Sherlock Simpson Alternate Ending

Chapter One
Sherlock Holmes had made an enemy.
It was not in his best interests, with the detective just closing up a murder case that involved a bloodthirsty beast and multiple killers. It’s no secret many people would love to put a bullet through him, but those people are, more often than not, put behind bars.
Of course, it did not seem to bother him at all.
“Watson! You’ve made tea, haven’t you?” exclaimed the gentleman that sat, with his hands clasped, in a green armchair that faced the fireplace.
No, I had not.
“Just a minute, all right? You could’ve made it yourself, you know.” I replied haughtily. I wasn’t in the best of moods. Normally, we’re both be overjoyed and celebratory after a mystery solved, but I just could not be wholly happy until the letters
I had friends, of course, besides Sherlock, but not many. And it wasn’t as if I could drop by for tea anytime. They had regular jobs. They were busy. Although cases upon cases pile up and we’re always working on something… I wish I could take a break. Just stop for a couple of weeks. Is that so terrible to want? I haven’t ever considered this my job. It’s not a signed commitment. So why don’t I just walk out the door right-
“Good morning.”
I jumped.
After spending approximately a month at Baskerville Hall with a wild dog on the loose, not to mentions two murderers, I was a bit jumpy. We had said goodbye to Sir Charles, but he still visited us occasionally. Every sight of him brought back the vision of Selden, and those terrible eyes, peeking through the rocks in the middle of the moor.
“Watson? Can you hear me? I said, ‘Mrs. Hudson made us breakfast. We better go compliment her cooking before she stops doing it.’ Your mind has been somewhere far from Baker Street ever since we got back from the Hall. You are all right?
This caringness was extremely unusual. I answered him with a nod, and immediately changed out of my night clothes into some appropriate clothing. The day had