Nothing is mine.
Sherlock was prepared. John raced to the flat hearing the news about Mrs. Hudson. It pained him knowing that John thought him uncaring. But he needed to see the game to the end.
Moriarty would never let them be.
Sherlock took a deep breath, stood up, straightening his suit and picking off lint from his shoulders. He dusted his coat and wound the scarf around his neck.
Molly entered the lab and helped Sherlock ready himself. She didn't speak and neither did he. They had said all what they needed to say...almost.
"Take care of John."
"Yes."
"Thank you."
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