It was a dark and dreary day outside, it gloomy nature pervading even indoors, as it poured rain down on anyone so foolish as to be out doors. The gloom even dampened the atmosphere in the labs of Saint Bart's hospital. John and Sherlock were examining a body, or well Sherlock was. John found himself worrying for the best friend who hadn't spoken to him in several days, not all together a strange thing , but something told him all was not well. He found himself mindlessly handing Sherlock his tools trying not to fret to much about the ominous feeling.
" John, what's bothering you,"Sherlock asked. His vision never strayed from what he was doing but his voice conveyed his concern.
" I have an odd feeling that something is wrong. Annan hasn't called in the last few days, and I'm a tad bit worried about her," John answered.
" Hmm was everything alright with Annan the last time she called," asked Sherlock as he cut into the heart of the victim.
" As far as I know. She seemed happy and healthy, gushing about her six month anniversary with her current boyfriend. Maybe I should call her later," John sighed.
" tell her to come by the flat. I've not seen her in a while. She is infinitely more tolerable than most," Sherlock hummed. He noted that the cause of death was a deep but narrow puncture wound to the heart . John nodded unknowing of the events that would follow that call.
Across town in a park , not to far from Baker street , Annan Brimm stood in shock, staring at the busy road covered from the rain by a nearly empty copse of trees. It had happened quickly , she'd been so happy only moments ago. She'd been smiling in his car, thinking them to be going out for dinner. She'd been listening to his deep voice, as he informed her that he had something important to tell her. Then it blurred, one second she'd been questioning what he would tell her and the next she'd watched as his sleek black BMW drove away taking with it her happiness and her heart. Her eyes were still glued to the heavy traffic her heart in ashes and slowly drowning in her tears.
" Mycroft," She whispered, "Mycroft I'm sorry. Mycroft please, I don't know what I did but I'm sorry. Please don't leave me." She knew he could not hear her but the deafening silence, pregnant with finality, was crushing her abused heart just that last bit more. She cried softly , her face glistening with both the pouring rain and her hidden tears. She was lost to her sadness for a single moment and an eternity, her endless weeping halted only by a kind woman who asked if she was alright.
Startled she shook her head sadly and tried to smile.
" I'll be okay, just got some very bad news," she whispered and stumbled away from the kind lady. She wandered aimlessly down street after street until she came to the familiar door of her flat. She let her self in and barely had a chance to lock her door before she collapsed. Her head caught the edge of her entertainment center and she was knocked unconscious laying across her living room carpet, bleeding lightly. She was still out when her phone began to ring and with no one to answer it the calls went unheeded.