4. Shocking Scotland Yard Part 2
Anderson walked out after her after looking to Lestrade to make sure he was alright to leave, not really caring to stand around with people who would mourn for a man who used them. Sherlock Holmes hadn't given a damn that the young woman Molly, who was unexplainably attached to the man, would be the one to see and tend to his corpse. Maybe he'd thought it'd be some great joke to do so. He certainly wouldn't put it past the sociopath.
He found Donavan leaning against Bart's outside wall. "Why are you so upset about this?"
"Don't you get it? I'm the one who bullied him, the one who without any solid evidence pointed the finger at him, and we know the newspapers are at least partially lying because they are trying to say that he isn't a genius. He may not have been a good person, but we know him to the extent that we know that that's not true," Donavan was wild eyed. Anderson sighed and handed her a tissue. She cleaned herself up quickly and took deep breaths. Anderson pursed his lips in an ugly sneer, but didn't say anything more.
They leaned against the wall together watching the news vultures making their reports from all around the hospital. Lestrade came out after a while with John. "The other officer's are checking the roof. John's coming with us to tell us what happened. Make sure the press stays back."
"Yes sir," Donavan rushed off to chase off as much press as she could. She was always good at this, and she didn't mind releasing some of that guilty self hate at them.
Anderson got booted to the back again because Donavan wasn't about to let him get anything right now. She'd gone from guilty to angry at everyone, and was running on that adrenaline. They drove in silence for a while before John spoke up, "he tricked me into leaving before he went to the roof, but I still can't understand why. It doesn't make sense."
"No, I wouldn't have thought he'd do that. But he has been self destructive before, so perhaps it wasn't as far off as we would have thought," Lestrade answered not wanting to leave John with an awkward silence, but wanting to keep the conversation from going too far. John seemed strong, but he couldn't be as put together as he appeared.
"He phoned me from the roof crying. I just think something isn't adding up."
"Him and emotion? Yeah right," Anderson mumbled and rolled his eyes. John whipped about and punched Anderson's head slamming it into the window.
"Shut up Anderson," John, Lestrade, and Donavan said at the same time. The car went silent a tense amusement hung in the air, but it seemed an inappropriate time to laugh. And then John snapped. The laughter that was coming out of him seemed choked after a minute and yet he didn't let tears fall.
Yeah, I am definitely on a roll. This is a continuation because a reviewer wanted a bit of Anderson abuse. Which you know is always funny. Once again, please let me know if there's any random thing you want go ahead and unload some little plot bunnies if you have too many. I'd love more bunnies!
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~ Rynn