Sherlock was looking at him. "Uh huh," he wasn't even listening. He was looking over the case files. If Moriarty was behind this case, he didn't think it would be as simple as Moriarty comitting the murders. He knew Moriarty usually had his men to do work like that and avoided been caught.
He closed his eyes trying to think for a moment and focus on all the possiblities. He was quite zoned out for awhile. He knew it would be hard when he needed to go see rthe crime scene but he was stuck in his appartment.
Knowning his head hurt and his mind wasn't as oganized he paused for awhile to play his violin. But even after awhile of playing that, He lay on his side and had tears in his eyes and was shaking as memories of his kidnapping were still bothering him.
He closed his eyes.
The detective didn't want anybody to know he was having these breakdowns. He was sure it would be all over the media as well. He curled up. He did momentarily think of textng John but he didn't.