Sherlock seemed to be frustrated for most of his time—for many reasons. For example, he was bored…a lot. If he wasn't on a case he was looking for cases from John's Blog. But one thing that made him frustrated was that no one was on his level—he always had to explain himself. Not even himself actually, just the cases. Would it be so difficult for people to observe a little bit? They had such puny brains.

"Her wound is in her right wrist, but the blood is mostly gathered around her left. This wasn't a suicide. "

"We figured as much." Lestrade replied, just a bit insulted. "Do you have anything else?"

"Lots." Sherlock crouched down to get a closer look at the body.

Jewelry

Expensive clothes

Well kept hair.

Clothes Dry cleaned

Manicured nai—oh what's this?

Sherlock picked up the hand of the girl to examine her nails. They had been well kept, but they had blood and dirt under them.

He next looked at her legs.

Just has he thought. Light hand marks around her calves.

"Anything Sherlock?" John intruded his mind palace.

"I said lots."

"Let's have it then." Said Anderson's quacking voice.

"Anderson I suggest you leave the room before the body feels your idiocy." He snapped. "Well first, there was a struggle—"

"To drag her here?" Said Lestrade.

"No. Now, if you would let me finish." It was surprising the words smack Lestrade to the other room. "but it was much before she died. Do you see these handprints on her legs? She was holding onto something, pr perhaps digging at something. She was trying to escape. Someone dragged her against her will as she fought back." He pointed at the marks on her arms. "the killer tried to get a better grip, scratched her. She tried to defend herself and scratched him—the blood under her nails."

"So we find the killer with the blood under her nails?" John said.

"No." he said scanning the body again.

"But you just sai-"

"Anderson I thought I asked you to leave."

No replies from anyone.

"Thank you. Now, as I was saying, The DNA you will find here is not that of the actual killer. But it is that of the apprentice."

"Apprentice?"

"I know you've heard the word before, John, put it together in your silly little brain."

"The killer didn't want to get his hands dirty. So, he had someone who didn't matter to him do it… but didn't you say it yourself? Serial killers love to be noticed. Why would he hide?"

"Good John, we're making progress. He knew you would call me to the case, he knew that if he did it himself I would figure it out. He wants to playyyy…" He looked at the doctor as he sang his last word with intentions of striking a couple ideas for culprits in John's head.

John's expression said he picked up his hint.

"Well!" Sherlock hopped, "we should really get going! We are very busy. Let's go Johnny-Boy!" Sherlock whipped around and practically pranced out the door. John followed suit. More like dragged by Sherlock's….hmm let's call it charisma. He never really had much of a choice anyway.

"You do everything he tells you to" The words of his Ex-girlfriend slapped him right in the face. "You'd do anything for him"

Maybe not anything…..But he's your flat mate, your friend….maybe anything….

"You're a great boyfriend….to Sherlock."

"I am NOT gay!" John slammed his hand right over his mouth as soon as he realized he said that out loud.

Sherlock stopped moving, but for two reasons. One being that he had waved down a taxi, the other being Johns outburst. He opened the door of the cab, gave John a questioning look and jumped in the car. John followed.

"221B Baker Street." Sherlock told the Cabbie.

They sat in silence for a while. Then Sherlock had to open his Show-Off mouth.

"You really ought to keep your thoughts to yourself."

"Ah, no really? I thought I would just let you hear everything on my mind."

"You say that sarcastically. You don't want me to know everything going on in your head. You're not good at hiding it."

"You're bluffing."

"I never 'bluff'."

"What am I thinking then?"

"Oh don't be silly, I can't read minds. That's absurd. I just know you're thinking about me."

John swallowed. He sighed, trying think of something to say back. "Don't flatter yourself" was the best he could come up with.

"Hm," Sherlock smiled that cocky smile of his. " I wouldn't dream of it."

Back at the apartment, John made some tea while Sherlock got lost in his mind palace—it was best not to interrupt him. He was trying to make sense of it. Moriarty should be dead. Sherlock watched Moriarty take the gun, stick it in his mouth, and pull the trigger. He saw his body hit the ground and the blood drain from his criminal skull. But then again, Sherlock was supposed to be dead, and there he is in the living room. Ms. Hudson was out for a couple of hours—probably grocery shopping and what not. John decided to take his cup of tea and pull out his Lap Top. He decided to update the blog.

The Return of the Evil "M"

John H. Watson

April 17, 2012

We are not yet authorized to release details on the murder, but it looks as if the nemesis of the great Sherlock has returned. There are too many "back from the dead" stories. I mean I'm not complaining, but really, nobody. Well, at least not in the criminal-detective aspect. First the villain dies, then the hero, then the hero comes back to life and, oh, look what do you know? The villain is back too. But, in all honesty, it's only fair. A hero can't be a hero if it has nothing to save the world from. Technically speaking, Sherlock needs him to be back. He gets bored.

But that's another thing, this isn't just a game, to any logical mind at least. Sherlock and M solely believe that its child's play. It's obviously not. They killed each other. But didn't they also bring each other back to life? I don't really know.

Anyway, we aren't entirely sure if he is back yet. Sherlock is pretty convinced,

"John!"

Though—oh, I think Sherlock found something, I'll continue this later.

Author's Note: Oh god, how was it? I tried to be more subtle on the little Johnlock….. Its really hard to do that! Ami going to regret ever writing this? To be honest, I don't have a solid plan on where this is going, so be prepared….I do sort of know what is going to happen. Yay! Review yes? :D ULTIMATE LOVE FOR YOUUUUUUUUUUU.