As Sherock enters 221b Bakers street his mind is unusually muddled, Sherlock was so used to seeing things how they where but now as he stood lent up against the fireplace he didn't know what he was thinking, his brother at whome he had Freuded with since they where youngs boys, who at times he despised was laying fighting for his life and he cared, he cared so much that his eyes where filled with tears, tears of fear and pain, but why? who would do such a thing? the lost was endless Mycroft had so many enemies! !
As he stood in a world of his own John enters along with Mrs Hudson whome brought tea and of course biscuits to complement them, both blissfully unaware that both their lives where in dangers. 'Sherlock, Sherlock' says John softly Sherlock jumps with an expression of confusion on his face. 'so' says John 'Mycroft gets half blown to kingdom come, a strange letter or should I say strange pictures? as to wich you are yet to tell me who they are are found with his body! anything elles you care to share Sherlock?' just as he goes to speak Lastrard enters 'he mighnt not but I have' 'what' Sherlock speaks while twirling around to face him 'CCTV from the little laundret on the corner caught all the days action, a women seen in the area all day, coming and going untill around 9pm when she settles'!
John and Sherlock gather around the laptop watching as the petite young blonde haired women cause mayhem, when the CCTV shows a good enough view of her face Sherlock speaks in a hushed and alarmed voice 'stop, their, zoom in' his face ablaze he starts to shout 'no no no no it can't be no no no' he repaets over and over whizzing around the room his hands twirling through his hair 'how,why now?' John finally breaks his obviously hesitant thoughts 'Sherlock what's wrong, who is she?' Mrs hudson stands by the open window taking in the cool summers air seemingly oblivious to whats happening I beleive she had become a custom to Sherlocks strange behaviour now!
'Sherlock who is she?' John asks once more Sherlock stops and walks towards John, John tences up as his menacing face draws nearer 'its her, she said she would appear, she said she'd come' 'oh for heavens sake who?' john snaps slowly sitting down in his chair Sherlock places his hands on his knees and takes a deep breath!
'her name dear Watson is Jennifer Marie Magnussun' John almost chokes as he spits out his tea, his face pales 'did you just say Magnussun?' 'yes John I'm afraid I just did, Jennifer Marie Magnussun is the daughter of Charles Magnussun' John sits as his legs slowly slide from beneath him in horror, his mind flashes back to the night that Sherlock shot and Murdered Charles to protect his then pregnant wife Mary, to protect her from her past, the night that everything changed 'I can never recall him having children' stutters John 'you never mentioned a daughter, why?'
Sherlock looks over to where both Mrs Hudson and Lastrard are now standing, Lastrard is concentrating very hard and Mrs hudson is listening intently knowing it best to keep quiet and not interrupt as to not get a mouthfull of abuse from Sherlock when all of a sudden a sound from outside the window, a voice a low voice 'eenie, meenie, minie, mo witch one has to go' Mrs Hudson screams as she peers out of the window and looks straight into the piercing green eyes of Jennifer she raises her hands to reveal a picture of Mrs Hudson crossed out with word 'Bang' she turns and shouts 'goodbye Mrs Hudson'.
Sherlock runs out of the room leaving John, Lastrard and Mrs Hudson in pure panic, he jumps down the stairs missing almost every step, bursting through the front door he charges out into the road spinning around and around his coat flaring out as he does,'where are you' he says 'WHERE ARE YOU' he shouts out this time 'show yourself' as he comes to a hault he looks up through the window of 112b and his heart begins to race the room has filled with red spots and suddenly the sound of shots, gun shots.
Back inside 221b Baker Street John drops to the ground screaming as he does 'get down, get down, Mrs Hudson stands glued to the spot panic has taken over, her face drains, she stands cold and hard not able to move, Lastrard throws himself around her shielding her from dots that line her figger and pushes her down onto the ground, Sherlock slides into the room 'please no, no, please' he feels sick and dazed as he looks around the room he sees them all sprawled out on the floor, no sounds other than heavy scared filled breaths and the sound of Mrs Hudsons tears! 'he's not moving' Sherlock 'he's heavy Sherlock'.
Lastrard lays over Mrs Hudson John leaps into action everything slows down as John and Sherlock gentley turn Lasrrard onto his side, blood pools at his sides as they move him, Mrs Hudson screams once more and all is silent as John phones for an ambulance and locates the wounds!
'That bitch shot me, she bloody shot me' a voice murmers 'that bitch shot me, its quite painful you know' sudden relief sweeps through the room as both John and Sherlock let out a small laugh and sit him up 'wow talk about being hell bent on going all syco'.Sherlock looks around he room, bullet holes consume the walls he looks at his friends and the whole room begins to spin he is lost for the first time in so long he didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to help, he was helpless Sherlock Holmes was helpless!