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The haze of midday cracked everyone, especially the even tempered John Watson. He snapped at the crime scene and brought Donovan to tears. Sherlock raised an eyebrow and made to query him when John rounded on Sherlock.
"I don't want to hear it," John said and left.
"I'll text you," Sherlock said absently.
"Yeah, you do that," Lestrade said. "Make sure he's okay."
Sherlock observed the manic pacing, the way he rubbed his left shoulder and the ever increasing limp.
"John," Sherlock said, "if I have any power at all, I will make sure that you never return there again."
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