Heres the second chapter... Enjoy

Sherlock called for a taxi and they soon arrived at St Clements Church.

"Why are we going to Church Sherlock?" John asked, putting on an 'honest to god I have no clue' sort of face.

" Didn't you see the virus on the computer?" He replied simply.

"Yes." John said, slightly frustrated with Sherlocks remark, how could he of not seen the virus, that was DESTROYING his computer. He lowered his eyebrows.

"I got sent this from an unknown number." He showed John the text, it read 'Someone's going to hell St Clements Church.'

"And you're not contacting the police?" John asked. Sherlock looked at John. "That's just typical of you isn't it, you make out like you want to save people and then you go along to watch?" John was laughing in disbelief now.

"No John, I will contact the police later if I think something is going to happen, though I doubt Lestrade will get there on time." He smiled slightly, and looked down at the phone again. "You can't always trust unknown numbers John, it could be a Hoax. So we are just going to go to Church and see what happens, ok? Undercover. Now stop with these annoying questions, it makes you out to be even stupider, it only works when I ask the questions."

John huffed and didn't reply, because there honestly wasn't any point.

The church was a tall, old, almost foreign looking building, which Sherlock deduced had once belonged to the Danish. A few dribbles and drabbles of old people wobbled their way into the Church, there wasn't many people going, nobody under the age of 74, and Sherlock noticed most of them were ladies. The bells rung out a tune John found familiar. "I know that tune." John said half to himself.

"Good for you" Sherlock answered and walked confidently up to the Church doors, quickly followed by John.

As they entered they slipped in at the back just before the service started.

They were seated next to an old lady with curly white hair, her tired brown hand reached out and patted Sherlock on the shoulder. "What a lovely young man!" She smiled sweetly. "You remind me of my grandson. So young and handsome, I bet you get all the ladies." She winked. Sherlock smiled falsely and turned back towards John. Who laughed until Sherlock glared at him to tell him to shut up. It got quiet in the church when a man stood up and walked down to the front.

"Good morning, now today we have a reading from Julie she will be reading a passage from Matthew..."

On and on and on, Sherlock was so bored, that went to his mind palace to try and figure out something else that has been bothering him. He was only reawakened by John slapping him in the face.

"What?" He said in a whispered shout.

"They are talking about how someone has disappeared who came to this church." John replied. "I thought you might be interested.

"No." Sherlock said. "I'm not. She died, she's not missing."

"How do you know that? Actually I don't want to know." John said and turned back to listen, feeling he was being disrespectful or something.

"Now we all stand to sing the hymn 'Jesus is Lord' it's page 189 in your hymn books." Said the man in a monotone voice which made you want to sleep.

Everyone stood up, and John felt sorry for the old ladies having to stand up, it was bad for their health.

When everyone started singing, Sherlock stood there looking around, eyeing each person, row by row.

Then he felt a sharp jabbing pain in his left foot, It was the heel of the shoe of the lady next to him.

"You have to sing, it's rude not to, come along young man, I'm singing and I'm 94, see, what's your excuse now hmm?"

Sherlock sniffed, and to Johns surprise picked up the hymn book and started to sing, John would never know if he started singing to get the lady off his foot or if he really did want to, because when he started to sing, it was rather good. A strong baritone, which was nice compared to the wobbly voices of the elderly.

On the page the hymn lyrics were on, a scribbly handwritten note has jammed in, it read. 'Wrong Place Sherlock, Wrong place.'

John was amazed by Sherlock's singing and several of the old ladies turned to look at Sherlock and smiled.

After the service they all turned round to talk to him.

"Oh Mavis, did you hear that lovely young man singing, it was rather good, you should come to the choir! What's your name love?" Said one old women.

"How's heart problems?" He replied.

"Oh, better thank you, have we met before?"

"Sherlock Holmes." He said.

"Sherlock! Haven't you grown, last time I saw you, you were this high!" She made a hand gesture to suggest that Sherlock had been about half a foot tall, which he didn't think he had ever been.

"Yes, well it's lovely to see you Iris, bye now." He said, trying to wrap up the tedious conversation.

"Tell your mother I miss reading her books! And tell your brother I miss his clever conversation, it was ever so interesting when he was younger, what does he do nowadays?"

"You can guess," he said, and quickly got up.

"And who is this? Your boyfriend? Well he's lovely too! What's his name?"

"Oh, we're not together..." John said quickly, and smiled at the ladies, who all looked at each other.

"Now we have to go now, so, nice to meet you all, see you again perhaps, I'm a doctor, so I'll be around to help if you need anything, just give me a call." He handed one of them a tiny card.

"You have a card?" Sherlock asked as they walked away.

"You never know when it might come in handy." John replied.

Sherlock put his coat back on as they got back out into the wind, it had started to rain again, just a drizzle, but enough to get you wet.

" I can't stay in that place any longer." He grumbled.

"Sherlock that was bloody amazing." John said after they had walked a little further along the street. Sherlock looked at him. "I always thought you would be rubbish at singing."

"Well thank you John." Sherlock answered and he called for the next taxi. They sat down and Sherlock told the driver to return to Baker Street.

"So the text was a hoax then?" John asked.

"It would seem so." Sherlock said, his voice was slightly on the verge of becoming aggressive, he was disappointed, and was failing at hiding it. But then buzzing sound came from deep in his coat pocket.

Sherlock picked the phone up and held it to his ear.

"There's been a murder at St Clements Church." Came the voice from the other end of the phone. Which John instantly recognised as Lestrade.

"But, we were just there." Sherlock answered. And looked behind him.

"Yeh, well, there's two St Clements Church's, and this is the other one, now you better come quick, coz its a weird one, and it's not my division." Lestrades voice soon crackled out.