Chapter 1
Cassidy Holmes;
Age: 25
Status: Deceased
COD: Suicide
Sherlock slams closed the case file, it has been 6 years and he has yet to control his transport when it comes to her, his downfall.
He was always warned (Mycroft, the git) that love was a chemical defect found on the losing side, the side of the 'angels'.
She was no defect, she was nothing short of perfection, never less than enticing, nothing short of breathtaking, his muse, his whole purpose for life, even when she does not have one anymore. Mycroft would only say that to tease them, he adored Cassidy, everyone did.
Nobody who actually knows of his deceased wife dare mention her around him, everyone pretends she never happened. He hates that he can't talk about her to anyone, it just hurts too much. Thinking of all his life with her. Meeting at 5, officially dating at 13 and married at 18.
She was his everything, up until her startling suicide. He will never understand what happened, yes they fought like any couple but they were always happy. She always seemed happy, he knew she had depression issues but they were always open and honest with one another.
Well, he had thought they were.
Sherlock can remember the day vividly, waking up, morning shag, teasing each other over coffee and Lucky Charms, disgustingly adorable cuddling session on the couch until she had to go to class while he went to work at the lab to pass the dull hours of her absence, had he known it would be the last touch, last kiss, last look he would ever get of her he may have spent more time enjoying it.
He remembers the call, a doctor explaining the situation, saying he was sorry over and over and over until Sherlock snapped and wailed the phone at the wall as he broke down into sobs on the floor. Uncaring of the filth collecting on his clothes or the fact that his face was laying on a dirty floor of the morgue, Sherlock broke, losing everything he has ever known and cherished.
Mycroft dealt with all the arrangements, cremation, funeral and bringing his little brother back to his flat for a nice cup of tea and a sleep in a bed that did not bring up memories. Sherlock stayed with Mycroft until he could no longer put off going back to the flat.
"Sherlock! Hey! What are you thinking so hard about, Mate?! I asked if you wanted to go for lunch with Mary and me! We haven't seen you in ages!" John looked at him with a look of excitement and with worry creasing the corners of his eyes. Sherlock sighed dramatically and with a toss of the file onto the morgue countertop, he turns his focus to his enthusiastic best friend.
"I suppose I could eat."
"Great! Are you ready now? Mary and I are ready to go if you are." John is absolutely beaming now. Sherlock casts a glance at the file, he is pretty sure he is the only one left. The file lays on the counter top as Sherlock turns on his heel and glides out of the morgue with his trusty doctor trailing behind him nattering about the game from the previous night.
Molly runs through the corridor, she cannot believe she yet again forgot her keys in the drawer, where she had taken to hiding them from Sherlock, who on occasion decided he had the right to take her vehicle when he was too lazy or in too much of a rush to catch a cab.
As she rushes into the morgue she notices a file that had not been there when she had left, assuming it was the great genius she decided to refile it. When checking the name she was halted all movement in surprise at the name on the file, "Cassidy Holmes" As she opens the file just to take a quick glance, she didn't want to be too snoopy, her eyes slowly devour the whole file eyes widening the more she learns of the woman the mad bastard had never mentioned to anyone.
When finished, Molly stands in shock for a few minutes, gently sets the file back down, grabs her keys and rush out still reeling from learning of the man she adores wife.
John is finally done his shift, dozens of patients with the flu had left him drained and just ready for a nice cuppa and a snuggle with his wife, he waves to Sarah as he passed her office.
"Good evening Doctor Watson, done for the day are ya?" John turns to look at the drop dead gorgeous woman they had hired a few months ago.
"Yes Ma'am, thank Christ, if I had to see another patient today I may have fallen asleep on them!" John grinned at her as she laughed and wished him a nice evening
He turns and leaves with a "Goodnight Cass, don't work too hard" and with a wink he was gone missing the faltering of her smile and the dimming of her eyes as she prepares herself for the hell she is about to bring the poor man who has such a large heart and who works so hard for those who are in need, including a certain clueless consulting detective.
She sighs as she slowly starts to pack her things, not overly excited for what is awaiting her at her flat.