Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 162
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"Nothing is predestined: The obstacles of your past can become the gateways that lead to new beginnings."~Ralph Blum
Two Weeks Later
Present Day
Twenty minutes later and they rode along in the back of the Mercedes that Mycroft had sent to them in a comfortable silence. Sherlock was appreciative of the fact that he and John could be in the same space and did not necessarily have to speak to feel comfortable. John was looking out the window deep in thought. Sherlock noticed that he would glance at him occasionally, smile, then look back out the window. Sherlock pretended not to notice the strange look on his face. It was probably some sentimental emotions. Sherlock was careful to smile back patiently.
Sherlock text alert sounded.
He pulled at his phone while ignoring John's not so subtle glance.
He read.
Ping*You looked sexy in your dark blue suit.
He raised an eyebrow but did not put the phone away. He knew when she was in a playful mood, which meant…
Ping*You even had a real smile toward the end.
A small smile was on the corner of his mouth now.
Ping*You really should not hit John with your elbow during a news conference. I'm starting to like him.
Ping*John looked cute too. Tell him hi.
Sherlock thought for only a moment, then his fingers danced across the mobile phone screen.
Are you staying out of trouble Ms. Adler? *Send
He waited for a response as he glanced out the windows.
Ping* You know me Mr. Holmes. ;)
*Yes, Ms. Adler. *Send
Sherlock put his phone away.
"So, how's she doing?" John voice floated into his mind.
"Hum," Sherlock said as he turned his attention to John.
"Adler, how is she?"
"What makes you so sure that, that was Ms. Adler? I get many texts." Sherlock was curious.
"None of your other text makes you smile." John said confidently.
"I do not smile," Sherlock glared.
"Yeah, you do." John had a smug expression on his face now.
Sherlock was both quiet and slightly annoyed.
"Ok then, if I'm so wrong, tell me who was it?" John folded his arms and waited for an answer while staring at Sherlock.
Five minutes passed with John still staring, arms folded.
Sherlock sighed a surrender. He knew when John was in one of his I am determined to get an answer moods.
"She says to tell you hello." Sherlock said after clearing his throat.
John opened his mouth to say something else but Sherlock cut him off.
"Shut up John." Sherlock said slightly exasperated while looking at him. His eyes dared John to say anything else.
John opened then closed his mouth twice before deciding that maybe he had pushed Sherlock far enough for one day.
"Ok, ok Sherlock," John finally said. He half held up his hands in surrender then looked out the window with a satisfied smile.
Sherlock sighed again.
Sherlock glanced at John who was still looking out the window. He took out the letter the Katie's mother gave him to read. Sounds of the paper unfolding was heard in the small car. He quickly glanced at the letter and made several deductions. Sherlock treated the letter with the same seriousness that he would treat a letter at a crime scene.
Male writer.
Nice stationary.
Not his, probably Mrs. Greens.
Therefore, they're staying at the same address now, interesting.
This letter was written only once. No deception or manipulation intended then.
The writer paused several times, probably to gather his thoughts.
Not stress but waits to convey his feelings to the recipient of the letter.
That would be me.
He read now.
Mr. Holmes,
I could never begin to convey my gratitude for what you have done for us and on our behalf. I promise you three things this day Mr. Holmes. I promise to live each day without regret. I promise to leave those I love, with no doubt of that love. To live each day as if it was my last day on earth. Finally Mr. Holmes, as I have told your brother, I promise that if you should ever need my assistance for any reason whatsoever, you have it.
Sincerely,
Edward Green
Sherlock folded the letter and put it back in his jacket pocket. He regularly received many promises, gifts, and offers from appreciative clients and people he has helped over the years.
"I promise to live each day without regret. I promise to leave those I love, with no doubt of that love."
Sherlock thought that it was a sentimental sort of a thing to say. What troubled him was that he was unsure of why ten minutes later, he was still thinking of that one sentence of the letter. He thoughtfully looked out the window of the moving car, as it disappeared into London's evening traffic.
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