Couldn't just leave it like that, so here's a little Coda.

Sherlock burst in through the door, mobile in one hand. He stopped short and took in the room with that all-consuming gaze of his. John could tell Sherlock was surprised to find him casually sitting in his chair, cup of tea in hand, but he just smiled innocently.

"John, I just saw the news." Sherlock blinked a few times. "You haven't heard..." John was touched to realize Sherlock was trying to figure out how to tell him that Olivier's court case had just been dismissed.

"I know," John said finally. "Caught it on the telly a few minutes ago."

"But you're not upset? I thought..."

"No, no, I'm fine. Really, it's OK."

"But he... but you..."

"You mean how he murdered five soldiers in cold blood and was responsible for most of the illegal drugs on the streets of London?"

"Well, yes."

"And how I would have shot him, except for you stopping me?"

"And that."

"No," he shrugged, "I'm fine."

Sherlock looked baffled. It was an unusual expression for him and John couldn't help enjoying seeing his flatemate at a loss for words.

Finally, Sherlock crossed the room and sat down on the couch.

"Well, that's good then. I guess."

"Yup."

John's cell went off and he hopped up to get it out of his coat hanging on the back of a kitchen chair.

"Yes, this is Dr. Watson. Excellent. Yes, the papers are all signed. You'll pick him up tomorrow, right? Yes, extremely delusional, will need to be kept in isolation. A sad, sad story, but we'll do what we can for him. Thank you, good bye." John ended the call and tried unsuccessfully to keep a smirk off his face.

"What was that about?"

"Oh, nothing." He turned and put the kettle on. "Just helping out a retired soldier. Old fellow, quite mentally ill. I heard about his situation and pulled some strings to have myself assigned as his doctor. Had to order him institutionalized. He's so sick and old, I can't see him ever stepping outside again."

"I see."

"Damn shame really." John shook his head, avoiding Sherlock's gaze.

"I see," Sherlock repeated, a smile creeping across his face. "I'm shocked John, really, I am. You mean to say you've used your credentials to falsify medical records in order to execute what amounts to vigilante justice?"

John came back into the living room and handed Sherlock a cup of tea.

"Sounds about right," said John settling back into his chair with a fresh cup.

They sat in silence for a moment, enjoying their tea and thoughts.

"Well done," said Sherlock finally.

"Yup." John put his feet up on the coffee table.

"Dinner in? I was thinking Thai."

"Sounds grand. But then I'm going to turn in. I think I'll sleep well tonight."

"Yes, I think we both will."

The End.