(A/N: I'd just like to say a GINORMOUS thank you for Arkare for the wonderful cover art! The blond character on the left is Shara and the character on the left is Sherlock, of course!)

The Nails of Terror (Chapter 1)

08:20, Monday

It's another rainy, foggy, cold Monday in February… The rain drops are fall out of the sky like hundreds and thousands of beautiful, sparkly diamonds, however I was running away from them just to get to a dry place and get my morning latte.

Finally, I can see the café in the fog… I walk in… As I shake the rain drops of my coat, I turn to the way of the tables… I look around and… Someone catches my eyes… Beautiful, brownish-green, hawk like eyes, curly, black hair that sits on his head like a bird nest. He had a long, black winter coat on with a scarf in his neck and he wears a suit under it without a tie… quite unique, but unusual… He's reading a newspaper and enjoying a black coffee... Anyway, I walk up to the till and order my latte.

I'm facing to the way of the tables again… Trying to find a space for myself but since the only space left is at his table; I have to sit there…

So, I'm walking up to his table...

''Is this seat is free?'' I asked as I pointed to the seat opposite him.

He looks up from his newspaper, has a look at me from head to toe and than I can see the right corner of his mouth lift a bit and maybe, just maybe I've seen a little twinkle in his eyes.

"Well..." He picks up his coffee cup, takes a sip of it and puts it back. "Does it look like that anyone sits there?" He asked in a really sarcastic voice.
So, I sit on the seat opposite him, he looks back into his newspaper, I take a sip of my latte and start to think...

'I've know his face from somewhere but from where? I've definietly saw him before... Somewhere...' I look up from my thinking and a newspaper article on the cover page of the newspaper that he's reading and it says: 'Sherlock Holmes: the new internet sensation!' And there was a picture of Him next to it. And than it hit me! He's Sherlock Holmes! How can I be that stupid to miss the world's best 'consulting detective'?

''Shara Rogers..." He murmurs under his breath.

"Excuse me?" I asked because I didn't really understand what he said.

"Shara Rogers..." He starts again. "Aged 37, lawyer at Pearson & Co., one of the best..."

"Well, that is great to hear that I have a new fan; Sherlock Holmes..."

"Hmp..." His reaction was calm, short and clever as always... He puts his newspaper down. "I am happy to hear that you've worked out who I am... But do you know WHY am I here?"

"I have no idea Sherlock, but I'm waiting for you to tell me!"
He moves a bit foward into my direction and whispers.

"He's back, Shara..."

"Who? Who's back, Sherlock?" I ask with a really confused expression on my face.
He lean even more closer to my face. I can feel his breath on my neck.

"Moriarty..." He whispers into my ear.

"What?" I cried out loud as I went white as a wall. "Do... Do you mean James Moriarty? He... He can't be! The last time I've seen him was more than 5 years ago, in court..."

"Shara; don't you remember? Weirdly, he only got 4 years in prison."

"Oh yeah... That 'little' robbery of his..."

"I've go this text in the morning from him. Here read it..." He shows the text for me. It says:"WHOOPS! I THINK I DID SOMETHING BAD AGAIN, SHERLOCK... JM"

"Quite sarcastic isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is... Anyway, we have a case to solve!" Jumps Sherlock up from his seat, picks his cup up, drinks the last couple of drops of coffee, buttons up his suit and runs to the way of the door. "But first... We have to find John!" I quickly drink my latte and run after him.

"Do you mean Dr. Watson?"

"Yep!" And he was out of sight all ready and in a cab. I quickly jumped in after him, just before he closed the cab door.

"You've nearly closed the door on me!" I nearly shout at him.

"Whoops! Sorry! My bad!" He says in a extremely sarcastic voice that I haven't heard from him before.

"Ha ha ha! It is really funny isn't it?" I ask in an even more sarcastic voice. "But now shall we talk about what Moriarty did... Again?"

"Yeah, of course..." And he pauses.

"So? I'm listening!"

"Oh, so you're waiting for me to say something!" His voice is seems to be quite surprised because of that, and his eyes too... "Sorry I throught that you're going to say something about the case... But since that you don't know anything about it than it seems like I have to tell everything to you; at least the stuff that I already know..."

"Well than... If you could start right from the start I would be really happy!" I announce in a quite annoyed voice.

"Well..." He pauses for a couple of seconds, that are seems to be ages. "The only thing I know is that a bomb, propably a nailbomb, is been set off in the morning at exactly 8 o'clock in Brixton, London in front of a busy office building." He pauses to get some air and than he continues. "45 people where injured, no one died and there was only one person with severe injury; a nail in the head. The bomb was in a sports bag, in the bomb there could had been aproximetly 1500 nails..."

"Have you've been on the crime scene before?" I ask with a really surprised face and voice.

"No, I haven't! I just know a couple of stuff about nail bombs! Oh, and the rest of the stuff is from Detective Inspector Lestrade... He's already been on the crime scene. Oh, here we are!" He jumps out of the cab as it stops.

"Oh, so this is the famous house! 221B, Baker Street..."

"Yep..." Sherlock shouts over his shoulder on his way in...