Sherlock was standing in the living room of 221B Baker Street watching John's cold form stand on the street bellow. Mycroft was relaying the killer's movements in the house to Sherlock over the phone. Greg Lestrade and five of the Yard's best officers were making their way to Baker Street. John reached into his pocket and got a text, Mycroft read it off to Sherlock, "Look up John; I want you to see your killer." John and Sherlock looked up together, right at Sherlock's eye level was a man with a blow pipe, he brought it to his mouth and it shattered. Sherlock had shoot and killed the man across the street. But then another shoot was fired from down the street and John collapsed. Sherlock shoot the second man.

"John, are you okay?" Sherlock asked running at him.

"Sherlock I'm fine, really I am he barely got me," John said as his right pants leg was getting stained dark red.

"John we have to get you to a hospital," Sherlock insisted.

"Fine," Sherlock helped John stand up and the two of them hobbled over to the cop cars that had just rounded the corner.

Greg glanced at John and called over one of the younger officers who then drove the two too the ER. Two hours latter Mycroft found Sherlock in front of the hospital smoking a cigarette.

"You know you really shouldn't do that Sherlock," Mycroft said walking up to him.

"You know most brothers would offer some condolences."

"We're not most brothers."

"Let me guess, 'caring is not an advantage?'" Sherlock said quoting his older brother.

"It may not be an advantage but that doesn't mean you shouldn't care," with that Mycroft strolled off swinging his signature umbrella.

Thinking about what Mycroft had said Sherlock put his cigarette out and went inside. He spent two hours waiting for John to come to, but it only took five seconds to tell John he loved him.

Three days later they were back home. They were sitting watching the TV one night when John asked, "Whatever happened that night anyway?"

"Keith Miller was an American serial killer; he had a drug dealer cousin in Brazil who got him his drugs and his weapons. Keith's goal was to bring down whole families. He thought that we were a disease that needed to be eradicated. But anyway that's how he chose his victims, the rest was simple, he would scare them then kill them, so when he came for you I was ready. The only thing I didn't account for was an accomplice," said Sherlock. "I truly am sorry about that."

"Sherlock I'm okay, that's all that matters," John said planting a kiss on Sherlock's lips.

"No it's not," said Sherlock kissing him back. "And I'll never let it happen again."