John Watson was shocked, no completely and utterly baffled but more than anything he was pissed royally pissed. It only took him a second to really figure out in his mind what was going on and in that second he was charging across the table and strangling who he used to say was his best mate. Now he wanted nothing more than to actually kill Sherlock Bloody Holmes.

"John!" Hank exclaimed as he rushed over and pulled the man off of Sherlock.

John struggled against the orderly to the point that other orderlies had to come in and help hold him. "You're going to pay for this…fucking pay!" he yelled at Sherlock who was being taken care of by one of the nurses. John hoped he had crushed something because he was pissed and even though he normally came off meek and mild you really do not want to mess with John Watson when he was pissed.

"John calm down or we're going to have to put you into a seclusion room." Hank said gently even though he was struggling with the irate man.

"Lemmie at him." John continued to scream. "He should be dead!"

The rest of the patients on the ward were looking on in disbelief. Normally everybody on ward 3 was calm and chill, well except for when Sherlock got in a mood.

"I am not sure I like him." Jennifer said to Charles and Tasha. She of course would have included Sherlock but he was still getting medical attention.

"Fuck YOU Sherlock Homes!" John continued his rant and sadly the orderlies began walking him in the direction of the seclusion room due to his aggressive and disruptive behaviors.

Before John really understood what was going on he was being walked into a room and then a door was closed and locked. He understood quickly from his days in medical school. "I have just been secluded…" he said to himself and of course this just added to his fowl mood. "You guys are all a bunch of dick heads! He screamed to the orderlies he figured were still on the other side of the door.

Over the next ten minutes or so he screamed, kicked the wall and royally cursed out Sherlock and anything he could think of to with Sherlock. Finally by the time ten minutes rolled around though he was tired, wore out even and it was only 9am. Sighing he walked to the door and peaked out the window there. He found out that Hank and another man was on the other side leaning against the wall as if waiting for him. "I…I'm done now." He said meaning done throwing the fit he was now quite embarrassed about. He wouldn't be surprised if nobody on the ward would ever talk to him again.

"Ten more minutes John then we'll talk." Hank told him.

John scrunched up his face in confusion. "What's in ten minutes?"

"Just protocol."

"Right." John said as he sat on the floor against the wall and waited…and waited…and waited and then finally the door opened and Hank and the stranger walked in. He didn't tell him to get up so he stayed put.

"You really outdid yourself this morning." Hank said as he sank to the floor next to John. "Care to explain?"

John was flabbergasted didn't they understand what was going on and who in the world was the middle aged man with Hank and why hadn't the introduced him? Sighing he slightly glared at the other man…for reasons he was unsure of. "Who is HE?"

The man smiled, "I am Doctor Hillard, I will be your psychiatrist while you are here at New Haven. I am sorry we are not meeting under better terms though." He said looking around the small vacant room. "But I am here now anyway so we are going to have a little chat."

"I'm not sure I want to talk with you." John answered honestly and looked at Hank. "Can I talk with Hank?"

"Hank can be in the room, but you and I will need to be the ones talking. See it's protocol after a patient has been placed in the seclusion room for me to talk to them. Also, we're due for that chat this morning anyway. BUT let's see if we can get protocol out of the way and then moved to another space that is much more inviting." Doctor Hillard said smiling.

John sighed, "Fine."

"So first off care to explain why you almost strangled another patient and then threw a hissy fit with my orderlies?"

John snorted in laughter, "Is 'hissy fit' a technical term, doctor?"

"John you are not answering my question. What happened at breakfast to bring on this behavior?"

"Sherlock bloody Holmes." John spot and felt himself getting worked up again. "The blood Git is supposed to be fucking dead."

"Dead you say?" Doctor Hillard questioned with a raised eyebrow.

John stood up and began pacing the room, "Yes dead as in as a door nail. I saw him jump, I saw him fall and I saw his lifeless, bleeding body. Oh and I was at his funeral. Doctor Hillard Sherlock Holmes was my best mate in the world before he left me. It is the depression that caused that has me here now. You can imagine sir, that I would be rather pissy that he appears to be alive and kicking just hiding out in a mental institution."

"John I understand you are upset that it appears your friend misled you, but let me also tell you that Sherlock has been with us for 6 months now and is a very ill man."

"What was he doing for the other 6 months and why didn't he tell me he was back from the dead?" John exclaimed even though he knew it sounded ridiculous.

"Maybe you could ask him rather than try and injure him." Doctor Hillard stated with a raised eyebrow, a slight smile on his face.

John snorted, "I am NOT talking to my should be dead best mate." As he said it this time he did realize how ridiculous he sounded and sighed. "I won't talk with Sherlock." He thought of something. "I doubt he will talk to me."

"Well you are going to have a hard time ignoring each other if you live together." Doctor Hillard pointed out and watched John make a face. "Neither you nor Sherlock are going anywhere any time soon so you'll have to talk."

Meanwhile Sherlock was pacing the bedroom hallway and every once and a while glancing in the direction of the seclusion room that John had just entered a few minutes before. He couldn't believe it John Watson was a patient at New Haven, the hospital Sherlock himself had been staying in since he returned from Serbia (Yes I know in Cannon Sherlock didn't come home until 2 years after the fall). He had told Mycroft to tell John he was back and he was okay but that must have never happened. Also he was anything but okay…so everybody tells him.

"Sherlock you need to calm down too or you're going to get yourself all worked up." Maggie another orderly said trying to get Sherlock to calm.

"Why is he here, Maggie?" Sherlock asked looking at the orderly with questioning blue eyes. "Why is John in a mental hospital?" he had a good feeling John would be wondering the same thing about him.

"Why don't you talk to HIM about that?"

"Because he is in bloody seclusion." Sherlock exclaimed as he started pacing again.

"Sherlock have you had your pills yet this morning?" Maggie asked gently knowing this was a sensitive subject for the pacing individual.

Sherlock stopped for a second to glare at Maggie. "It is only 9am I do not get my pills until closer to 10am."

"Right." Maggie said trying not to smile. Of course she knew the ward's favorite and most challenging patients schedule by now. "Well may I suggest getting them earlier so you can talk to John when he returns to the floor?"

"No…thank you." The creature of habit stated as he ran a hand through is unruly black curls. "But seriously why is Doctor John Watson seeking inpatient psychiatric treatment."

"I tried to kill myself."

Sherlock turned to find John standing behind him with Doctor Hillard at his side and Hank standing by just in case things went crazy again. "Why would you do a bloody thing like that?"

"My best mate killed himself." John said his hands clenched at his side, obvious he was far from calm. He had rehearsed a million times what he would say or do if he ever got the opportunity to speak to Sherlock again and now he was finding it impossible to say anything of the things or do any of the things he had planned. He hadn't expected to be so angry and definitely hadn't counted on the setting. Thinking of that had him realize something. He still didn't know why Sherlock was there. "Why are you here?"

"On this Planet? In London?"

Yes he was as frustrating as every but there was something else there that wasn't the same. "Why are you here at the hospital…but those other questions are good too."

Sherlock spent a good twenty minutes explaining how he had faked his own death so he could chase after Moriarty's gang. There were quick mentions of masks, dead bodies and hypnosis. Then talk of travels around the world searching out Moriarty's turned into talk of abuse and hospital stays.

"Hold on you were in the hospital in Serbia?" John stopped his fast talking…friend.

"Yes." Sherlock said. "Awful experience thank God for Mycroft." He made a face at that. "Please don't tell him that I said that."

"Won't."

Maggie stood back with Doctor Hillard. They were all pleased with how things were going, but were all ready for that to change since things seemed to do that around the hospital.

"So Mycroft was in on it?" John said in disbelief. Sure, he wasn't friendly with the politician but he figured he would at least say something if Sherlock wasn't really dead!

Sherlock nodded his head, "And Molly and a couple of select members of my homeless friends."

"Bloody hell Sherlock!" John exclaimed and quickly lowered his voice when he noticed the orderlies seem to shift into action. "You've been alive all this time and now you are in a mental hospital…seriously in a hospital or is this a case or something?"

Sherlock sighed, "Seriously here."

"Reason?"

"You want my diagnosis?"

"Would be nice."

Sherlock glanced at the orderlies and Doctor Hillard before back at John. "BPD & ASD."

John rolled his eyes, "Sherlock I haven't studied psychiatry in years, try that in real words."

Without exactly thinking Maggie spoke up. "Bipolar Disorder and Autism Spectrum Disorder."

"I see." John said as he took in the information. He understood completely the Autism diagnosis but was a big surprised at the Bipolar but then again the more he thought about it the more he had seen the signs and symptoms of that one for years too.

"Would you boys like to go finish your breakfasts so you can join morning meeting in a few minutes?" The nurse who had looked after Sherlock questioned as she walked into the area. "We can heat up your cereal in the microwave."

"Not hungry." Both Sherlock and John said at the same time actually causing them to both smile.

The nurse sighed she really hoped John didn't turn out to be another one she had to throw food down his throat.

Hank cleared his throat, "She's right though guys we have morning meeting in a few minutes so if you want to head to the art room that would be good."

"It smells." Sherlock said standing firmly in his spot by the bedrooms.

"Smells?" Hank questioned.

Sherlock nodded, "Yes and John doesn't like strong smells."

Hank looked at John, "It just smells like paint, are you okay with that?"

"Oh believe me I have had worse smells going through my home when living with this Git so I can handle some paint smells."

"I cannot." Sherlock spoke up. "It is awful."

Hank sighed in exasperation. "Sherlock you have been in the art room twice, maybe three times a day for the past 6 months."

"I never said I wasn't going or anything." Sherlock said eyeing Hank funny.

"Could have fooled me."

John was finding this conversation rather humorous but figured he would butt in. "Um guys don't we have a meeting?" he looked to Sherlock. "And YOU my dear friend are going to show me around today."

Sherlock stopped in his tracks and looked at John, "But Charlie does that…I don't do that."

"Sherlock I am sure Charlie won't mind." Maggie said gently.

Getting flustered Sherlock ran a hand through his hair. "O…okay."

This was weird for John to see…really see. It had been there all those years but now he was just really seeing it. Sherlock wasn't on a case or holding up in a hospital for the fun of it he was actually sick.