Yeah, I know, I know. I just thought if Sherlock could fake his own death, why can't Moriarty?
Sherlock sighed as he looked at his family. Molly was still asleep, Sally and Sunny were both was watching Sunny like a hawk. After the fight, Sally had grown more protective of the three children, most of all Sunny.
Sherlock considered each of his team's abilitys. Sunny, the youngest,was smart like her brother and sister and tough like her cousin. She knew all the pressure points in the human body, making her a skilled fighter for an 11 month old. Klaus, the next youngest,was skilled at research and traps. Violet was the same way, but most all with inventions and building the traps. Sally, his little sister, worked for the police, making her askilled fighter. They all were. Then, he had the feeling they were being watched.
Olaf moved quietly from Moran. There was something he needed to check. "Be right back." he pushed his chair back, and left. A figure wearing a black coat snuck in through the window. Carefully, almost hesitantly, he reached over to try to shake Moran awake. "I will not wake him if I was you." the figure stiffened, and turned. When he saw Olaf, he relaxed.
The man pulled back the hood of his coat, reviling a man of clear Irish decent.