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Two days after the truth was known Sherlock and John made their way to Scotland Yard. News had surely spread of their recent revelation, Sherlock didn't seem to care as normal but John was unsure of what everyone thought.

Sherlock looked over at John who sat next to him in the cab. John, sensing himself being watched, looked back at Sherlock and Sherlock gave him a small and comforting smile. John smiled back.

The cab pulled up and they paid him and made their way into the station where they were sure a big meeting was taking place that they were going to have to walk into.

Sherlock led the way and found the meeting room for their team. They opened the door and found the familiar faces of the officers sat facing Lestrade who stood at the front. Everyone went silent and stared at them. They seemed to be looking closer at the two men, obviously attempting to see the similarities.

Suddenly a woman in the second row said out loud "It can't be true!" and then looked down at the ground, but a lot of people were nodding in agreement.

"Well it is as we've seen the proof." Sherlock and John said at the same time, making every person look up at them startled.

Sherlock and John looked at their gaping audience and said in unison "What?"

Then Sherlock turned to John and said "Oh, well this could be rather fun."

To which John replied with a snort and a nod.

"It is true, Meryl. Those two were like... freaky super five year olds." Anderson said.

"Sorry... 'Freaky'?" John challenged.

Anderson realised his mistake and stammered "I... I mean..."

John cut him off "Oh, I know what you mean."

"John-"John cut Sherlock off.

"No, Sherlock, you are not a freak!" John said.

Sherlock realised that John had been protecting him rather than himself and sighed "I'm sorry, John, but I think you are the only one with that opinion here."

John huffed and crossed his arms in annoyance "You're not a freak." He mumbled and Lestrade tried to get back into where they were going and what they would be faced with.

"Now, I'll need all of you there working at your best." Lestrade finished.

"We'll be getting a cab as usual, Lestrade." Sherlock said and the twins walked out, Sherlock gave their cabbie the address and they were there before the rest of the team.

The team arrived quickly and found Sherlock and John knelt next to two bodies in a living room, blood was all around the men and they lay facing each other.

Sherlock stood up and was completely silent; John frowned and looked up at him, as did everyone else.

"John." Sherlock said.

John got up and stood next to Sherlock.

The two bodies in front of them were of two men, one with dark blonde hair and the other had brown hair, and one was slightly smaller than the other.

"What is it, Sherlock?" John asked carefully.

"These two men. Are twins." Sherlock said.

"What?" John asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Oh come on, John. Not all twins are identical, I mean look at us! It is obvious by their age, their slight similarities and the few pictures around the room." Sherlock said.

Sherlock pointed at the pictures of family photos and such.

"In most of these photos they are together. As children they are more similar and in some photographs are even wearing the same clothes, it is sometimes common for parents to dress twins in similar or the same clothing. But look, they obviously don't live together, this is a house that only homes one man. The shorter man had been visiting his brother when they were attacked. I see that the taller man tried to push his brother out of harm's way by the footprints in this new carpet." Sherlock said.

"Okay then." John said.

"Don't you see, John? Think, John!" Sherlock said.

John looked into Sherlock's eyes and the puzzles started to fit together.

"Moriarty? You think Moriarty did this?" John asked.

"Think about it, John. Our first case after we find out we're twins. Twins are murdered, not identical and different sizes, much like us. He'd do this; he'd want to scare us." Sherlock said surely.

"Is it a threat or a warning?" John asked in fear.

"I don't think so. He likes to play games, John; he just wants to see us scared. He wants us to see what it would be like if we died." Sherlock said.

John's looked around quietly and his eyes came to rest on a large photograph.

"Oh my God. Sherlock!" John said.

Everyone's attention fell on John who was slowly walking towards a wall. The soldier unhooked the picture from the wall and turned it in his arms to face everyone.

"It's us." John stated.

And so it was. John and Sherlock were about four years old. They were stood in a garden, Harry and Mycroft could be seen running around behind them. Sherlock and John were stood in matching dungarees, both with smiles on their faces and had their arms outstretched as they ran to the person who was behind the camera. They looked very cute.

Sherlock stepped forward, took the picture, placed it face down on the sofa and took the backing off of it. He pulled the picture out and read out what was written on the back.

"Hello cutie-pies, loving the dungarees. It's just a small reminder that I'm still out here. All my death-wishes, Jim." Sherlock read out.

"Sherlock... what do we do?" John asked.

"There's nothing we can do. But wait until he wants to dance again." Sherlock said.

John sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

Sherlock turned to Lestrade and said "Well this case is wrapped up. Moriarty is to blame, there is nothing we can do." And he walked out.

John looked up at the officers and saw their confusion "Its fine." He said and walked out too.

He found Sherlock in a cab, waiting for him to get in too.

They rode in silence for a few moments before John said "I'm not scared."

Sherlock looked across to him and gave a small smile "We probably should be." He said.

"No, we've got each other. We'll be fine." John said.

Sherlock nodded and then went back to staring out of the window.

"Christmas is coming." John commented.

"Yes, I'm sure mum and dad will send us an invitation or phone us. They'll want to celebrate a Christmas together again." Sherlock said.

"And we will." John smiled.

Sherlock smiled and slowly unfolded the picture they had found and looked down at them "It will be a good Christmas this year." Sherlock said.

John looked over at Sherlock and saw a distant look in his eye "What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"I'm still trying to find some memories of us in the past." Sherlock said.

"Found any yet?" John asked.

"Not yet. But I haven't given up yet." Sherlock said.

"I'm just waiting. Usually I remember odd things when my memory is triggered. If there are any memories stored away up here they'll come in time." John said, tapping his forehead.

Sherlock smiled.