It isn’t until four years later when he finds himself once again on the roof of St Bart’s Hospital that Sherlock finally has to admit Moriarty was right. Crime is common, genius is rare.
Without Jim, he is nothing.
We met twice, five minutes in total. I pulled a gun; he tried to blow me up… I felt we had a special something.
“I imagine John Watson thinks love is a mystery to me, but the chemistry is incredibly simple…”