John's P.O.V.
I tilted my head back a let out a giant yawn. I had been over these files around twenty times. None of it though made sense. Nothing made any sense at all.
Glancing at the clock, I groaned softly. Four A.M. I had to be to work in two hours and a half. Well I had to leave for work. I got up, stuffing the stupid case files in drawer. As an after thought I locked them in the small safe Mary and I had bought for our few valuables.
I made coffee and showered, something I had wanted to do last night, before I was rudely interrupted. Dispite that, I was still extremely worried. It wasn't like Sherlock to just walk out on a case like he did. He had also called me Doctor Watson. Something he never did. Not even when we first met. I guess I had took it to far, especially by assuming he was going to just give up.
I got in my car and just sat there. I had to leave for work in ten minutes, but did I really want to go there? Dialing the number for the cloak in desk, I decided to make up an excuse just this'll once.
"East London Doctor's Office. How may I help you?"
"June, hi. This is John Watson. I'm not feeling very well today. I'm afraid I can't come in." I lied, adding a small cough or two to the end, which ended up turning into a full out coughing fit.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry. I'll be sure to tell Doctor Adiline so she can split up your patients. Get well soon!" her chippy voice came through the headset.
I coughed again. "I plan to. Well have a good day! Bye."
"Bye."
Disconnecting the call, I started the car, and slowly made my way to Sherlock's flat. I entered and smiled softly as I heard violin music. It was a tune I hadn't ever heard before, so I concluded he must've been composing. Mrs. Hudson came out and gave me hug, talking about how long it had been since she had last seen me. Telling me she would bring Sherlock and I some tea, I went upstairs and pushed the door open.
Sure enough, there he was, composing new music once more. I waited until he had finished the verse to speak.
"That was very nice. What are you going to call it?" I asked.
The detective didn't even flinch. "I'm not sure yet. I still have three verses to go."
"Sherlock, look I'm sorry about what I said. It's just..." I tried to apologize, but was quickly interrupted.
"No John. Don't even go there. We were stressed. I get it."
I shook my head. "I don't think you do. Sherlock, we need to talk. And not just about last night. Those case files made no sense. I read them twenty times over."
"Did you bring them with you?" he questioned.
"No, they're locked in the safe at my house."
Grabbing his trench coat and turning up the collar, he gave me a crazed smile. "Well then to your house we go. Mrs. Hudson! We won't need that tea after all!" he shouted down the stairs.
We both walked out of the flat and got a cab, forgetting I had a car my self. Personally though, I didn't mind. My smile broadened and I saw one break out on Sherlock's face.
The game was on.
Three Hours Later
"There's nothing here!" Sherlock shouted, slamming the files down on the table. "We've been through these a hundred times! How in the world did Mycroft expect us to solve a case with this information!?"
I flinched slightly at the yelling. I had never seem him so frustrated before. But then again, he had a solid point. There was nothing in these files. No names, no hot spots, no victims. We didn't even have the group's name. We only had one lead and that lead had already been crossed off as a dead end by Sherlock and Mycroft. There was no way to solve this.
"Ugh, stupid, stupid, stupid! Come on Sherlock! This is so simple Anderson could solve it! Think!" he yelled at himself.
He got up and started to pace, mumbling under his breath something about being an idiot. I placed my hand on his shoulder and he spun around, surprised.
"What?!" he spat.
"Calm down. We'll figure this out. Together. Like we always do. We haven't failed before and we won't fail this time. Let's sit down and look over it one more time."
He nodded. "You're right. Let's just try again," he sat down on the edge of the chair.
I noticed his hands were extremely shaky and how tired he seemed. His eyes were dull and he was very pale. When I tried to reach out to touch him, his flinched and smacked my hand away.
"Sherlock, are you okay?" I questioned. "I think you should go lay down, get some rest."
"That might be a good idea," he agreed without any arguing.
Now I knew something was up. Any other time Sherlock would've argued none stop with me. I pointed towards a room down the hall.
"You can use the spare room. Second door on your right. Do you need any help?"
"No I should be fine. Just keep working on the case. We have to solve this," he demanded.
The detective got up and walked in the room. I watched the door close behind him before returning to the case files. Not even ten minutes later I heard a crash.
"Sherlock? You okay in there?" I shouted.
When I got no response, I headed towards the room. When I opened the door, I gasped, shocked by what I saw.
"Oh god... Sherlock!"
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