Oneshots Part One

Hey Look Another Random Sherlock Oneshot

A/N: I feel sorry for Anderson :(

Phillip Anderson slowly and hesitantly walked through the cemetery, eyes set on the grave of Sherlock Holmes. When he arrived at the foot of the grave, he slowly set down the flower that he picked out of someone’s garden on the way. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, and then ran a hand over the growing stubble on his chin.

“Err… hi. Umm… Sherlock. We j-just solved the case I was telling you about; um… the murderer committed suicide, though. Like you, huh? You would have solved the case within the first day… and you would have had the time to insult me”, he said, a few tears slipping down his face before continuing, “Um… I… err… I guess you want me turn the other way now, yeah?”

He looked down for a moment and then looked back up at Sherlock’s headstone. “I’m sorry. I-I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you, I never wanted this to happen”, he sobbed.

“Come back… please. They fired me today; apparently I had a mental breakdown, but… I’m not crazy am I? Are you still out there?”