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Undercover after Reichenbach, tracking the snipers who threatened his friends, Sherlock has one thing left he can depend on: his mind. But when he faces making his first kill, alone among the mad excesses of Las Vegas, the pressure turns out to be greater than even he can endure without John beside him.
This fic is described by vulgarshudder as 'The trigger to the BOMB OF FEELS [Malta Bright]'. Heh.
- Part 1 of Four Corners of the Western World