Things about Sherlock

A problem far from solved

Johns P.O.V

"John ?" Gregs voice pulled me from a blank sleep , " John I've got those files you wanted , Sherlocks main files , mother alive , she's got dementia , father deceased , suspicious death , never found the killer . "

I sat up on the sofa and pulled the files out of Greg's hands ,

"thanks Greg , do you wanna , you know , give me a hand, you are a detective after all "

Greg nodded and laughed , " I forgot that , after working with Sherlock and all it makes you feel like you won't ever be able to get things done "

" yeah , he tends to make people feel useless " I said from the file .

" You love him don't you ? "

I frowned , " What makes you say that ?"

"Because love makes you cruel . And if you didn't , if he made you feel that way , why didn't you leave on day one? Why go back ? "

I never expected that from Greg .

"I guess I do Greg . God knows you all  knew before me though"

I smiled sadly , did Sherlock love me? He needed me , but did he love me?

" Right stop brooding and look at the files , I just got the main info and anything suspicious typed onto a sheets , oh and his criminal records "

I nodded and looked at the paper .

Name : Sherlock Holmes

Age : 31

Current Address : 221b Baker street

Occupation : un-employed

Emergency Contact : Dr John H. Watson

Birth Date- 18-04-1982

Mother -Andrea Holmes.

Father - Herschel Holmes (deceased)

Criminal record -

17-08-1990 - Vandalism

30-09-1992-Assault

14-07-95 - Robbery

25-12-97- Grand theft auto

28-12-97- Robbery

Medical History -

Age 2- 10th January 1985  Pneumonia , hospitalised for 4 weeks .Age 7- 30th April 1990 diagnosed with ADD

Age 10- 20th September 1992 Diagnosed with Aspergus syndrome

Age 13-  15th June 1995 Hospitalised for 2 weeks . Overdosed on sleep pills.

Age 15 - 26th December 1997  A&E - Broken fingers , 29th December Suicide attempt , arms cut , overdose on drugs , shock , severe despression.

Sherlock had quite a history ...

I put the folder down , I felt like I shouldn't be reading this , it want right. But something had happened on the 29th December , I skipped to the info about his fathers death , but I found nothing much out.

Murder .

Gun wound .

Clear signs of struggle on body .

Killer not found .

" Someone had broken into the records , removed a lot of the info , but this appeared relatively unchanged " Greg said from behind me.

" Who would want to break into the records ?"

Sherlocks P.O.V

John said he wasn't going to leave , and I made him leave ...if John , if John knew , maybe he wouldn't have walked out anyway .

Claus was still here , and planning on moving into John's room.  Where was that video ...I had to find it.

I made John leave . I made the person I need most leave . Nothing would fix that , and nothing could replace my John . Not drugs , not cases , nothing .

Mycroft said he'd been asking about me. He'd figured it out , thank god he wasn't truly an idiot , and now he was trying to find out what I'd done . He knew about the video , but not what was on it .

Knock knockknock knock . Knock knockknock knock .

John . That was John's knock . Should I answer the door ? My choice was taken when I heard Mrs.Hudson open the door to John. I heard him ignore her questions and run up the stairs , and then he walked through the door.

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Johns P.O.V

We were looking through more and more records when we heard a knock at the door. Greg went to answer it ,

"Myc , what are you doing ...here ?"

" Gregory , in here to give you these , Sherlock always refused to take the case of our fathers murder , but I think it has something to do with the tape . John Watson is the next best thing Greg. Maybe these might shine a light on the case ."

Greg thanked him and came over to me with some files , and silently handed them to me. They were post mortem pictures of Sherlocks father , his arms were full of scratches , so was his back ....

" Greg , Greg he's covered in scratches"  I said

"Yes , it said signs of struggle , he must've struggled before he died , attacked or something "

I shook my head . " No , no these scratches , they were inflicted by someone else , they're on his back "

" His back ...did the attacker do those?"

" No , he wasn't attacked , he attacked someone else , he must've been on top of them ..."

"is there a picture of the gun wound John ?"

I searched through the pictures , "No ...no there isn't , why "

" Who was he attacking , and who shot him ?"

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Sherlocks P.O.V

John was here , he was here ...here . I looked him over , he'd ran , he'd been sleeping on a 5ft long sofa, no animal hairs , same washing powder as...Lestrade . He'd been staying at Lestrades , he ran here from there . So emergency, Greg's house is 1.6 miles away . He knew something.

" Claus has a tape , and its about your father , Sherlock just tell me what's on it , I'm not going to go , no matter what is on it , but if I know , what would he have against you , we can find that tape , and we can destroy it. Just tell me what it is "

His breathing was heavy and laboured . I walked over to him , his eyes were troubled , his brows furrowed. He reached out and held my hand , I flinched and he pulled it back . I slowly and carefully , put my hand on his cheek and pressed my forehead against his . It was an awkward gesture , and I couldn't figure out what to do , so I kissed him on his nose and ran out of the door. I needed to think .