Sherlock stood gracefully and pulled on his coat and navy blue scarf.

"So I suppose that's it then, its over," Sherlock said in a voice of detached business.

John cleared his throat and fought the tears accumulating in his eyes as he watched his best friend crumble.

"I suppose so," Mycroft replied from his seat in the corner.

Mycroft was clad in a usual tailored suit, however, if one looked close enough, they were sure to notice the distinct lines of concern burrowing in his forehead.

At the confirmation of his theory, Sherlock snapped.

"How did this even happen? How? I just… This wasn't supposed to happen this way!" Sherlock shouted as he swung his fist into the wall, landing with a satisfying thud.

The sight of the ever-controlled detective losing himself was so unsettling that John found himself incapable of stopping a single tear from drifting out of his eye.

"Sherlock," John started, his voice rusty and breaking.

At the sound of John's emotive voice, Sherlock paused and closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Still in his coat, he sat back onto the couch and covered his face with his hands.

"We will continue to try and mend your reputation, however, I must divulge that the odds are mounted against you," Mycroft said stiffly, trying to block his emotions while quelling those of his brother.

This was all it took for the dam to break.

The emotion in Mycroft's voice was the last push that Sherlock needed to go over the edge, to convince him that his life was now ending. Immediately, Sherlock began to sob. At first, he tried to hold back and only his shoulders shook. However, at the sight of his best friend's pain, John went over and put a comforting arm around the detective, which caused Sherlock to sob openly while John let his tears flow in silence. John sat silently with his arm around his detective, not bothering to whisper comforting nothings; he knew Sherlock was aware that this was it, there was no point in trying to convince him otherwise.

The sight was too much for Mycroft and so he got up and left the room silently. Little did the pair know that, as soon as he was in the hallway, Mycroft fell against the wall and began to cry.

Magnusson was dead and everyone was broken.

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Long time no see! This was a very short one-shot, but I was inspired late last night to write out this seen, the one before the airplane runway but after Sherlock shoots Magnusson. Also, since it is summer, I hope to start updating more so make sure to PM me any requests and please review if you have a moment :) Have a lovely day!