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I walked through the streets of London, pissed off. How dare Sherlock assume I'll tell him anything, I was protecting him, that's why I left, I was protecting him!

My phone started to ring

'What' I said angrily into my phone. It was Lestrade, he quickly explained that Sherlock had been with the murdered and almost killed himself.

'Where is he?' I asked, all anger gone.

'Ok, I'll be there' I said hanging up, I called down the next Taxi and got in

'Roland-Kerr Further Collage please' I said to the driver. I sat in the car thinking, if I hadn't left, Sherlock wouldn't have gotten in the taxi, and surely he knew it was the taxi driver who was the murderer.

We soon stopped outside and it was covered with police officers and ambulances. I got out the taxi and paid the driver quickly. I walked over to taped off area, ignoring the protests from the police officer on guard I ducked underneath the tape and walked over to the ambulance that Sherlock and Lestrade were at.

'Sherlock!' I shouted and he stood up and gave me a quick hug, I kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly.

'You idiot' I muttered which caused him to laugh.

We walked over to John who was waiting outside the taped area.

'Sergeant Donovan's just been explaining the two pill thing, dreadful businesses isn't it?' He asked John who was looking at him knowingly

'Good shot' Sherlock said

'Yes, yes must have been through that window' John answered and I smiled knowing that he must have been the one that shot the murderer

'Well, you'd know, need to get the powder burns out of your fingers. I don't suppose you'd serve time for this but let's avoid the court case' Sherlock said

'Are you alright?' He asked and I looked up at him, he never asks if people are alright

'Yes, of course I'm alright' John answered

'Well you have just killed a man' Sherlock said quickly

'Yes, I . . .' and then paused and I smiled

'That's true, isn't it' John stated with a smile on his face

'But he wasn't a very nice man' John reasoned

'No, no he wasn't really, was he?" Sherlock replied

'Frankly, a bloody awful cabbie' I muttered and we all started laughing

'That's true he was a bad cabbie, you have seen the route he took us to get here' Sherlock said as we started to walk off laughing

' Stop! We can't giggles it's a crime scene, stop it' John said joking

'Well you're the one who shot him down' Sherlock reasoned

'Keep your voice down' John hushed

'Sorry, it's just um . . . nerves, I think' Sherlock told a random person we walked past.

'You were going to take that damn pill, weren't you?' John asked

'Of course I wasn't, biding my time, knew you'd turn up' Sherlock replied unconvincingly

'No you didn't I said softly

'That's how you get your kicks isn't it? You risk your life to prove your clever' John told him

'Why would I do that?" Sherlock asked

'Because you're an idiot' I said, Sherlock smiled

'Dinner?' He asked, changing the subject

'Starving' John answered

'End of Baker Street, there's a good Chinese shop, stays open til two. You can tell a good Chinese by the bottom third of the door handle' Sherlock stated

'Sherlock, that's him . . . the man I was telling you about' John said in a hurried voice as we walked over to man who just got out of a car.

'I know exactly who you're talking about' Sherlock said as we walked over. I smiled at him

'So . . . another case cracked by Sherlock and Tage, Welcome Back Tage' He said to me. I nodded to him

'What are you doing here?' Sherlock asked

'As ever, I'm concerned about you' He replied

'Yes, I've been hearing about your 'concern'' Sherlock replied

'Always so aggressive, did it never occur to you that you and I belong on the same side?' He replied

'Oddly enough . . . no' Sherlock retorted

'We have more in common than you like to believe, this petty feud between us is simply childish, people will suffer and you know how it upsets mummy' He replied and I rolled my eyes

'I upset her? Me? It wasn't me that upset her, Mycroft' Sherlock stated back bitterly

'Wait, Mummy? Who's Mummy?' John asked confused

'Mother, their Mother' I explained

'This is my brother, Mycroft, putting weight on again?' Sherlock retorted

'Losing it, in fact' Mycroft said back smiling

'He's your Brother?' John asked

'Of course he's my brother' Sherlock said back, his eyes never leaving Mycroft

'So he's not . . .' John started to say

'not what?' Sherlock asked confused

'I don't know, criminal mastermind' John replied dumbly

'Close enough' Sherlock replied

'For goodness sake, I occupy a minor position in the British government' Mycroft said

'He is the British Government when he's not too busy being the British secret service or the CIA on a freelance basis' I stated

'Good evening Mycroft, try not to start a war before I get home – you know what it does for the traffic' Sherlock said before he and I walked off

'So dim sim' I told Sherlock as John caught up to us.

'Mmm, I can always predict the fortune cookies' Sherlock said

'No you can't' I said earning a laugh from John

'Almost can' Sherlock corrected

'You did get shot though' Sherlock told John

'Sorry?' John asked confused

'in Afghanistan, there was an actual wound' Sherlock explained

'Oh yeah, the shoulder' John said

'Shoulder, I thought so' Sherlock said

'No you didn't' I said with a smile

'The Left one' Sherlock stated

'Lucky guess' John told him

'I never guess' Sherlock said sounding wise

'Yes you do' I said laughing silently again

'What are you so happy about?' John asked

'Moriarty' Sherlock replied, I paled, and hopefully Sherlock didn't notice

'What's Moriarty?" John asked

'I've absolutely no idea' Sherlock replied and I sighed in relief. Sherlock looked over at me but I pretended not to notice.

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