【Howard】Stockholm Experiment

25

ten days later.

"Criminal?" Mycroft said to Lestrade, sitting leisurely in his office chair, arms folded. "No need for Scotland Yard."

"I wonder where you got him."

"It seems like you don't need to ask about it." Mycroft didn't have the slightest intention to let go.

"He will be punished by the law."

"of course."

"What about John?"

"He's leaving London."

"With Sherlok...?" Lestrade asked tentatively. "Okay, you don't have that 'Scotland Yard out of the way' face on me, I'm leaving."

"Wait," Mycroft said, "coffee?"

"No need," Lestrade said, "I've seen the power of the British government to hide things."

He stood up and turned around.

Mycroft could hear what he was saying, it was nothing more than a disapproval of how he was protecting his brother.

"I will do everything in my power to protect my family and choose to bear it all - even death - with my loved ones."

Mycroft spoke behind his back.

"I think if it was Sherlock, he would think so."

"Oh." Lestrade walked out expressionlessly, and slapped himself twice in the heart.

On the other side, Sherlock and John were packing their things, and they had to leave before Mrs. Hudson was discharged from the hospital.

"Anyone?" John asked.

"If you want word of my resurrection to spread throughout London again."

"Mrs. Hudson is fine."

"up to you."

"Forget it..." He bowed his head and folded his clothes, "I can't explain it, and I think you too. Sherlock, I think I have to teach you, love is not the same as possession, and you just couldn't listen to it at the time."

"John, I..."

"Oh, stop, I'll go back to my room to tidy up, you stay here." John didn't want to bring this topic up again, he was already planning to let it pass.

I've been in pain, I've cried, I've cried, I've had trouble, it's time to end.

John walked towards his room, suddenly remembering that a long time ago, just before that night, he had put a tie pin in Sherlock's room - it was a thank-you gift from a client, and he hadn't had time to tell him.

Although it's not necessarily that Sherlock will use this thing well, it's better than nothing.

So he turned around and walked into Sherlock's room.

Sherlock's suit was still hanging on the hanger, nothing had changed, and he found the fancy box on his desk.

His eyes inevitably touched his messy desktop, and John decided to help him pick out something useful to take away.

John opened his drawer and found a pile of notebooks.He flipped through it roughly, tossing aside what he thought was insignificant.

Finally he stopped when he saw a notebook.

It was a slightly old and inconspicuous book, with "Stockholm Experimental Records" written on the title page.

Stockholm? John seemed to have heard the word in a mist.

What weird experiment did he do again? John thought, I didn't know that before.

With a flick of his finger, he turned to the second page.