Drabble #3...
Forgiven
He'd shouted at him, accused him, blamed him, called him inhuman, and, to top it all off, he'd left him there all alone in the midst of violent, dirty gangsters and scoundrels the entire day, unprotected.
After a long and much-needed slumber, he'd at last come to his senses; without a word to his wife as to where he was going, he dashed as fast as his wounded leg would carry him to the jail yard, only to find his friend had long since been gone.
He stood there alone in his half-empty room, mechanically packing away God knows what into random boxes, positively sick with worry and guilt, when out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a black, mildly curly disarray of hair peeking in through the doorway.
The nervousness overtaking relief, all he could think to say was, "I didn't know you were here," as he braced himself for an onslaught of justifiable curses.
When nothing escaped his friend's mouth but a quiet question and he proceeded his unsubtle endeavors to rather pathetically tempt him into joining him again, he knew he was forgiven.
I'm thinking of putting a Part 2, for Holmes' POV and Watson's forgiveness...All depends on the readers, I suppose...;)