The rain poured hard outside on the cold stone streets of London. Outside a door marked "Dr. Lenold Carter" a man stood in the rain. His black suit was stained in a shiny wet coat of rain water. He stood still out side the door not moving at all except the frequent tapping of his foot. His hair clung in wet clumps on his head as the rain kept pouring down harder and harder. Suddenly a noise steered from inside. The door clicked from the inside, the door knob turned and slowly the door opened. A middle aged man with a red curly beard in a doctors coat opened it.

"We don't except visitors at this ti-. Oh, it's you please come in."

Dr. Carter said as he saw the soaked mans face. The man walked in not bothering to scrape his shoes on the mat an walked to sit on the couch making wet splashing noises as he walked. Dr. Carter flinched as the man made a big wet stain on is antique coach as he sat down. The man looked at Dr. Carter.

"So this is the famous freak doctor, Jim Moriarty the name and killi'n Sherlock's the game."

Dr. Carter knew who Moriarty was but still shook when he heard the soaked mans name. He looked at Moriarty.

"What do you want from me?"

"Well, you see my plan to have Sherlock committing suicide did not work-"

"Well people did think you blew your brains out."

Doctor carter muttered. Morriarty looked at him.

"Well I did the miss me thing so I obously did not. as I was saying I need a knew way to get at Sherlock and as said in my email I know you are the person to do it."

"I won't do such a thing to a man."

Morriarty reached into his jacket to pull out a gun.

"I think you will."