Youre Only Human

“It’s not enough,” Sherlock snapped, his fingers finally stilling on the keyboard. His piercing eyes shifted to John, as though the weight of the world rested in this unsolved mystery. "There’s something more, something we’ve missed. The pattern isn’t complete. The killer might be behind bars, but the game isn’t over. There’s a thread we haven’t pulled yet."John exhaled slowly, feeling a chill run through him. He had seen Sherlock like this before; on the precipice of obsession. Once Sherlock latched onto an unsolved puzzle, there was no rest until every piece was perfectly aligned, no matter the cost. John had learned to pick his battles when it came to his flatmate, but this time he’d felt it was right to step in."You need to step back before you get lost in it," John urged, his voice steady but firm. "Whatever thread you think is sticking out, it can wait until morning. You're running on fumes, Sherlock."ORJohn Watson tries to get Sherlock to get some rest