Disclaimer: I still don't own Sherlock, I'm still not making money from this

Really short, hope you enjoy! (I'm sorry if I epically failed this point of view)

You were just a normal person, doing normal things after a normal day. You sat watching a show you didn't find all that interesting and you grumbled when you noticed the late hour shown by the clock.

So, you went through your nightly routine, and before long you were in your bed, waiting for sleep.

But you heard a gunshot and a shout from the alleyway below. Mildly curious, you sat up in your bed and peered out the window.

First you saw a man running, shooting bullets over his shoulder. Then you saw what he was shooting at- two more men chasing him.

You realize you've seen those two men before. It was weeks ago, but they had been chasing something then, too. One seemed to be taller than the other, with black hair, and a long black coat that swept behind him dramatically. The other is average and unremarkable, with mousy brown hair.

The chased man shot again. You heard two shouts- one of surprise, the other of horror. You saw one of the men collapse onto the ground, and only then did you realize he'd been shot.

The other man dropped onto the ground beside the injured one; the shooter escaped, seemingly forgotten.

You saw red pooling around the now limp man. The other held him- actually, hugged him despairingly- shouting what must have been his name before bringing his voice down to a bitter whisper.

You laid back down on your bed, not wanting to see the sad scene outside of your window. You wondered if you should call the police.

But you didn't, instead you tried to coax the disturbing scene out of your head.

You returned back to your normal, uneventful life, and never thought about that night again. You would never understand the deep bond that there had been between those two, neither would you ever understand the loss there had been.

You would never realize that, that night, one person hadn't died, but two.