It was only twenty minutes after Sherlock had gotten me out the handcuffs when John's rushed footsteps came up the stairs. Mrs. Hudson sat gently next to me as I held John's gun in my lap aimed at Neilson who was now awake and giving the lot of us a glare. Sherlock had Neilson's gun aimed at him with his other hand holding his cell to his ear. John watched in shocked, and took in all the things going on in the room at once.
"What's going on?" John asked then stopped, " Jeez what the hell is happening?"
" has been attacked by an American, I'm restoring balance to the universe." Sherlock responded in his monotone voice.
"Oh god what have they done?" John asked rushing over to the other side of Mrs. hudson as I stood up and walked to the other side of the table.
"I'm just being so silly" Mrs. Hudson cried out softly.
"Downstairs, take her downstairs and look after her." Sherlock commanded moving closer to Neilson.
I watched John ushered Mrs. Hudson out then quietly asked Sherlock, if he would explain this later.I watched John as he was reassure then smiled ever so slightly before he exited the room, I smirked at that expression.
Sherlock's voice broke the silence as he report the call, "Lestrade, we had a break in at Baker street, send your less irritating officers and an ambulance."
I smirked softly, as he grew quiet then spoke again, "Oh no no no, We're fine. No, it's the burglar, he has got himself rather badly injured."
I broke out into a small grin as Sherlock broke that cool wall Neilson had put up since Sherlock has got here, "A few fractured ribs, a cracked skull, suspected punctured lung,...he fell out of a window."
The scene upstairs became a mess when the cops arrived so I made my way down to Mrs. Hudson to check up on her. John had settled her down and was now making tea for her when I walked in. Sirens from the cops were heard out on the street and the footsteps were heard charging up to the flat where Sherlock remained. I watched John look me over before asking an obvious question.
"Where'd you learned to shoot a gun, Sam? and how'd you know where I hid mine?" His voice was filled with worry and clearly hoping for innocent answer.
"Last year… Tony taught me to make sure I'm safe and by the way it was pretty clear you kept it back there, I saw the tape." I grinned softly as the door opened behind John.
The group of us looked up at Sherlock, and I was the only one with the small grin spread across my lips. John sat down placing the cups of comfort on the table and looked at Sherlock with concern. I listened to the boys bicker at each other and then finally agree with grin and a small chuckle. I smiled and stood up as my phone ping a new message onto its lit screen, I looked down at the image and my stomach dropped at what it showed.
It was clearly from earlier in the day and I knew Jim had wired cameras in the house but in the bathroom of all places was gross. The image was of when I was outnumbered and was pointing John's gun at the two other Americans. The message underneath of it was just as nauseating as the camera in the bathroom.
'Oh Sammy-dear why don't you ever act this way toward me? I'm missing all the fun.~JM'
Before I could get physically sick, Sherlock's hand fell on my shoulder causing me to draw back from the screen of the phone and then drop it.
"Oh crap," I reached down to get it only to have Sherlock's pale hand snatch it before I could.
My eyes widen slightly as he tossed in the air and caught, then only glancing at it quickly before handing it off to me. I watched his eyes break me apart as I took the phone from his hand which I brushed gently. The space between was closer than ever before and John's cough broke the tension that rested between us.
"You two need a moment alone?" John asked with a weak smile.
"It's not like that." I cut in shoving my phone away and taking a step away from Sherlock,praying he hadn't seen the message.
"Clearly, John." Sherlock spoke up shooting a glare at john.
The silence between them last for a second or two before I took my turn and coughed breaking the tension.
"I'll be upstairs,I'm glad you are ok Mrs. Hudson." I spoke walking over and taking her hand and squeezing it gently.
"Thank you so much, dear." Her broken tired voice responded at me.
I gave her a sad grin then walked past Sherlock only to make eye connect with him as I passed. I frowned and charged upstairs into the slightly messed up flat, only to hear the two boys follow up after me a minute later. I sighed and went into the kitchen to look for the mail that would overcome today.I looked over at John as he took of his jacket and headed toward his room, I snap and quickly charged up after him.
" Wait John- I broke…" I stopped saying as john looked at the shattered pieces of glasses laid on the floor of the bathroom floor.
"You shot the light? Why?" John asked surprised running his hand toward his hair.
" it was the only way to not get shot…" I confessed sadly, " I'll clean it up ok?"
" Fine, and you have to tell me what happened later ok?"
" Deal" I grinned weakly start to clean up the mess in the bathroom.
After a while John and I made our way down into the kitchen discussed what had happened earlier with the Americans. when we got into the kitchen a pop of blue stood out on the table with the rest of the mail. I grabbed it quickly off of the table , and looked it over, the TARDIS blue color wasn't clear to miss and the silver writing spelled out my name.
" Sherlock, where'd this come from it wasn't here a minute ago." I asked looking over at the detective.
" A messenger dropped it off, he was a young man dressed like that Doctor who came here a few months ago." He replied not even looking over.
" How long ago?"
"Five minutes ago,"
I quickly darted down the stairs and outside into the cold empty streets, my eyes darted around the streets looking for him or the TARDIS. After a few minutes I gave up and head backed inside opening the letter slowly and knowing exactly what's in it.
John looked up as I walked back in the room and frowned, " What was that about? Everything ok?"
I read over the blue invitation slowly then nodded only frowning softly, " Yes but i have a trip to plan."
"A trip? Where are you going? When?"
"America, in April to meet an old friend." I spoke softly reading over the date of the death of the Doctor.
