Chapter 8
John and Sherlock managed to get themselves back up on their feet; their relationship was somewhat normal again. Although, both John and Sherlock had trust issues but they were fighting through it.
Especially John, who took things a step further. He began showing more signs of affection and he wouldn't go anywhere without Sherlock at his side. John couldn't trust himself.
Sherlock had received another case from Lestrade not too long ago, the first interesting case of the week.
"I've got a case." Sherlock announced gleefully.
"About?" John queried.
"Three murders; all female around the same age with their hearts removed." Sherlock smiled.
John cringed. "Removed?"
"Yes, removed, taken out, no longer there, whatever synonym you'd like to use. Finally, something interesting!" Sherlock declared, shrugging on his coat and tying up his scarf. "Aren't you coming?"
"Of course." John said, grabbing his coat.
They both left the flat. The crime scene was no more than one thousand meters away from their home so they decided to walk instead of wasting money on a taxi.
"Cheater!" Someone shouted from across the street, immediately grasping both John and Sherlock's attention.
"Ignore him." Sherlock stated, continuing to walk in the appropriate direction.
John swallowed, the single word stabbing at his mind a hundred times. He could never be able to forgive himself.
"Unfaithful!" A woman yelled from out of her car, speeding off in the opposite direction.
John licked his lips. "How do they know?" He queried.
"I'm not sure." Sherlock replied, masking his feel of uneasiness.
"Someone's telling people what happened. Did you say something? We can't have people knowing this sort of thing." John inquired, his tone strict.
Sherlock frowned. "Of course not. But I may know who did."
After visiting the crime scene, John decided to go back to the flat and tidy up, as it had been neglected due to emotional distraught. Sherlock decided to visit his brother, Mycroft.
Sherlock let himself into the building, storming his way up to his brother's office, barging in on Mycroft. Who was taking a phone call, and a personal one, at the sound of it.
"Did you do it?" Sherlock wasted no time asking questions.
Mycroft frowned at his brother. He covered his hand over the speaker of the phone. "I'm busy, Sherlock."
Sherlock marched over to the side of Mycroft's desk, rudely taking the phone from his hands and hanging up on the caller. Mycroft's eyes widened and his mouth was gaping.
"Sherlock!" Mycroft wailed.
"I said," Sherlock pressed. "did you do it?"
Mycroft sat back in his leather chair and clasped his hands together.
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Mycroft replied.
Sherlock sighed irritably. "Did you tell people about my relationship problems?"
Mycroft was taken aback and shook his head. "I wouldn't dare tell anyone."
Sherlock relaxed, believing his older brother entirely. There was no sign of bluffing in Mycroft's acts.
"Someone did. We were on our way to a scene and we were insulted. All insults aimed at John, precisely." Sherlock explained, licking his lips.
Mycroft shook his head again. "Sorry, little brother. But I have absolutely no idea how anybody could possibly know about your relationship problems. Unless..."
Sherlock's brain went into overdrive, Mycroft's unfinished sentence floating around in his mind, unlocking doors in his mind palace and releasing missed information.
"Jen." Sherlock breathed.
Mycroft smirked. "Smart boy."