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The Lying Detective: Chapter 5

You took a cautious look towards the door before you got to work, switching out the bag of morphine for a saline solution. If Smith upped the dose on this, all he'd be doing was hydrating Sherlock.

Just as you were finishing adjusting Sherlock's equipment, the door was pushed open and you looked up to see John entering the room. You quickly tucked away the mostly empty morphine bag, giving John a small nod.

You noticed he was holding his old cane, the one he used to use when he'd had a psychosomatic limp, one Sherlock had cured. He looked at you warily, scanning the room before he entered. "Hey." He spoke softly, not fully meeting your eyes. "Listen... I should apologize." You glanced down at his free hand, seeing that he was opening and closing his fist, as if stretching out his hand. You could see the red abrasions of where his fist had gotten beat up from punching Sherlock with so much force.

"Yes. You should." You nodded, crossing your arms as he had yet to meet your eyes.

"I didn't mean to... hurt him. I... well I think you know why I'm here." John cleared his throat, looking up at you with a straight face.

You nodded. "Yes. To say goodbye. Don't be so sure this is the last time we'll talk, John." You told him with a crooked smile. You knew he was still very much angry about everything that had happened with Mary. He hadn't forgave you or Sherlock yet. You hoped he'd realize that you and Sherlock had tried everything you possibly could've to save her. In the end, she was the one who saved Sherlock. That was her decision you all had to live with, no matter how hard it was and even if it didn't make any sense. John didn't reply but looked away, clearly conveying: 'Yes. It is.'

"Anyway, I have to go talk to Lestrade as well. I'll let you have your goodbye." You took one last look at Sherlock before you stepped out of the room to leave John and Sherlock alone. You didn't want to leave, but you knew you had to if it meant finishing Mary's plan.

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"So you didn't see him take the scalpel?" Lestrade asked you for the third time since you'd started his 'official police interview'. You crossed your arms, resting them on your stomach as you gave Lestrade a small glare.

"No. I noticed it was gone, I knew Smith hadn't taken it, that's it." You told him truthfully.

"But how did you not realize he had it? If you knew Smith didn't, and you knew Sherlock's condition..." Lestrade trailed off, and you could see in his face these were questions he didn't want to ask you, but had to as part of his job. He trusted you, and you knew that.

"There were two other people in the room other than Sherlock, Smith, and me. Any of them could've taken it- even the four employees that were there before we left could've moved it before I noticed. I wasn't exactly eyeing the scalpels the entire time." You told him simply. You were trying not to get too worked up over the questions, but police always wanted to pin the blame on someone. There was no one to blame for Sherlock's breakdown other than himself and the choices he had made thus far.

Lestrade nodded, leaning forward to turn off the recording device that was monitoring the interview. He took a long breath after leaning back into his chair; before he looked up at you, his forehead creased from stress. "Right. I'm sorry for all this, Y/n. You've been through enough."

"No, it's quite alright. I'm always here to help out, Lestrade." You gave him a warm smile as you scooted back in your chair, ready to rest for the day. You were exhausted, but you still had work to do before you could allow yourself to take a break.

Lestrade shook his head, and you knew what he must be thinking. "I know, it's all unexpected, but Sherlock always does everything for a reason. Doesn't he?" You gave Lestrade a knowing look before, heading towards the door.