his medication.

Holmes paced restlessly around Hayes's sitting room. He said there had to be a connection, it had to be murder.

"Why should a man who had been taking medication for years make a mistake now?" He said with a hint of anger.

"Holmes, it's not impossible," I said.

"But highly unlikely. It's murder, I'm sure of it!"

"Mr. Holmes is probably correct. Timothy monitored everything he took," Hayes said.

"Did anyone have any grudges against Wellman?" Holmes asked.

"Wellman was one of the nicest men you could have met. Everyone liked him and he didn't have much money so no one would have received anything from inheritance."

Holmes paced quicker and started biting on his fingernails. I was glad that his attitude was back and he was returning to his regular demeanor - it proved that he was much better; even though he was becoming annoying. For hours he didn't speak a word and when supper was ready he had almost told me he wouldn't eat. In return to my stern look, he showed me an innocent smile and said it was a "slip of the tongue."

Thankfully, Holmes did eat and sleep but didn't a stop thinking about the case for a moment. By the second day of the case he considered "sel" as the murderer, someone Wellman wanted to contact and an unfinished word. The afternoon of the second day I found Holmes smoking on the outside steps. I joined him but he didn't acknowledge my presence, instead he stayed lost in thought. 10 minutes and two cigarettes later, Holmes looked at me in eagerness.

"Watson, to your knowledge, is there any drug that starts with sel?" he asked.

"Of course, seldane, Hayes is the only doctor in town; he must have prescribed it to whoever killed Wellman."

"Exactly, Watson!" he exclaimed, hurrying off into Hayes's office where he was logging prescriptions.

"Hayes, it is of the utmost importance that we need to know if you have prescribed seldane to anyone in the past week," Holmes said.

"Yes, just last week, to Remington."

Holmes and I shared a glance before running out with Hayes following us.

"Whatever is the matter?" Hayes asked.

"Remington killed Wellman!" Holmes shouted.

Holmes pounded on Timothy's door and entered with a brief explanation to the boy.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes," he said standing only a few feet away.

"It was clever but tell me, what made you think of it?"

"Think of what?"

Holmes grabbed Remington by the front of his shirt. "Don't even start with me.

Why did you kill Wellman?"

"Do you believe me to be the one that murdered Wellman?"

"What's going on?" Timothy asked.

"Timothy, Remington was the one to kill your uncle," Hayes said and pulled the boy into his arms when he started crying.

"How could you?" he said in between sobs.

"I didn't! Your uncle was a brother to me!" Remington looked angrily at Holmes. "And get your hands off of me!" he cried, pushing him away roughly.

I took a step towards my friend, ready to protect him. But instead of becoming violent, Remington went over to Timothy – who had calmed down by now and was no longer in Hayes's arms.

"How could you have just killed him?" Timothy asked.

"I" Remington sighed and gave up. "I can't lie to you, Timothy. You're too young. You…must know that there was a reason – no matter how much his health was improving, he wouldn't have been alive much longer."

"I don't care! I still could have spent time with him. Can you arrest him, Mr. Holmes?"

"I'm afraid the police will have to do that," Holmes replied. "If you and Dr. Hayes can go fetch them, Watson and I will keep an eye on Remington."

When we were left alone Remington confessed his motives to us. They were childish at best.

"You killed him because he didn't allow you to marry his sister?" I asked.

"Doctor, I loved her, and if it weren't for Wellman I would have proposed to her before her husband. I would have taken care of her while she was ill. I wouldn't have left her in pregnancy!" he explained.

"It doesn't matter, you're going to prison all the same," Holmes said.

It was silent for a couple minutes with the two men glaring at each other. Finally, Remington looked away.

"Help yourself to some tea," he indicating to the tray of tea in front of us.

Holmes and I gave him a puzzled look which made Remington sigh in annoyance.

"Oh, and I should probably mention I didn't poison it," he added sarcastically. "I may have killed a man but I haven't lost my manners."

After the tea was finished Remington started talking again.

"You came at a good time, I was just thinking about killing Timothy. He had to know at some time, and I couldn't risk my secret getting out. I figured if I told him today I could kill him the next minute. I probably would have told him over a meal that I had poisoned."

"That's terrible! You were going to kill a child so he wouldn't tell anyone of your sick and twisted murder? He had trusted you to be caring and help him through this and you think it is fine to poison him!" I had said, ready to beat the man.

The sociopath smiled sinisterly and the rest of the time was spent in silence. Remington watched Holmes while Holmes watched Remington. I didn't know what either one of them were expecting until I saw Holmes start to nod off a few times. When I asked him if he was alright he said he was merely tired. It wasn't long after that when he started shaking, weakly he announced he need some air and went outside. Worried, I went out with him. He leaned against the house and closed his eyes.

"Holmes, you are not well," I said.

"I don't know what's come over me."

"It won't be much longer until the police come to take Remington into custody and you can sleep the rest of the day."

"Watson," he said quietly as his breath became labored. "I believe I'm suffering from seldane overdose."

Holmes collapsed ungracefully to the ground. I checked his pulse but there was none. My diagnosis was drug-induced cardiac arrest.

To be continued…

A/N: Oooh…cliffhanger! Don't worry, everything will be explained in the next chapter! And if anyone remembers that this was based off of a dream then it was the part where Holmes falls into cardiac arrest. I don't know why I dreamed about that.