"Sherlock took off," John told Scarlett as soon as he saw her and Sarah stood outside a cafe in the warm moist air after the rain had fallen.
"What do you mean?" Scarlett asked him.
"As soon as Lestrade came up he ran off and didn't say a word," John shrugged. "I don't know where he went but he had left before I had a chance to see where he was going."
"Why did he do that?"
"I don't know," John muttered. "Sebastian said some things..."
"What did he say?"
"He said that Sherlock couldn't truly love you because he kept on working the case," John told Scarlett and she shook her head.
"Did he seem upset by it?" she asked him urgently. She knew how Sherlock's mind worked. He analysed every word which was spoken to him and he analysed it to within an inch of its life and that scared Scarlett deeply.
"Slightly," John admitted. "He tried not to show it but he went pale..."
And that was all it took for Scarlett to begin running off down the street. Her feet splashed into puddles as she ran down the street, trying to push people out of her way until she found a cab and climbed into it after jumping out in front of it, pleading for it to stop. She sat on the edge of her seat until it pulled up to 221B Baker Street and she handed the cabby some money from her purse before fishing around for her keys. She quickly walked into the flat and dropped her bag at the bottom of the stairs and pushing her feet from her wet shoes.
"Sherlock!" she called up the steps as she took them quickly. "Sherlock!"
"Yes?" Sherlock's voice came from the living room as he stood near the window which had been mended. He had his hand hanging out from it as Scarlett raised a quizzing brow at him.
"You didn't come back with John," she told him, walking slowly over to the window as Sherlock closed his eyes and flexed his arm which was still in the window.
"I needed some time alone," he grunted as Scarlett stood before him and peered her head out the window to see what he was holding.
"You're smoking?" she asked, moving back in after seeing a cigarette in his hand.
"No," he shook his head.
"Well you're holding a cigarette," Scarlett informed him.
"I am well aware of my own body's actions," he replied in a slight snap before flexing his arm once again and Scarlett undid the buttons to his cuff and rolled his sleeves up to see four nicotine patches on his arm.
"I'm trying to make a choice on what I desire the most," Sherlock told her. "Like I did before."
"What are you talking about?" Scarlett raised a brow.
"I chose the case Scarlett," he told her in a deep and low voice. "I chose the case over you."
"I knew you would," she replied. "It didn't come as a shock."
"But it should have," Sherlock suddenly exclaimed and dropped the cigarette from his hand, allowing it to tumble to the floor before he paced up and down the living room with his hands going through his hair. "It should have annoyed any normal wife that their own husband would rather put her in danger than stay home and be bored."
"But I'm not a normal wife," Scarlett replied. "I'm married to you."
"Exactly," Sherlock clicked his fingers. "And you should have been bothered by it but you weren't...maybe Sebastian was right."
"Bullcrap," Scarlett hissed. "He was right about nothing!"
"Maybe he was," Sherlock shrugged. "Maybe the thrill of the case-"
"Do you care more for the case than for me?" Scarlett snapped at him. Sherlock remained silent for a moment before Scarlett shouted;
"No," Sherlock said quickly. "God damn it no...I try to keep you safe but it never seems to work! And he did warn me you'd get hurt but I said I would carry on. What does that tell you?"
"It tells me that you care for the people who could get hurt-"
"Now you're talking stupid. I don't care for the people Scarlett. People are dying every few minutes so what makes them so special that I should care about them?" Sherlock declared. "Do I really love you?"
"You can't ask me that," Scarlett shook her head. "Only you know the answer to that."
"I thought I did," Sherlock whispered. "But...if I loved you then I wouldn't have carried on with the case..."
"And if you didn't love me then you wouldn't have married me," Scarlett hissed and rose up her hand which showed her engagement and wedding ring. "Does this mean nothing to you?"
"Of course it means something-"
"Then you're overanalysing everything which Sebastian told you," Scarlett hissed. "Do you want me to leave you? Do you want nothing to do with me or your baby?"
"There you go then," Scarlett replied.
"But normal people wouldn't have put you in danger..."
"And you're not normal," Scarlett told him and walked over to him, resting her hand onto his cheek. "I knew you were not a usual man when I first met you and yet I still married you. I know the cases mean a lot to you and I can't pretend I wasn't saddened when you didn't drop the case...but...it's the mystery which you need and...well...I understand Sherlock...you like the danger..."
"So why are you still with me?" he asked her.
"Because I love you. Is that not enough?"
"It shouldn't be."
"But is it?"
"I don't know..."
"I do," Scarlett said forcefully. "Do you love me?"
"I thought I did..."
"No," Scarlett shook her head. "When you love someone you don't need to think about it. It is something which comes naturally, not something which you can look up in text books and research...it's what we have Sherlock."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm always sure," she replied cockily, "don't question your wife."
And for once, Sherlock Holmes didn't question her.
A/N: So that is the last chapter of the story! But don't worry my dear readers...I have my one shots which may begin tonight if you're lucky! And so I say a large thank you to all of my readers and my constant reviewers and do look out for the one shots! Thank you!