#thedeductingassistant

Dear Caiden,

I realize this letter and it's concern for you won't make much sense because of the past events. Though I feel compelled to write it out to you now then to wait. Everything I do now, has a reason and a purpose and I am sorry that it will no doubt affect you.

Through our conversation well away we discussed waiting until after my next job before I finally give an answer. Though it pains me to give you up because I do love you. It just isn't the same love you have for me. I have to let you go. Though you have probably sworn me off and don't need me to confirm our ending. Confirm it I must anyways.

Good-Bye

yours,

Kadence had arrived home a day early in order to get everything in place. Moriarty wanted to test her loyalty and he had chosen a hell of a way for her to do that. At least it was her and nobody else. Anyone else might cause harm well she could ensure safety... for the most part. 

She sat waiting in the terminal for her three boys to arrive back home. Her hair died black and cut just a little shorter with bangs. Dark sunglasses covered her eyes and a rather dark black biker chick dress code was apparently implemented when going bad.

As soon as she spotted John she dialled the code for an emergency to go down. Uncle wasn't the only one with a few homeless connections. A faked heart attack would draw the doctor away from Caiden and Sherlock. As the paramedics arrive A quick injection to John's neck from behind and suddenly he is the victim who is in need of the gurney. It was easy enough pull off the switch, she had arranged for her homeless victim to be garbed just as John was. She knew what he had planned on wearing home, mostly because she had picked it out for him. Most of the caring citizens were moriarty's men or her own which made convincing anyone nearby that John in fact was the one who needed care easy. 

The last step was confusing the hell out of Caiden and Sherlock. They would now be closing in realizing more was going on then a medical emergency.