A/N this may be a bit dark...

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The building we had arrived at was a large grey warehouse. Frank Hudson was here somewhere. He was here and he was mad. In both ways.

Sherlock and I arrived to the scene in a cab. I couldn't even see for all the police surrounded the open area in which Frank Hudson stood. Frank Hudson stood gun drawn face contorted in an unholy rage. The gun aimed at a young Asian man.

We walked over quickly to find a good place to see. I stared in horror as the Asian man begged for his life.

"I didn't do it I swear! What reason would I have to double cross you?!" he shrieked, eyes wide.

"You did it I know you did! You are the only one who could have possibly leaked this place!" Frank roared.

"Please I have a wife and children!" the other man babbled.

"THAT'S THEIR PROBLEM!" Shouted Frank, spit flying from his mouth.

BANG.

Red splattered all over the pavement. I turned and vomited. Sherlock saw what was happening and held my hair out of the way. When I had finished I stood up shaking. The police had already gotten Frank into the car.

"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked rubbing my back.

"I wanna go home." I said eyes wide. He pulled me in for a hug.

"I wanna go home..." I mumbled into his chest.