"You've given us a good chase," the great detective, sherlock holmes, announced as he entered the shadowy room. "But the game is up...show yourself moriarty!"
"Half right, Detective Holmes. The game is up."
John watson knew that voice...but even sherlock couldn't be in two places at ones...still...
"Sherlock..." Watson began. "
Not now, watson, I'm thinking..." hissed the detective out of the corner of his mouth.
"But sherlock..."/p
p style="margin: 6px 0px;""Come now, Holmes. Even The Doctor has guessed it before you."
"If you're not Moriarty...who are you?"
"Bingo. You've finally asked the right question...but then like father like son I suppose." I flicked on the lights. "Checkmate, old man."
"You're not my-..." Sherlock began before a new voice interceded./p
"Oh but he is, isn't he? What've you done /NOW/, Falstaff, hmmm?"
"Uncle Mycroft?!" The Son of Sherlock burst out in suprise. "I thought..."
"That I'd be on business in Buckingham...? I was, until I saw my account being used to hack into...erm...excruciatingly top secret files."
"Ha!" chuckled Sherlock nervously. "I see. Another one of your jokes again! Getting me back for the laxative fruit cake last christmas...jokes over now..."
Mycroft stared blankly at him. "That was you?"
"And you above all should know, father, that Uncle Mycroft has no sense of humor. Ergo he cannot possibly joke. I'm /AM/ /your/ son...mum named me after one of your favorite shakespearean characters...or do you sleep with every woman who appreciates genius?"/