Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 36
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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An Hour Later
Mycroft had been in the flat for an hour and was finishing briefing John, Lestrade, and Sherlock.
Sherlock spoke with Mycroft; they were trying to narrow the possible terrorist sites for the next planned attack.
It would occur somewhere in London within two weeks according to Mycroft's analysis. Sherlock did not believe they had that much time.
Mycroft's people came in and out, including Anthea.
Mrs. Hudson had excused herself for the afternoon. She would be at her sisters for the weekend. She left precooked food for them to live off of in her fridge.
Mrs. Hudson did not trust the boy's refrigerator. Sherlock resumed some light experimentation, some days prior because he was bored.
With Sherlock confined to the flat all day, they conceded. It was experiments or bullets holes in the wall.
Everyone noticed that Sherlock looked worse as the evening proceeded. He looked increasingly pale and became quiet again. Sherlock did not do quiet anytime he had an opportunity to demonstrate his deductive powers.
It had been a long and particularly draining day. Sherlock had practically fallen asleep sitting in the chair. It was now late, an hour or two before sunset.
Everyone in the room was shocked when Sherlock moved from the chair to the sofa without being told.
He retired to the sofa intending to shut his eyes for just a moment. He was asleep the minute his head hit the sofa pillow.
Sleep claimed him, whether he was ready or not, and so did something else.