Detective Sherlock

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John raised his head abruptly, staring straight at Moriarty's face, the eyes cast from his eyes that were red with anger and hatred almost burned a hole in Moriarty's face.

"How is it?" The corner of Moriarty's mouth changed into an elegant smile, "Doesn't it feel good?"

John bowed his head in silence, but his body trembled violently.Moriarty thought that John was completely overwhelmed by Sherlock's shooting, and he was powerless to fight back, so he laughed sheepishly: "John, you are too naive, how could I, Moriarty, give up so easily?"

The next second, John took advantage of Moriarty's unpreparedness and suddenly pulled out a gun from his waist, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" He fired 3 shots at Moriarty!

Moriarty obviously did not expect John to be able to suppress the pain of being shot in the right arm and the blow of Sherlock being shot and shoot himself. Although he dodged the two bullets in front sensitively, he was caught off guard after all, and was shot in the shoulder. gun.

Moriarty snorted, and said with a sneer, "As expected of a military doctor, even if he is injured, the deviation of marksmanship is still so small."

It's just that Moriarty didn't know that John pressed the bloody and sticky wound on his right arm with his left hand, and used the pain to force himself to stay awake in the fact that Sherlock was shot, so that he could shoot accurately.

John threw the pistol on the ground, ignored Moriarty, stood up unsteadily, and walked towards Sherlock.

Seeing that John didn't respond at all, Moriarty signaled the assistant behind him to point his gun at John.

"The purpose of gathering you together is to let you die together!" Moriarty smiled sinisterly, "John, I am an antisocial person." Moriarty's eyes suddenly burst into madness. Guang, "Since it's time for retribution, I'll kill you all! We will never have any future troubles!"

After listening to John, he just glanced at Moriarty lightly, without any reaction.

Whether it is life or death, Sherlock is already dead, and he has no intention of living.She owed so much to Sherlock, and in the end even his life was ruined because of his impulsive revenge plan.

John knelt down beside Sherlock, put Sherlock's head on his lap, gently brushed the curly hair on Sherlock's forehead, and watched Sherlock quietly, as if he had just fallen asleep peacefully.

"Goodbye, John." After Moriarty finished speaking, he snapped his fingers at the assistant behind him.

John closed his eyes, ready to accept death.

"Bang!" With a sound, John felt himself being pushed aside vigorously by a hand, and rolled aside.

John struggled to straighten up and looked at his body, where he was not hit by the bullet.Moriarty, who was not far away, fell to the ground in response, the blood on his head spread on the ground, and a bright red flower bloomed.

Before the assistant had time to react, he was shot in the head in the next second and fell beside Moriarty.

Suddenly a small group of soldiers wearing helmets and police uniforms broke in from the door, carrying machine guns in their hands to investigate the situation.

A person who seemed to be the team leader said into the microphone next to his ear: "The situation is normal, you can come in."

Then, a man in a suit and leather shoes with a cane appeared at the door, walking slowly in his direction. John fixed his eyes and saw that it was McCaw.

Mycroft looked at John's surprised eyes, a little funny, but asked with concern: "How is it? John, are you not hurt?"

John nodded, and then suddenly remembered that someone pushed him away with his hand just now. John immediately turned his head to stare at Sherlock lying on the ground, and asked cautiously, "Sherlock? Are you still alive?".

Hearing John's voice, Sherlock frowned, endured the pain, half-closed his eyes and said to himself, "You're dead, what about Little Sherlock?"

After being stunned for a second, John immediately rushed forward in surprise and hugged Sherlock.

Because Sherlock was half-embraced by John and dragged to the chest wound, he "hissed" in pain, "This gun hurts even more than the one given by Mary."

Seeing Sherlock miraculously come back to life, John's eyes blurred with excitement, "You're not dead! That's great! Sherlock!"

"Don't be happy just now." Sherlock turned his head and said coldly to Mycroft: "If you come later, John will die!"

McCoff recruited someone to bring a stretcher, looked at Sherlock's distorted expression due to the pain of the wound, curled his lips and said: "You'd better stop wasting your energy and be serious with me, otherwise, you may lose too much blood .”

Sherlock rolled his eyes at Mycroft, closed his eyes silently, and let himself be manipulated onto the stretcher.

Just as John was about to follow, he heard Mycroft stop himself, "John, I have something to tell you."

John glanced at Sherlock who was looking at him on the stretcher, and then walked aside with Mycroft with peace of mind.

"John, I'll leave Sherlock to you. In the next few days, I'll probably have to deal with Moriarty's affairs." Mycroft sighed heavily after speaking, with a headache on his face.

"I'll take care of him." After John finished speaking, he turned and walked out the door, went downstairs, and got into the ambulance.

Sherlock happened to be anesthetized, and the doctor was taking a bullet from his chest.The bullet deviated from the position of the heart, but the entrance was not shallow.Looking at Sherlock's bloody chest, John felt a convulsive pain in his heart.

"Sherlock...I..." John sat beside Sherlock, hesitant to speak, his face full of guilt and apology.

"It's okay, John." Sherlock looked at John's pale lips, "It doesn't hurt at all."

John's eyes were a little moist, after all, if Moriarty aimed a little more, Sherlock might be dead.

At this time, the doctor just took out the bullet and threw it into the plate with a "dang".After the wound was bandaged, Sherlock's blood transfusion began.

Sherlock winked at the nurse and smiled gently: "Miss Nurse, the man next to me was shot in the right arm, please help him deal with it."

Only then did John realize that his right arm was still injured.

"Okay." The nurse walked to John and cut open John's sleeve with scissors, exposing its ferocious face from the wound.

"Have you been injured for a while?" The nurse frowned as she looked at the wound that was somewhat coagulated but mixed with blood.

"About 2 or 3 hours." As a military doctor, John is still very confident in his judgment on the wound.

After the nurse listened, she looked at John with something indescribable in his eyes, which seemed to be an emotion of regret.

"Yeah." The nurse just pondered for a while, then silently brought a medicine tray and gave John anesthesia, and then began to take the bullets.As a person in the medical field, John actually knew the meaning of regret in the nurse's heart.The injury lasted for too long and the blood loss was too much. When these two factors were combined, even if the wound healed, there would still be some inconvenience in using this arm.

But Sherlock didn't die, John was already very pleased with this alone, even if this arm was abolished, he felt it was worth it.Thinking of this, John silently looked at Sherlock who had fallen asleep, and smiled contentedly.

After the nurse finished bandaging John, she motioned for John to sit close to Sherlock for a blood transfusion.

After the nurse transfused John's blood, she silently went to pack things.

"Thank you." John nodded his thanks, and the nurse pursed her lips in return for a gentle smile.

John was transfused, looking at Sherlock on the bed, his heart was filled with peace of mind, and the tight strings in his head were finally loosened.Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, John felt a little groggy, and his eyelids finally couldn't resist the fatigue, and slowly closed.

When John woke up, the smell of hospital disinfectant and the white quilt told John that he was in the hospital.

John turned his head and found that this was an independent ward, and it seemed that the whole room was by himself.

John wanted to raise his hand to lift the quilt, but with a little force, his right arm felt a pain. John froze, and the uncomfortable pain made him frown.But at the moment John only wanted to know the whereabouts of Sherlock, so he ignored the pain in his right arm, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

John was putting on his shoes by the bed when a man broke in suddenly.

"Good morning, you're finally awake."

John raised his head when he heard the sound, and Mycroft looked at him with a smile.

John didn't bother to say hello at all at the moment, and asked straight to the point: "Where is Sherlock?"

Mycroft watched John stand up, raised the right corner of his mouth and smiled, "It's in the ward next to yours, and he hasn't woken up yet."

"I'll go see him." John was about to take a step after finishing speaking.

"Don't worry, John, he's not in danger." Mycroft seemed to have something to say to himself.

John sat on the edge of the bed, looked up at McCoff and said, "What are you going to say?"

When Mycroft heard John's question, there was a flash of appreciation in his eyes, and then he smiled and said: "It's not really important." McCoff walked to the window with a cane, turned his head to stare at John and said, "Mo I have already reported the matter of Riati to the queen, and this matter is over, so there is no need to worry about it."

John nodded and said, "Well, I see."

McCoff walked in front of John, put his hand on John's shoulder and said, "Then there's Sherlock's matter. Although his injuries are not fatal, I hope you can keep an eye on him recently and don't do anything earth-shattering again. things."

John smiled and said, "Even if you don't say it, I will do it."

Mycroft rubbed his chin, thoughtfully said: "Hehe, Sherlock is so lucky, he finally made a friend."

John looked at Mycroft with a puzzled look on his face, and McCoff just smiled faintly without explaining.

"Okay, let's stop chatting here, I have to go back and write the report." After giving John a smile, Mycroft turned and walked towards the door and said, "Help me take care of Sherlock, thank you!"

John looked at the back of Mycroft, thought for a while, stood up, and looked at Sherlock in the next ward.

The room was very quiet, and Sherlock was lying on the hospital bed.Sherlock's curly hair reflects a brown luster under the sunlight. Sherlock's fair skin is even more translucent white under the sunlight. His lips are not as pale as before after being injured. , finally had a trace of blood.

John stood quietly by the bed and stared at Sherlock, as if he wanted to see Sherlock in his eyes and engrave it on his heart.

Suddenly Sherlock frowned and moved his head, with an uncomfortable look on his face.John hurried forward and touched Sherlock's forehead with his palm.

Some are slightly hot. Could it be that the wound infection caused the fever?

John bent over to press the call button on the bedside, but he was unexpectedly held by a powerful big hand. Unexpectedly, John staggered and fell on Sherlock.

"Ugh!" John exclaimed.

"Hush." ​​Sherlock closed his eyes and whispered in John's ear, "If you scream too loud, the nurse will be called."

John sighed helplessly, leaning on the edge of the bed with his hands to get up, but was forced back on himself by Sherlock.

"Sherlock, let me go." John turned his head and looked at Sherlock with a sullen expression on his face.

"Don't let it go!" Sherlock opened his right eye and looked at John, with a cheeky look on his face, "Let me charge the battery like this for a while."

John watched Sherlock close his eyes with enjoyment, struggling to get up, his golden hair accidentally brushed Sherlock's thin lips.

"Oh!" Sherlock suddenly yelled in pain in John's ear, and John immediately obediently remained still, turned his head, looked at Sherlock and asked eagerly, "What's wrong? Is the wound open?"

"Hmm..." Sherlock opened his eyes, looked at John's anxious profile, and sighed, "I told you not to move."

John was afraid that if he struggled again, the wound would get worse, so he lay on Sherlock's body without moving.

Sherlock took the opportunity to lightly touch John's ear with his lips. The familiar smell and the soft touch of the blond hair around his ear made Sherlock smile with satisfaction after he succeeded.

"Sherlock!" John knew that Sherlock must be playing tricks on him again, so he broke free from Sherlock's restraints, propped himself up, and stood up.

Sherlock looked at John's frown and said with a smile, "Don't be angry, John!" Sherlock pursed his lips and said, "I just... miss you so much."

John didn't expect Sherlock to say such nasty words in such a serious manner, so he couldn't help laughing out loud, "Sherlock...hahaha...you..." John looked at Sherlock's awkward expression on his head, very He quickly suppressed his laughter, raised the corners of his mouth, looked at Sherlock with a gentle smile and said, "Well, I know."

Sherlock turned to look at John, eyes widening in disbelief.

☆, ending

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Originally, I wanted to write a special episode about a family of three, but the recent crackdown is one thing, and the lack of time is another.

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"John..." Looking at the gentle smile on John's face, Sherlock wondered whether he should tell his thoughts.

"What's wrong?" John sat down next to Sherlock's bed, staring at Sherlock.

"The Moriarty matter is over," Sherlock put his hand on John's, and his gentle eyes turned quietly on John's face, "Can you and little Sherlock move back?"

John's body froze immediately, not knowing how to answer, he bit his lower lip in silence.

Sherlock looked at John without saying a word, and slowly withdrew his hand, returning to his previous indifference, "Sure enough... it's still not possible."

John looked up at Sherlock who turned his face away, and opened his mouth, but Sherlock said first, "John, I know...I know you still have feelings for Mary. After all, you have children." Sherlock He closed his eyes unwillingly, "It's difficult for you to accept my emotions for a while, but...you still refuse to give me a chance? I..."

"Sherlock!" John interrupted Sherlock with a serious face, "As I said before, I couldn't bear the pain of losing you during the period of your fake death. In Mary, I found the moment when I was with you." That kind of familiar feeling, so, I dated her, got married, gave birth to a child..." John adjusted his breath, lowered his head, and said to himself: "Speaking of it, after you have clearly explained the emotional problems to me , I just discovered all of this, my feelings for Mary are actually derived from my feelings for you... I feel that I am sorry for Mary. "

John spurned himself in his heart, and his clenched fists made his body tremble slightly.

"John..." Sherlock looked at John's self-reproaching expression, and felt distressed in his heart, "It's not your fault, besides, after you married Mary, you have always been a responsible and good husband."

"No!" John gritted his teeth, and said with difficulty: "It was because I didn't pay attention to her that I let her be brutally murdered by Moriarty!"

Sherlock held John's hand, and the warmth from his palm made John stop shaking, "Mary won't blame you, at least you protected little Sherlock."

John seemed to have calmed down a lot when he heard "little Sherlock", and Sherlock continued: "As long as you raise little Sherlock well, I believe Mary will feel at ease in heaven."

John nodded slightly.

Sherlock looked at John with a gentle smile.The two just stared at each other like this, as if they could get spiritual comfort from it.

After a while, John seemed to remember something, and said to Sherlock, "By the way, Sherlock. The matter about Moriarty..."

Sherlock knew that John still didn't know what was going on, so he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Didn't you take my mobile phone away by mistake before? When I called, I thought your reaction was a bit strange, so I went to the communication company I investigated the call and text message records. It was later discovered that you and Moriarty had frequent text messages, so I speculate that you must have used my mobile phone to ask Moriarty out for revenge."

John did not deny this fact, but just looked at Sherlock quietly and motioned him to continue, "Then, did you ask Mrs. Hudson to take care of little Sherlock for you? Actually, after Mrs. Hudson called you that day, Just ask me why I didn't get along well with you and asked you to move out of the apartment. So I speculate from the news disclosed by Mrs. Hudson that you will take action that day."

Sherlock pursed his lips and said, "Later, I followed Mrs. Hudson all the way to your newly rented apartment. I knew you were being followed, but I didn't know how to understand Moriarty with a reason. Therefore, I took advantage of this threat of kidnapping." Sherlock paused, "I know Moriarty will definitely threaten you with the lives of little Sherlock and Mrs. I will use this kidnapping charge to ask McCoff to apply to the Queen for the right to shoot Moriarty on the spot."

Sherlock looked at John's wide-eyed eyes, knowing that John was surprised by his actions, he was silent for a while, and explained: "After I know the situation, I will ask McCoff to send someone to protect you in secret in advance, so as not to change things."

John froze for a moment, and the shock in his heart eased a lot, and he looked at Sherlock again.

"But when I went to the appointment, because we were afraid of being discovered by Moriarty and endangering you, we didn't put our staff on the top floor, but stood by in the hospital lobby." Sherlock smiled apologetically and said, " Originally, I thought that if you were all buried in Moriarty's hands because of my willful will, then I would take my own life."

Sherlock covered John's hand and clasped John's five fingers. Sherlock looked at John with burning eyes and said, "It's okay, God bless!"

John looked back at Sherlock with a faint smile, John's tolerant eyes relieved a lot of the guilt that Sherlock was originally carrying in his heart.

Sherlock continued: "So when you called me, I was very excited, because things were developing in the direction I expected. Later, after meeting with Moriarty to discuss the conditions, Mrs. Hudson was let go. At that time, I put the correspondence note I had written in advance into Mrs. Hudson's hand. The note said Mrs. Hudson went downstairs to find McCauf, and asked McCauf to prepare for action. Afterwards, You know it all."

John nodded, clasped Sherlock's fingers tightly and said, "In the future, don't take such risks again."

Sherlock made a military salute and said in a dignified manner: "Obey, sir!"

John was amused by Sherlock's actions, clutching his stomach and laughing.

After John finished laughing, he suddenly remembered something, and said seriously, "Then what are you talking about about Moriarty's embarrassing past?"

"That... I found out later when I investigated Lyle's identity." Sherlock frowned and said, "I found out from the information Lestrade gave me to investigate that Lyle was adopted from an orphanage, because he was very young. His role in the whole case was to visit the orphanage back then. Then it was found in the files that Lyall and Moriarty were admitted to the orphanage on the same day, and their names It was written on the same piece of paper, and the relationship is kinship." Sherlock sighed, "So I speculate that the reason why Moriarty killed Mary was for his brother Lyle."

After listening to John, he felt that fate had tricked people. God used a pair of invisible hands to let them intersect with Moriarty's life trajectory, but it was in such a sad way.

"And Moriarty, because of his bad personality, has never been adopted. Over time, he gave up on himself and escaped from the orphanage." Sherlock paused, "Later he became a street gangster. He followed them and did some bad things. Although he later used money to buy some relationships and eliminated some electronic files, the paper files still remained. It’s just that no one is going to pursue the past, so he That's how things got forgotten."

After listening to John, he didn't make any comments. He just pursed his lips and looked at the sunlight coming in from the window.

Sherlock looked at John who was so quiet, knowing that he must have let go of the matter of revenge, and then followed John's gaze and looked out the window and said: "When we both recover from our injuries, take little Sherlock to the London Eye." .”

John turned his head in surprise, looked at Sherlock and said, "Are you serious?" Although John didn't particularly like the dreamy and romantic London Eye in the eyes of girls, but for Sherlock's proposal that could relax his mind, There is still a bit of anticipation, after all, during this period of time, too many things have happened, so much that the body and mind are exhausted.

"Of course." Sherlock looked at John's surprised expression, with infinite tenderness reflected in his eyes.

"Excuse me!" The warmth of the two was interrupted by a sudden voice, and they turned their heads away in embarrassment.

"Mrs. Hudson!" John saw Mrs. Hudson standing at the door with the little one in her arms, walked to the door excitedly, and welcomed her in.

"You two are very energetic!" Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock on the bed and smiled, "Especially the one on the bed is more lively than expected."

Sherlock turned his face and smiled at Mrs. Hudson: "Thanks to you, Mrs. Hudson."

"I thought that this little guy should miss his father, so I brought him here." Mrs. Hudson teased the little guy in her arms, and suddenly remembered something, and turned to John and shouted, "Oh! John! Are you still here?" Didn't tell me his name!"

Sherlock answered immediately, "His name is Sherlock!"

After Mrs. Hudson glanced suspiciously at Sherlock, she asked John, "Really?"

After John glanced at Sherlock with a smile, he turned to Mrs. Hudson and said, "His name is Xiali."

"Oh! Xiali! It sounds like a good name!" Mrs. Hudson teased the little guy in her arms, and said with a smile: "Xiali! My baby, your name is Xiali!"

Looking at Sherlock's disappointed expression, John smiled and said, "Charlie is named after Sherlock and Mary, the two most important people in my life."

After hearing this, Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the child in Mrs. Hudson's arms with tender eyes.

The sunlight outside the window illuminates the room brightly, just like Xiali's beautiful and bright future.

A week later, Sherlock's injury was almost healed, and John prepared for Sherlock's discharge, packing things in the ward.

"John!" Sherlock lay on the bed with an irritable expression on his face, "Can I get out of bed? I'm about to rot!"

John packed his things into bags, piled them up beside the bed, and said with a smile, "Why is it so uncomfortable? Are you in a hurry?"

"Of course! Lying like this all day, I feel like my head is going to rust!" Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Isn't today the day to be discharged from the hospital?" John lifted Sherlock's quilt and said with a smile, "Okay, get up. Congratulations on your discharge, Sherlock."

Sherlock stood up, jumped on the spot, and said refreshedly: "Great! I can finally escape from this ghost place."

This week, because of John staring at him all the time, there was almost no chance to go to the ground except for going to the bathroom. Although Sherlock felt very helpless, he still lay obediently on the bed and admired John's profile.

"Don't be too happy!" John patted Sherlock's wound, and Sherlock bowed in pain. Although the wound healed, he still felt a slight pain when he was attacked.

Sherlock adjusted his posture, nodded and said, "Okay."

Seeing Sherlock's cooperation, John raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Go home."

Just as John was about to take a step, Sherlock suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him back. John, who was half a head shorter than Sherlock, bumped into Sherlock's arms firmly, and Sherlock wrapped his arms around him. He stopped at John, put his chin on John's shoulder, and asked, "John... we are going home together, right?"

Hearing the slightly lonely tone in Sherlock's words, John couldn't help feeling distressed, John put his left hand on Sherlock's arm wrapped around his chest, and said gently: "Yes, let's go home together, Xia Li The children are waiting for us at home."

Sherlock pressed John's shoulders with both hands, turned John to face him, and said with a blushing face, "Really? Are you willing to move back?"

John raised his head, met Sherlock's eyes, nodded slowly and smiled, "Yes. I..."

Without waiting for John to finish speaking, Sherlock blocked all the remaining words in John's mouth.

The gentle and lingering kiss was like brushing a feather across his heart, causing a stimulating electric current to flow through John's body, causing goosebumps.

For a moment, Sherlock licked the corners of his mouth, looked at John, whose face was a little red, held his hand and said, "Go home, John."

John looked at Sherlock's side face with a smile, nodded and said, "Yeah."

The two held hands, walked through the streets and alleys, and walked slowly towards home.The scenery on the side of the road is incomparable to each other's inner joy and touch.

Sure enough, only those who have their loved ones at home have the expectation of going home!Sherlock looked ahead with a happy smile on his face.