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Chapter One

Holmes walked briskly down the street. He had to beat watson to his house but he had to make a pit stop first. He stepped around a corner and flattened into the shadows as he covered his face with his hat as a group of men walked past and went into the building nearby. Holmes saw the scaffolding and started to climb. He huffed and started to climb using just his good arm and cradling his injured one. He made it to the dark roof and started across. He made it to a sunlight and ducked down next to it to gaze into a small crack.

He lay flat and listened to the men below him talk when suddenly he was grabbed from behind and lifted into the air and tossed through the skylight. He felt the glass rip through his arms and face as he fell and landed so hard that all the breath was knocked out of him. He rolled over and stared around at the faces and assessed thier sizes.

"Well, Gentlemen if you take turns in an orderly fassion then there will be enough for all." He said to buy some time. Everything seemed to play out in his fast mind.

Large one will hit above his head as he sits up. The other one will hit his abdomin small price to pay to get ahold of him and use him as a shield as the third hits him in the back. Flip him off into the forth. The large one has a gun. Will probably take it out at this point.

Suddenly Holmes vision faded then returned then blurred. Not good. He shook his head then the first move was made. He immediatly took control of the fight. The largest man slammed his fist into the table where Holmes head had been. As Holmes sat up he headbutted the smallest gentlemen and pulled him up on top of him.

The third man hit the second man in the kidney trying to hit Holmes. This gave him time to toss the second man into the fourth and roll off and under the table. the table was liften up and Holmes looked up into a barrell of a gun.

"Holmes? Detective Holmes?" He turned and saw a young officer, the same that arrested him last month for the bar brawl he had been in. Holmes winced as he used his bad arm to stand.

"Yes." Holmes sat on the table.

"What are you doing on the roof?"

"Wrong roof." Holmes grunted. He took a moment to calm his breathing.

Watson stood in the office and looked around. for Holmes it was quite clean. He could tell that holmes was not resting. At least he was doing somthing other than working a case. He heard the door downstairs open and mumbling between Mrs. Hudson and Holmes. He grinned and listened as Holmes climbed the stairs. When the door opened he gasped.

"I may have overextended myself." Holmes smirked. He was holding his injured arm up to his his shoulder as he leaned on the doorway.

"Holmes." Watson sighed. Holmes walked slowly to a nearby chair and allowed Watson to look him over," You are compleatly covered in blood and glass. What happened?"

"They let a bull go in the wineglass shop." He smiled.

"Holmes. I am so tired of this. I told you, no cases." Watson pulled roughly on the dressing as he wrapped Holmes' arm.

"I was just listening. They are the ones that got violent."

"Holmes, do you remember the day we found out that you were ok?"

"Yes. Vividly." Holmes rubbed his eyes.

" You forced Mrs. Hudson to keep it quiet that you were back. After I got the package she finally called me."

"I told her to wait."

"Why? I could have helped you recover... Well, when we came over do you remember what happened?" he asked quietly.

"Your wife." Holmes looked out the window.

"She shoved past me, almost knocked me over." Watson smiled.

"She slapped me." Holmes shouted.

"You deserved it. Then she hugged you. I used to think that you were only ever hurting you but you aren't."

"Don't lecture me." He sighed as he pulled his arm away.

"We can not stand to lose you again. Any of us. I won't let you kill yourself over whatever it is that makes you want to do this so bad. Mary and I have disscussed it." Watson stood and took off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

"Disscussed What?"

"We are momentarily moving in. I will watch you twenty four seven. I will stay in here or wherever you go to keep an eye on you. Mary will be in the room next door in case you slip past me. I had new locks installed on all your windows and doors so you have no key to get out. Of course the same locks are in place so no one can get in. I really don't think you will be going anywhere."

"you can not do that!"

"Mary is on her way. You won't even know we are here. One month and you're free of us."

"Do you know how much I dislike you right now?" Holmes stated. He stood up and started to rip off the bandages from his hands.

"Don't do that." Watson said, sitting down and pulling out his newspaper.

"I need my hands to work. I can't work if I have these blasted things on."

Watson sat in the chair stareing in the dark at Holmes. Holmes lay sprawled on the table. He had been throwing darts at a dart board hanging on the cieling. he had slowly gotten worse and worse at it until he had fallen asleep. Why he was laying on the table doing this, Watson didn't know. He rested his chin on his fist and tried to stop from dozeing. he felt his eyes grow heavy. He grabbed the candle and put in on the table to his right and stretched across the couch.

Watson ducked behind a pillar to dodge the snipers shots. He pulled his legs close to his chest and made himself as small as he could then music rang over the intercom. He shrank even more when another shot skimmed past him. The music grew quieter and he heard the worst sound in his life. Holmes screamed in pain and seemed to be begging for something. Watson tried to focas but his heart seemed to be ripping from his chest. He barely knew what he was doing as he moved over to the next closest cover. He smiled at the thing he was sitting on and started to move the cannon.

The screaming stopped suddenly and he prayed Holmes was still alive as he took out the tower. He ran as fast as he could, his surroundings a blur as he searched for the genious. When he found him lying in a bloody heap under some bricks he thought,'I've killed my best friend.' Then he started to dig. holmes rolled over and coughed.

Holmes woke up and looked around. Why was it so bright? He saw all the curtains were open. then he saw the sleeping mass on his couch. watson lay with his hat over his face but was starting to stir.

"So Watson, I hope you slept well, cause we have work to do." Holmes said cheerily.

"Good Morning, Holmes." Watson sighed.

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