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Chapter 1: John "One more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don't...be...dead." John's voice broke. He just couldn't be, he was Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes can't just...die. John slowly lifted his hand off the cold black gravestone and wiped away the tears on his cheeks. Deep breaths, John, he thought, control yourself. Steeling his resolve, he bit his lip, straightened up, and walked away. Just like that. He was trying to be strong and hold his head high, but it was all he could do to keep from breaking down again. A gentle tap on John's shoulder brought him back from his thoughts. Mrs. Hudson looked up at him, her eyes full of concern. It

Chapter 1: The Harrison Murders "I told you to shut up!" Roared Alex. "But Alex," his wife, Emma, replied, "It's...it's not normal. All the people and the phone calls and---" "It's none of your business!" He screamed, cutting her off, "This is MY house, and what happens under MY roof, I'VE got control of! I hold the money, I hold the job, NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!" "But Alex--" She was cut off by the resounding SMACK! of his hand on her face, bringing tears to her eyes. And as they were standing there, looking at each other in sadness and hate, the doorbell rang. "I'll get that," said Alex firmly, "Go upstairs and check on the boys." He