The mother was apparently poisoned, the son seems to have killed himself playing Russian roulette. It's a murder and a suicide. Or is it a suicide and a murder? At least the case is distracting John from the fact that sex with Sherlock was probably a mistake right from the start. John will learn to cope, one way or another.
This week Chapter 8…in which Sherlock solves the case, and things get very bad, very fast.
Sherlock's head was surprisingly hot in his palm. Sherlock was wearing that cologne that smelled to John vaguely like green tea, odd but very pleasant. Sherlock's shirt was blue so dark it was nearly black and so smooth it looked like the fabric might have been shaved from some solid block instead of woven. The base of his throat was pale and heaving with breath. His face was amazing. He seemed beautiful and alien, eyes nearly silver, and the complex curls around his head seemed outlined in light.
The hardest part of posting this on a weekly schedule has been waiting all these weeks to post this chapter.