Chapter 21

Sherlock Holmes has a Heart

Their lips parted, John's voice rang around the sound of police sirens and blood trickled from out of Page's chest. Sherlock stared down at the blood and held her tight. No...no...God no, he thought to himself, she can't die, she just can't, not after everything they'd been through, not now, not ever! Sherlock's eyes flew up at her, back down at the blood, and then back up into her eyes. Page forced a smiled and slowly coughed out a few words. "At least I proved...Sherlock...Holmes has a...a...heart." Her voice died away with one last smile and she was gone. Her limp, lifeless body collapsed in his arms and Sherlock cried. He cried and he cried. She'd gone, she'd died...Moriarty had won. Sherlock picked her up and cried, John leant against the wall and fell to his knees with a sigh and a tear.

"Tell Lestrade, I found his murderer, tell him I lost, and tell him the murderer got away. Tell him there's a dead body waiting." Sherlock looked over at John and he nodded picking up his mobile and dialling Lestarde quickly. Sherlock felt torn apart, torn apart from everything. "Tell him, and then we can go home."

Lestrade, Anderson, Donavan and the rest of the usual gang at Scotland Yard parked up and entered the crime scene where Sherlock and John were waiting. Sherlock shuffled towards them and handed them the body, he watched silently as she was placed into a black body bag. That would be the last he would ever see of her. John stood beside Sherlock and sighed.

"Are you alright?"

"Of course I'm alright." He whispered and hid his face. Sgt Donavan made her way over to John, her walkie-talkie in hand.

"Is the freak crying?" She asked.

"No, of course not- he's just a little shaken. That's all." John hastily said, he knew Sherlock wouldn't want them to know. Sherlock began talking to Lestrade and John waited for him to come back. Once he returned he pulled John along with him and they walked back down and through Trafalgar Square where a taxi was waiting to take them back to Baker Street. Sherlock turned and faced the square, Page on his mind. This was her special place. Sherlock grinned, wiped away a quick tear, and sat inside the taxi.

And that's the end-I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if you didn't like the ending.

Nell

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