"Faster, John!  We're losing him!"

"What do you think I'm doing, Sherlock?"

Despite the two men running as fast as they could, they still had enough energy in them to spout comments at each other.  It was just their way.  Although John was starting to wonder if Sherlock had underestimated the athletic abilities of their suspect.  Sure, he used to be ( Read more... )

He first saw one about a month after...well, after it happened.

That was always how John referred to it.  It was simply it, even though such a small word couldn't possibly encompass everything that had happened that day: running as fast as he could, nerves nearly making him go nuts, feeling his heart cry at the sound of his voice through the phone, ( Read more... )