John got a message from Sherlock and we walked into Bart's to see Sherlock on the floor throwing a ball at a cabinet and catching it.
"Got your message." John said as I stood next to him.
"The computer code is key to this. If we find it, we can use it – beat Moriarty at his own game." Sherlock said.
"What d'you mean, "use it"?" John asked.
"He used it to create a false identity, so we can use it to break into the records and destroy Richard Brook." Sherlock said.
"And bring back Jim Moriarty again." John added. Sherlock stood up and looked at us.
"Somewhere in 221B, somewhere – on the day of the verdict – he left it hidden."
"Uh-huh." John said as they stood and stared off in the distance. "What did he touch?" John then asked.
"An apple. Nothing else." I said. Sherlock nodded as John began drumming his fingers on the bench.
"Did he write anything down?" John added.
"No." Sherlock answered. John sighed and Sherlock realized something. Sherlock turned his back to us and I frowned. A moment later he turned back around and sat on the metal stool next to him. He pulled me between his legs into his chest for a hug. I held onto him and kissed his neck. John's phone went off and I peeked over at him.
"Yeah, speaking." John began. He listened to the person and then stood nervously.
"Er, what? What happened? Is she okay? Oh my God. Right, yes, I'm coming." John said hanging up.
"What is it?" Sherlock asked.
"Paramedics. Mrs Hudson – she's been shot." John said freaking out slightly.
"Oh god!" I said. Sherlock held my waist to him.
"What? How?" Sherlock asked.
"Well, probably one of the killers you managed to attract ... Jesus. Jesus. She's dying, Sherlock. Let's go." John said turning toward the door. I went to walk out with John when Sherlock held me back.
"You go. I'm busy." Sherlock said to John as he rested his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through Sherlock's hair.
"Busy?" John snapped.
"Thinking. I need to think." Sherlock said pushing his head harder into my chest as though he couldn't get comfortable between my breasts.
"You need to...? Doesn't she mean anything to you? You once half killed a man because he laid a finger on her."
"She's my landlady." Sherlock shrugged.
"She's dying... You machine. Sod this. Sod this. You stay here if you want, on your own. Liz, let's go!" John said
"She's not leaving!" Sherlock barked. John shook his head and walked out. Sherlock's phone went off and he looked down at me. "Liz," Sherlock began and I shook my head.
"I can't believe you..." I began.
"Wh-,"
"Mrs. Hudson could be seriously hurt-,"
"Liz I love you. I need you to know that." He said and I stood there taken aback.
"Yes, I know... why?"
"I just... I love you so much," He began kissing me again, this time rougher.
"Sherlock-," I began as he lifted me up on the lab counter. He kissed down my neck and pulled at the neck of my shirt. "Stop!" I said pushing my hands to his chest. He looked at me, almost hurt.
"Don't leave me." Sherlock added quietly.
"Leave you? What?" I asked.
"Don't find someone else. Please. Don't." he begged.
"Why would I? Sherlock you're acting weird."
"I'll be back. I don't know when Liz, but I'll be back. Go to the flat." He said helping me off the counter.
"Sherlock?" I asked. He kissed me again and wrapped his arms around me.
"Go to Mrs. Hudson," he said. I walked to the door and turned back to look at him.
"I love you Sherlock Holmes." I smiled at him, tears in my eyes.
"I love you, dear." Sherlock smiled at me as I left.
I got to the flat to see John come running out the door toward me.
"Oh my God." John muttered to himself running past me.
"John, what's wrong?" I asked quickly. He grabbed my arm as he yelled, "Taxi! Taxi!"
John and I pulled up outside Bart's and suddenly John's phone goes off and he answers it.
"Hello?"
"John." I heard Sherlock's voice.
"Hey, Sherlock, you okay?" John asked.
"Turn around and walk back the way you came, now." Sherlock said.
"No, I'm coming in." John said.
"Just do as I ask. Please." Sherlock said.
"Where?" John asked as we walked back where we came from.
"Stop there." Sherlock said and I looked at John confused as he put Sherlock on speaker.
"Sherlock?" I asked.
"Okay, look up. I'm on the roof" Sherlock said. John and I both looked up and I stared in shock.
"Oh God." John said.
"Sherlock." I cried.
"I... I... I can't come down, so we'll... we'll just have to do it like this." Sherlock said.
"What's going on?" John asked quickly making me hug my arms around myself, crying.
"An apology. It's all true." Sherlock said.
"Wh-what?" John asked.
"Everything they said about me. I invented Moriarty." Sherlock said and I looked at John shaking my head.
"Why are you saying this?" John asked.
"Sherlock, stop!" I said.
"I'm a fake." Sherlock added sounding as though he was crying. I shifted uncomfortably.
"Sherlock..." John said again.
"The newspapers were right all along. I want you to tell Lestrade; I want you to tell Mrs. Hudson, and Molly... in fact, tell anyone who will listen to you that I created Moriarty for my own purposes." Sherlock said.
"Okay, shut up, Sherlock, shut up. The first time we met... the first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?" John asked.
"Nobody could be that clever." Sherlock said.
"You could." John said. I heard Sherlock's laugh, though he sounded broken.
"I researched you. Before we met I discovered everything that I could to impress you. It's a trick. Just a magic trick." Sherlock said and John closed his eyes and shook his head as I sat on the cement trying to calm down though I was bawling hysterically.
"No. All right, stop it now. You're hurting Liz." John said beginning to walk toward the hospital.
"No, stay exactly where you are. Don't move." Sherlock said and John returned to me.
"All right." John responded.
"Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, will you do this for me?" Sherlock asked.
"Do what?" John asked.
"This phone call – it's, er ... it's my note. It's what people do, don't they – leave a note?" Sherlock asked and I quickly got up and took the phone from John.
"Sherlock. Sherlock please, don't leave me. I can't handle this Sherlock. Please, please just stop. Turn around and I'll meet you inside. Please. I love you!" I cried.
"Goodbye, Liz." Sherlock said. I looked up at him and shook my head.
"No. Don't." John said over my shoulder. I looked back up to Sherlock and watched as he threw his phone down behind him. I handed John his phone and screamed.
"No. SHERLOCK!"
"Sherlock!" John yelled back terrified as Sherlock fell forward, off the building.
"Sherlock no! Sherlock" I yelled. John followed me as I ran around the small brick building over to a crowd of people who surrounded his body.
"Get the hell out of my way, move! NOW!" I yelled
"I'm a doctor, let me come through. Let me come through, please." John said some people held John back as I grabbed Sherlock's hand.
"No, he's my friend and her boyfriend. He's my friend. Please." John said.
"Please, let me just..." John began as they lifted Sherlock onto a stretcher.
"No," I cried silently sitting on the cement next to the puddle of blood where Sherlock had fallen.
"Jesus, no." John sighed getting on his knees next to me.
"God, no." I cried holding onto John.
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I actually cried writing this. Wow.
Comment and Vote since I shed a tear lol