Chapter 8: Don't go
Notes:
Oh my god... I'm a horrible person.
ps. this chapter is also un-betad
Lestrades' car was driving through London.
John looked outside the window, his thoughts were far away. He was going back to Sherlock.
"John?"
He looked up and saw that Lestrade gave him a little smile.
"Remember, you say nothing to Sherlock. Every word you say about his secret can kill him."
John nodded. "I remember, I have to find out."
Lestrade's phone rang, he reached in his left trouser pocket and handled the phone to John.
"John, can you answer it, I'm driving."
John took the phone and looked at the little screen, Donovan was calling. "Hello, this is John Watson, Lestrade is driving."
"John?" She said with a worried voice. "Can you tell Lesrade to come to Tate Modern, it's urgent… We've found another body. John, tell him to drop you off at Baker Street. We don't want you bragging around." Worried, yeah right, she just wanted to get rid of him. "Ok, fine" he replied.
"Ok, goodbye John."
With an annoyed look he gave the phone to Lestrade. "It was Donovan, they have found another body. We'll have to go to Tate Modern."
Lestrade gave a little nod. "Ok, text Sherlock to meet us there."
John smiled, knowing that Sherlock wouldn't be bored.
They arrived fifteen minutes later, the New Scotland Yard had already closed the place down.
John followed Lestrade inside, he wanted to follow Lestrade, but Donovan stopped him.
"John, what are you doing here? I told you to go home."
She looked concerned… what was weird.
John cleared his throat. "Lestrade gave me permission to join him, Sherlock is also coming so, sod off."
He walked past her in the direction Lestrade had went.
Donovan followed him. "No John you really…"
Her voice went silent when he saw the body. His world was spinning around, the body on the ground was like the other bodies. His legs were gone, and it had cuts in his neck.
He felt Lestrade's arms around him, trying to drag him away from the scene.
The body was Sherlock Holmes.