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The Empty Hearse: Chapter 3

"Oh my God, oh my God. Do you have any idea what the two of you have done to him?" His date breathed, looking up at the two of you in complete shock. You were sure you had a small idea of what you'd done to John, unfortunately.

"Okay, John, I'm suddenly realizing I probably owe you some sort of an apology." Sherlock spoke nervously as he looked at John's intense glare.

"You're kidding." You looked to Sherlock, trying your best to give John an apologetic grin. John broke, slamming his fist down hard on the table. You jumped, looking at his fist. John's date continued to soothe John as she looked up at him nervously. You quickly took a few steps back, ten feet, like you'd said.

"Two years." He whispered, his eyes flickering from you to Sherlock. "I thought..." He groaned, trying to get the words out as he breathed heavily, still in shock. "I thought... you were both dead. Hmm? Now, you let me grieve, hmm? How could you both do that? How?" John whispered softly, his eyes darting from you to Sherlock.

"John, listen, we couldn't-" Sherlock again interrupted you and you took a step back, watching him closely as he spoke.

"Wait- before you do anything that you might regret... um, one question. Just let me ask one question. Um... Are you really gonna keep that?!" He giggled as he again pointed to his lip, looking back at you with a grin.

"Sherlock." You held your laugh internally, trying not to further piss John off, but that had crossed the line. John flung himself onto Sherlock and they both stumbled back before they hit the floor. You instantly dove after them, wrapping your arms around John as you used all your body weight to try to pry him off of Sherlock as he began throttling him with his own shirt. Many people were quickly at your side before he could get too far.

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Later, you had all been kicked out of the restaurant and were now at a small cafe. You and Sherlock sat side by side, and John and who you now knew as Mary sat across from the two of you with deadpan looks.

"I calculated that there were thirteen possibilities once I'd invited Moriarty onto the roof. I wanted to avoid Y/n or I dying if at all possible. The first scenario involved hurling ourselves into a parked hospital van filled with washing bags. Impossible. The angle was too steep. Secondly, a system of Japanese wrestling-" Sherlock quickly began to explain, but John shook his head at him.

"You know, for a genius you can be remarkably thick." John spoke bitterly to Sherlock as he stared across the table at him.

"What?" Sherlock questioned, looking to John in shock as he dropped his hands from his prayer position in front of his face. You sighed, reading John's look.

"He doesn't care how we faked it, Sherlock." You told him. John nodded at you, not breaking his gaze from Sherlock.

"I wanna know why." John spoke thickly, his arms crossed in a protective stance.

"Why? Because Moriarty had to be stopped." You cleared your throat and Sherlock glanced at you, reading your look. "Oh. 'Why' as in..." Sherlock clasped his hands together in front of him and looked at John awkwardly. "I see. Yes. 'Why?' That's a little more difficult to explain."

"I've got all night." John growled, looking ahead at Sherlock with a dark look. You gave Mary a forced smile as you looked at the two men.

"Actually, um, that was mostly Mycroft's idea." Sherlock told John after clearing his throat. His words slipped out quickly as he refused to look John in the eyes.

"Oh, so it's your brother's plan?" John continued to glare at Sherlock, not looking away.

"Oh, they would have needed a confidant." Mary pointed across the table at the two of you, as if that was a simple explanation. You were beginning to like her.