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I sniffled as I looked up at the cloudy night sky. This town went to sleep after the sun went down and it was calming. There was a light hum of cars and watching the lights go by was relaxing. I took a swig of Bourbon, that I managed to steal from the Hospital break room and tilted my head back to look at the stars that showed through the clouds.

I knew it was all over but I couldn't get out of my mind that Moriarty was out there somewhere but for now, he was out of the picture. We saved London at costs. Because of those costs, Kale wasn't coming back. This was all over but I couldn't stop thinking that there was something else that I needed to do, or some other sacrifice that needed to be done, but that was not possible. This case was solved and we put a stop to it.

Now everything was finished, I didn't know what my next step was going to be. When Kale was around, after this case we were going to be together, but that was not a possibility now. After everything that has happened, I knew that I could never truly leave this city. It needed me, Sherlock needed me, and I needed them. I would be forever working with Sherlock to save London time and time again, but it was going to be hard without Kale.

Deep down I had hoped that Kale would come back. I wanted Moriarty have played a game with me and he was really keeping him alive in some small room somewhere. Or I wanted Kale to have faked his death, like I did. I didn't want his death to be real.

I took another drink of Bourbon and felt it sting going down my throat. I didn't like the ending to this story. But I needed to be happy with what I had, not what I lost. Like kale said before, I had a whole department full of people that cared about me. I just needed to remember that. This was a good life and people heal. I could heal. I knew I could, I just need time but that was the hardest part. I wasn't going to be the same, but I could survive. I needed to be here and help save the people of this town. 

I heard footsteps come closer to me on the roof top but I didn't bother to look back. I knew the gait of this one. Sherlock. Somehow he always seemed to find me, no matter if I wanted to be found or not.

"Great view up here," Sherlock sighed. He sat down next to me, letting his feet dangle over the edge of the hospital building. He looked at the bottle of Bourbon in my hand and ask, "mind if I?"

I shrugged. "Help yourself," I said as I gave it to him. I was done with it anyhow. John was going to be not very happy when he found out I was drinking with a concussion, but who cared.

I looked down again at all the cars below my feet. I had to be at least six stories up. Everything looked so small. Here I was felt safe. I was just far away from every ones grasps but still close enough to see everything from below. Here, no one could get me. I was untouchable. I didn't want to get down from here.   

He took a drink and then looked at me. He had something on his mind. "We've been looking for you."

If he told me I had to spend the night at this hospital, I was going to flip. "Oh yeah?" I asked as I looked at him, trying to read his mind before he spoke.

He pushed his hair out of his face to look at me better. He needed a hair cut. He looked nearly as beat up as I did. After treatment here, we both were ready to leave, but no one would let us go just yet. "We found something out."

His worry in his eyes made me worried. "And what is that?" I asked as I braced myself for the worst. There must be a thing that Moriarty left behind that we had to fix or else Mycroft would do something to us. Or maybe Moriarty was really dead and Mycroft was mad at me for killing him. There were so many things that they could have found out.

He sighed as he took another drink of the honey-colored drink. "Mycroft has him."

I frowned at him, I was confused. "Has who?" I asked, not completely following what he was saying to me. I was too tired to think clearly.

He gave me a look then said, "I think you know who I'm talking about."

Suddenly, it was like a light bulb went off in my mind. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I looked at Sherlock. My heart was racing as I thought about the idea. "Kale." I breathed out. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see him right now.

Sherlock stood up from his seat and explained, "he's been in coma since he was shot. He made it through a few different surgeries, but he hasn't woken up since. They are worried about brain damage. I just found out this information myself. Mycroft was keeping it quiet from all of us."

I listened to him talk but nothing really sank in. All I cared about was that he was alive. He wasn't dead. Our story wasn't quite over yet. "Where is he?" I got up from the ledge and shoved my shaking hands behind my back to hide them from Sherlock. Although, they were shaking so much I knew he would notice them anyhow.

"He's on the third floor. Room number 347."

I mouthed thank you to him and turned on my heels. I left Sherlock alone on the roof top without saying another word. With my hospital gown flowing behind me I walked with a purpose down the stairs and halls to get to his room.

When I finally got to room number 347, I found that the door was cracked open and so I walked in. There laying on the bed hooked up to a lot of different machines was Kale. I whipped a tear from my face and gave a small smile. He wasn't dead. "Hi Kale." I said and gave a nervous chuckle, not really knowing what to say to him. I sat by his bed and grabbed his warm hand. "I thought you died. I missed you so much." I sat by his side for what felt like forever in silence.

To break the silence, Molly walked in with a small smile when she saw me with Kale. "Sherlock found you I suppose?"

I looked at her and gave a small smile. "Yeah, he did."

"I didn't know he was in the hospital until only a few hours ago. It's amazing that I missed this."

I frowned. Another trick that Mycroft played on everyone and for an unknown reason. "Mycroft kept it to himself on purpose," I said bitterly.

She frowned. "I'm sure he had a good reason."

I shook my head at her. "Not likely. He just likes to see me suffer. He always had. All I want to do is live my life and lately, he just wants to mess it up."

There was a minute of silence, I'm guessing she really didn't know what to say back to that. I was guessing she thought I was right but didn't want to say it out loud. "Well, I'll let you have some time alone."

I looked at her with fear in my eyes. I suddenly didn't want to be alone with just Kale. For an odd reason, I felt like a child left alone with a stranger. "I don't know what to say to him." I said softly as I looked at sleeping Kale.

"Start with where you guys left off. Tell him the story of what happened," Molly said before she walked out, leaving me alone with him.

I looked back at Kale and frowned. "I don't know where to start. I missed you so much. Um, ok. Alright, so this story leaves off with a girl and a boy that she loves so much. One day this boy left for what the girl felt like forever. She felt alone and scared but he left notes to guide her. So I guess this girl was not on her own because this boy helped her out." I started to dive into the story. The more I talked out loud the more I was able to sort out my thoughts. Soon I was laughing and I didn't feel so awkward with him. "And you know what? Here I was, in the alley way and I thought, this was it. He's going to kill me right here. I got that wrong."