Day Fifteen
Lestrade called me in on a case today. There was a murder that he thought I could help with, considering I was very familiar with Sherlock's methods. I'm afraid I wasn't much help. I'm just not the man Sherlock was. I'm not as clever, not as observant, and not as brave.
Just at the moment, that is all my mind can come up with apart from one thing. Thank you, thank you so much, Molly Hooper for your note at work. That, along with what came with it was… I can't describe what you gave me by doing what you did.
So here it is, Sherlock did not commit suicide, he was murdered. I know why he jumped. Before he died he asked Molly to do one thing for him, he asked her to place the camera he had found in our apartment on the roof and to make sure it was recording when he reached the roof to talk with Moriarty. I've seen the footage. I plan on releasing it to the press to clear the name of my best friend, but I want you to hear it here first. He jumped to save the lives of myself, Detective Inspector Lestrade, and our landlady and dear friend Mrs. Hudson. Moriarty had snipers trained on us all, and the only way Sherlock could stop them was by jumping off of the roof to his death in the view of the snipers. Moriarty shot himself so that Sherlock couldn't make him call off his snipers.
Sherlock called me before he jumped to tell me that he was a fake. I think I understand, it is far easier to hate than to grieve. If it had worked, I would feel betrayed, but not grief. It didn't work. Sherlock Holmes is the best man I will ever meet. He never told me a lie. He died in the most honorable way a man can, in the place of his friends.
And I will always miss him.
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God, I had no idea. I swear John I didn't know. He was a damn good man and I will never forget that I owe him my life. I'll take the footage to the press, I may be able to convince them a little easier. –Lestrade
You're welcome – Molly
My boys. – Mrs. Hudson
The game never ends.
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John was smiling and crying. This was the best thing he could hope for. He only regretted that he could never tell Sherlock that he really was a hero. He wished he could tell him to his face that he was the greatest man in the world.
He looked at the screen and let his emotions surface. A tear fell.
"So close. Soon, I promise."