[Comprehensive] Sherlock is going to be kicked by a donkey

Josie was on a business trip in the United States when she received Mycroft's call. Behind her were the members of the project team who were meeting in the conference room. Josie stood in front of the glass window of a skyscraper, looking at New York City, which was full of high-rise buildings outside the window. Below is the street with people coming and going, standing on the 65th floor and looking down, all the people are incredibly small.

After listening to Mycroft's words, Josie was silent for a while, "You were the first to tell me the news."

"Sherlock knows without telling you. You can't hide it from Molly just in front of you."

Josie held the phone by her ear in one hand, lowered her head expressionlessly to sort out the wrinkled silk skirt when she got up just now, "Tell me, where is he now?"

"On the plane."

Five hours later.

After finishing all the work, Josie took a taxi back to her long-term leased apartment under Tony Properties. As soon as the elevator door opened, Josie felt that there was an unexpected guest in the apartment. She raised her eyebrows. , and then stepped out of the elevator. The sound of high heels stepping on the marble floor tiles was clear and regular, and finally stopped in front of a half-open door. Josie opened the door and walked in.

"Snapped".

Josie turned on the light in the room, took off her high heels at the entrance, and put on comfortable indoor shoes. She threw the handbag to the man lying on the sofa with his eyes closed and meditating, and the latter quickly reached out to catch it. , and then opened his eyes to look at her.

"I received a total of 56 text messages and 37 calls today, all of which came to comfort me because of your 'death', and now you ran to my apartment, broke the door and lay on my sofa, no Are you going to explain it to me, Sherlock?" Josie opened the refrigerator door and took out a few bottles of beer and peanuts, then walked back to the living room and sat down beside Sherlock, "German dark beer, Chinese peanuts, long nights, We could talk all night."

Sherlock glanced at the beer and peanuts on the coffee table, and Yoyo said, "I haven't had dinner yet, you said that drinking beer on an empty stomach will..."

"Ah, you reminded me," Josie took back her handbag from Sherlock's hand, and took out her mobile phone inside, "Let me order a takeaway, what do you want to eat? How about Chinese food?"

Sherlock didn't speak, and Josie took it as his acquiescence. After ordering the meal, Josie put down her phone and looked at the man sitting next to her again. The two stared at each other for a long time, and the atmosphere in the room fell to freezing point.

"I thought you knew that this was all to deal with Moriarty, and now he's dead..." Sherlock spoke first, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, he's dead, and you're dead too."

"I'm not dead, I..." Sherlock paused, and Josie's staring eyes at him made him stumped for the first time, who was always articulate, "I'm a fake death."

Josie reached for a bottle of beer on the coffee table and opened it, "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

She tilted her head back and took a big gulp of cold beer. The alcohol and low temperature irritated her throat, esophagus, and brain.

"In order to ensure the smooth progress of the plan, and Moriarty is too dangerous, the less people know about it, the better."

Josie was silent. She recalled the moment when she picked up Mycroft's call a few hours ago, when the person on the other end said "Sherlock is dead", she felt a moment of fear and panic, and then It was the plot of the fake death that reminded her, she didn't want to blame Sherlock, she could understand Sherlock, but she couldn't control her panic when she learned of his 'death', she didn't want to have that feeling a second time.

"There won't be another time," Josie put down the cold beer in her hand, resting her head on Sherlock's shoulder, her voice muffled, "Be sure to tell me in advance before you want to fake death."

Josie has never been a coquettish person. Even Sherlock saw Josie like this for the first time. He froze for a moment, then reached out and patted his head on his shoulder, "Yes."

After being comforted, Josie felt a little better. She looked up at Sherlock, "Watson and Mrs. Hudson both texted me and called me. I don't know what to say to them. I didn’t reply to the text message or answer the phone, I guess they think I’m overly sad now, and they must be very sad now if they thought you were really dead.”

"I'll be back when the time is right."

Josie reached out and grabbed a handful of peanuts and stuffed them into her mouth one by one, "You're hiding it from them. Watson is such an affectionate person. When he finds out, it will definitely make you feel better."

"Dead is dead, and not dead is not dead. John was a soldier, so he wouldn't do anything." Sherlock didn't quite understand Josie's words. In his perception, a dead person Even if you die, you will let it go after a few years no matter how sad you are.

Josie chewed the peanuts and looked at Sherlock with disgust, "I just praised you for being human a while ago, but why did you change back to the original one? If a very important family member or friend who cares about you dies, a normal person will feel extremely sad What's more, Watson has already regarded you as his important partner and friend, so you shouldn't let him down."

After finishing speaking, Josie was stunned for a moment, why did she feel that her last words sounded like Sherlock and Watson had some affection, "Ahem, anyway, you don't have to worry too much, I will help you comfort Watson and Harder Mrs. Sen's emotions, just in the next year or so, I guess I will often go to the United States. The project I am in charge of here has just started, otherwise I am really afraid. I see them so sad, I can't hold back I missed it." Because of her background in the United States, the boss of the company entrusted her with the project in the United States, and Josie will spend most of the time between New York and London.

"John is not as fragile as you think," Sherlock also followed Josie's example and ate a peanut.

"By the way, the news of your death has already become news. Is Mycroft going to send you undercover next? Such a good opportunity."

"uh-huh."

"You two brothers... well, I don't know what to say about you..." Josie's words were interrupted by the doorbell, she stood up, "It should be dinner time, I'll go and open the door."

In the end, the two of them didn't chat all night as Josie wished. Sherlock went to bed early on a rare occasion. I don't know if it was because of the jet lag or because he was really tired. Josie sat on the bed and watched. The man who had fallen asleep on the bed sighed. Thinking of the next two or three years that she would spend less time with Sherlock, Josie felt reluctant for the first time since she and Sherlock officially confirmed their relationship. For the first time, I truly felt that the person next to me was my boyfriend.

Maybe it's because they grew up together since they were young, and they are already used to being by each other's side. Even when they were studying in the United States, the two of them still kept in touch by text message. It is more of a spiritual dependence and habit. For a long period of time in the future, Sherlock, who used a false identity as a long-term undercover agent, will no longer be able to contact her at will as before. .

The moon outside the window hung high in the night sky, and under the stars was the brightly lit Manhattan. Josie put down the curtains, walked to the other side of the bed and lifted the quilt, and lay down next to Sherlock, feeling entangled in her heart. One side also gradually fell into dreamland.

Sherlock was picked up by the plane sent by Mycroft the next day. Josie watched as Sherlock's plane flew farther and farther until it gradually disappeared. The destination of this flight was never even seen by Sherlock. Not to mention Josie.Just a week after Sherlock left, Josie also ended her business trip and returned to London.

The kind Mrs. Hudson visited Josie at her apartment with a small cake and milk tea she made. Josie has never been a person who can act, but Mrs. Hudson's sadness was also infected when she comforted herself. In the end, Josie couldn't hold back and shed a few tears, and by the way, she taught Sherlock a few words for Mrs. Hudson in her heart.

The next time I saw Watson was downstairs in the apartment. At that time, he just came back from the psychiatrist. Josie saw Watson, who was much more depressed than before, from a distance. She stopped and was about to take out the key. Watson who opened the door invited him to his apartment for a sit down.Because she was afraid that Watson would find out that Sherlock's 'dead' girlfriend was not as sad as her friend who was a roommate, Josie just made a cup of coffee for Watson and sat quietly with him for a while , and finally promised Watson to go to Sherlock's 'grave' on the weekend to see him and send him away.

Even when they returned home from vacation, Allen and Carly were using various methods to comfort themselves. Josie lay helplessly on the bed in her room, looking at a message from an unknown number on her mobile phone. It was Sherlock who sent her a text message. The most recent one was last week. They haven't had any contact for a week. Josie sighed and was about to put down the phone after deleting the text message. Then I heard the sound of cars stopping and leaving from outside the window, as well as Mycroft's voice.

"Mom, I'm going to Sherlock's house." Josie said and hurriedly left the house. Carly poked her head out of the kitchen when she heard the sound, and looked at her husband who was also puzzled, and suddenly realized , showing concern.

"Josie hasn't been able to accept the fact that Sherlock is dead," Carly said worriedly, "What should I do?"

Allen sighed and shook his head, "What can we do, this kind of thing can only be left to time."

"Sherlock can be regarded as I watched him grow up. He really likes his daughter, and Josie also likes him so much. Now that something like this happened, I'm not afraid of anything. I'm just afraid that Josie won't be able to get out of it for the rest of her life. manage?"

Allen put down the newspaper in his hand, "What are you afraid of, even if Josie never gets married, wouldn't we still be with her?"

When Josie walked to the next door, the door of the room was ajar and not closed. The Holmes couple went out for shopping in the supermarket together after Mycroft came home. At this time, Mycroft was the only one in the room. Sitting in his father's study, a family portrait on the bookcase caught his attention.

It was a family portrait taken many years ago, when their youngest sister was still around, and it showed her in her father's arms, Sherlock in his mother's arms, and himself standing in the middle, Macklow Ford looked at the photos in a daze. He remembered the days when he was a child in the ancestral manor, and when he told his parents that his sister was dead. Now, his brother is also 'dead'.

Josie's footsteps stopped at the stairs on the first floor, and she was quietly reading the hearts of the people upstairs.

Mycroft stood up and walked over, picked up the framed photo, and recalled something about his sister.

His finger rested on Olos's face. The little girl in the photo was expressionless, without the innocence that she should have at her age. He remembered her expression when he visited Olos in Sherringford some time ago , unchanged from when he was four years old.

Mycroft sighed inwardly, and was about to put down the photo frame in his hand, but his hand stopped in mid-air, and he stood stiffly in place, and the study was suddenly so quiet that even a needle could drop on the ground. Hearing that, after a long while, he still put the things in his hands back to their original positions, then turned around, and looked calmly at Josie who was standing at the door of the study.

"It can prevent monitoring and surveillance, but it cannot prevent you." Mycroft returned to the sofa and sat down.

Josie walked in without speaking, and sat down on another sofa. She looked at the man who was equivalent to the British government in Sherlock's mouth, and said after some deliberation: "Olos? Holmes is not dead, is he?"

The author has something to say: The small theater——

Mycroft: No smoking, no alcohol, no drugs, no fire, no theft, no Josie

Sherlock: Unstoppable

Josie: ...