Holmes

The news had been tantalising for the best part of the week, even right now it had become a comfort to read in the days where it had been busy. Sitting down in a room of silence, a cup of perfectly brewed cup of tea in hand and the newspaper opened to the main article of today, John Watson felt a smile creep onto his lips.

With Sherlock god knows where, Mrs Hudson in her own apartment most likely bumbling about without much sound, Watson was learning to take these precious calm moments as a treasured thing. In fact right now, sitting in his usual armchair Watson was grinning like a fool at the latest article written purely about the blog that had blown up over the internet as of late. His.

It seemed that it was becoming a bigger hit every day the more people read it. With Sherlock back, alive and well and not a soul had mentioned his dive from St. Bart's hospital roof, people were relishing in the new stories as of late. It seemed the world had craved the stories about the genius that worked as the only consulting detective in the world.

As Watson sat there, lips pressed to his cup while he sipped on his tea peacefully and eyes on the paper, it seemed someone was ready to shatter that. A set of thumping footsteps echoed out on the stairs in the hallway. Ah, right on cue Watson supposed. He threw the newspaper down on the side table and sighed as he readied himself for another one of those episodes from his best friend.

The front door swung open and in stepped a mud and blood soaked Sherlock Holmes, a World War One rifle in hand and a set of broken glasses hanging from his face and his ever so curly hair… still curly. "John!" Sherlock glared down at the ex army doctor while he in return glanced up at him and sighed, "What the hell happened?!" His eyes trailed over the mess that the genius had bought in with him.

Sherlock glanced behind him at the trail of dry mud and then back at John, "No one would let me in their taxi. I had to walk John!" As if walking was the hardest thing to do right now. John rolled his eyes and looked him up and down, "Well I am not surprised no one would let you in the taxi. You're covered in grime and you have a bloody gun in your hand!" Oh it was that 'harpooning the pig' experiment all over again.

Sherlock threw him a look of disgust and anger at John before chucking the gun to one side against the wall. He trudged past John before stopping in the doorway to the kitchen, "I'm going for a shower…" John simply shrugged as he picked the newspaper up, maybe he would get his peaceful half hour of reading after all.

Of course, with no answer the detective swayed off to the bathroom in order to scrub away the grime from the experiment he had carried out only a few hours ago. It seemed he was correct to think that his latest victim was brutally murdered with the use of an old baronet gun right in the heart of a re-enactment. Well, he says brutally but it was a simple accident.

The moment Sherlock was out of the room, the soft sound of shower water running, John stole the moment to finally pick up the newspaper and return to the article at hand. He really did love how The Times portrayed his work, the rather insightful thoughts they had on Sherlock now that he was back, then again he didn't like the nastier comments, he hated those. At least now he had his friend back he supposed.

Something on the edge of the article caught his eye, a face of a young girl no older than eighteen stood out against the greyish background of the paper. He furrowed his brow and pulled it closer to his face so he could read the mini article.

Fifth girl to go missing on the Triton Estate.

In the space of two weeks it seems that young and old have started to disappear on the formerly rich estate. Since Nobleman, Stanely Triton passed away a month ago, it seems people who have gone searching for the money he left behind or keepers of the grounds have gone missing.

Danni Welsh, 19, went missing after going in search for her brother, Stefan Welsh, 30. Stefan was a well respected keeper of the grounds but disappeared not long after Triton passed away at the age of 94.

John frowned, for a moment it seemed that the estate was just a dangerous place and no doubt a random killer lived there, or that it allowed people to go missing on their own watch because they wanted to. Either way, they had not been called in because the police made no connection between the victims.

A sudden clattering echoed out from the bathroom forcing Watson to glance over his shoulder in the direction of the noise. Now what?! Sherlock stumbled out into the kitchen, a towel wrapped around his waist and black hair dripping wet with a few bubbles still left in. "John! John, the news!" He skidded into the lounge and pointed at the TV, apparently he was enjoying listening to the shower radio since John had bought one mainly for himself while he soaked in his evening baths.

John swept the remote up into his hand and switched on the news, it seemed the missing person's case had now become big news. The face of the regular BBC reporter filled the screen, the stunning house sat behind him as he spoke about the victims. "Here, in the gardens of the Triton Estate, it seems the police are still looking for signs of how or even why the five people went missing here on these grounds."

Sherlock sat himself on the sofa, fingers steepled under his chin as he watched closely while water dripped from his hair and bare body. So it was apparent he had been following this story for sometime now. His eyes narrowed on the screen, searching the surroundings around the reporter until something caught his eye. "John, pause it!" He pointed at the screen, trying to get his friend to pause the news (something he was grateful to have on Sky TV).

John paused the News the moment Sherlock began to freak out over whatever he had seen behind the reporter. "There!" Sherlock rammed his finger to the screen as he scuttled over and pointed to a strange figure that seemingly blended into the background. In all honesty John was shocked that even Sherlock had spotted it because it seemed to effortlessly merge in.