John's P.O.V.

"Okay then, so leads. If we plan to get anywhere on this, we need a lead." Sherlock started.

"Your dealer is a good place to start. If we find where he got the cocaine, than we might be able to find some link to the terrorist cell." I suggested. "And if that doesn't work, well, then, I don't really know."

"We'll figure something out. But since that's all we have right now, we might as well head out."

He started to walk out, trench coat and all. When I didn't follow, he looked curiously at me. "Well? Are you coming?"

I shook my head. "No. I think I should just stay here. It'll be easier for you than having to help me around everywhere. And if you end up in one of your normal chase scenes, I wouldn't be able to follow." I reasoned.

"That may be true, but I wouldn't leave you behind. I'd be with you before anything else. Come on now. We don't have all day and I need a partner. It's not like I'm going to ask Anderson to come and work with me. That would be disastrous." he shook his head violently at the thought.

"Go on Sherlock," I told him. "I'll be right here when you get back. Just go get our lead. I'll come next time."

The detective's look of excitement disappeared, being replaced with a look of sadness. "If you insist."

I bit my lip as he walked out the door. Never before have I felt so guilty about refusing to go somewhere. I shrugged though and turned back to the case files. He would be fine. This was Sherlock Holmes we were talking about after all.

Sherlock's P.O.V.

I closed the door slowly behind me. I hated to say it, but I really had no desire to go investigate this lead without John. I don't know what got into him. So he couldn't walk. That didn't mean he was any less my friend. I don't see why something so small could effect a man who had saved my life numerous times.

I tried to feel what he was feeling, how ashamed I might be because of a silly wheelchair. He had tried to let in not show through, but he was thoroughly embarrassed by it and I had just chosen now to say anything, to try to be somewhat polite.

A sharp car horn brought me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw the tall building most of the dealers hung about in. Weird how I could get here without even thinking about it. I just knew where it was.

At that thought, anger rosed inside of me. My stupid drug habits had started this all. I was the reason for my best friend being stuck in a wheelchair. He should've just let me die. I didn't deserve to be saved. Suddenly I was angry at not just myself, but at what was in this building. I marched up the stairs, looking for Rico, the dealer I normally bought from.

"Ah Sherlock! Back for more so soon? I sold you quite a bit last time." the dealer snuck up behind me.

I laughed. "As if. No, I want to know where you got it from." I demanded.

"And what, please do tell, makes you think I'd give you that information? I'm sworn to not say a word."

I picked him up by his shirt. "Now listen and listen closely. If you value your poor miserable life you will tell me what I need to know, and you'll tell me now." I whispered into his ear. "So where did you get it from?"

"Hehe. I'll never tell. If die today nothing will go to waste. I'm a drug dealer, I have nothing." he snarked.

I looked at him carefully. "Nothing except a five year old son who'll be very disappointed if his father doesn't come home tonight."

His eyes grew wide. "How did you know about William? I never told you."

"No need to. The way you hold yourself does all the talking. Now tell me, or I will make sure your son suffers."

"Alright! I got from someone who said they wanted you dead before they launched the real attack because they knew you were the only one who could stop them. He never said his name just told me the group's name was Black Fear. Please. Just don't hurt William." the man splurged the information I wanted to me.

I dropped him on the ground, kicking the disgusting piece of filth away from me. I walked out of the stupid building, swearing never to return. Black Fear though. I knew I had heard of this group before. They left very few leads, no evidence, and was a very low profile cell. But even than I still had a valuable piece of information.

I knew where their main hot spot was.

John's P.O.V.

I jumped in surprise when Sherlock burst through my front door. He looked excited and I couldn't tell you why. At least he did get over the fact I hadn't came with him. Besides I'm pretty sure I didn't want to know what threat he made to get his dealer to talk. Probably something horrible.

"So what did you find out?" I questioned.

"What did I find out? Only the name of the group and their main hot spot! This case will be cracked in a jiffy! But we will need back up. I would be a fool to think the two of us could take on this cell alone! I'm going to call Lestrade." he picked up the phone, dialing a number.

"Yes, hello. Is this Detective Inspector Lestrade speaking. Good. This is Sherlock. Where am I? It doesn't matter just send all the backup you can get to the old underground prison where we once hit that first terrorist cell. Yes he's with me, why do you ask? Bloody hell he can't! If wants to he'll come and you and the entire British army can't stop him! We are a team Lestrade, we start as a team, we end as a team, we die as a team. If John Watson wants to achieve something, I like to see you try to stop him. See you in an hour." he hung up the phone and turned to me.

"Do you want to come along this time?" he asked, and I nearly missed the pleading note in his voice.

I looked down, knowing I was about to break his heart. "No. Go without me. I'll only be in the way."

"No you won't! You'll be excellent help! Besides, you're my partner, my teammate, my friend. I need you there."

"Sherlock, just think about it for a second. I will be in the way, you and I both know it. I'm sorry, but I just can't solve cases with you anymore."

The rejected look in his eyes made me want to cry. "I understand. I'm sorry."

He left quickly and quietly. A tear slid down my face and I know one slid down his.

Oh no! Is this the end of the team we all know and love? Find out when we return. I hope enjoyed and please review!

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