Author's Note: Sorry it's been a few days. I was out of town and didn't have internet. I don't know for sure when I'll post chapter 4 probably in the next day or two but, my mom's friend died and with the funeral and stuff it could be later. I just want to say thanks to all of you readers, I really appreciate you spending time reading my stuff. Special thanks to my friend Alexis who has been here since I started this and is helping me stay emotionally stable as I go through writers block, friendship problems, and relationship junk. Again I ask you to PLEASE review the story I want to hear from you! Thanks. -HB
Sherlock stared at the computer screen updating his website. Update: The young woman we found dead yesterday has lead to an interesting case. John and I are currently working with a group who calls themself Torchwood. I'm not going to divulge into details of who they are and what they do but, it is definitely making for an interesting day. He stepped back from the computer and headed over to where Gwen and John stood performing an autopsy on the victim. "Any idea what could have killed her yet?" Sherlock said examining the body.
"Probably just a weevil." Gwen said with a shrug. "It's extremely common."
Sherlock poked at the wound with a scalpel. "This is a perfectly split injury. No way was this done by an animal. It looks more like a blade."
"Sherlock, I have never seen a knife that would have left those marks."
"Couldn't a strong laser cause the same thing?" Gwen suggested.
"Perhaps." Sherlock walked over to his desk and sat in the chair with his hands intertwined, pressing his index fingers to his lips.
Gwen opened her mouth to speak but, was stopped by a look from John.
"Don't bother to talk to him when he's thinking. He doesn't hear anything." John said rolling his eyes.
A beeping noise from across the room caught all of their attention. Sherlock stood and walked toward the noise, which he knew was his mobile in his coat pocket. He unlocked the screen to reveal a text message from a blocked number.
Hello darling. Did you miss me? We haven't talked in awhile. A little birdy told me you were working for Torchwood and let me tell you something. Don't look into things you will never understand. I'd hate to see someone hurt because you were too stupid to stay out of what you shouldn't see. -JM
"Who is it, Sherlock?" John said from across the room.
"Our dear friend, Moriarty." He showed John and Gwen the text.
"So what do we do now?" John said.
"FInd him and deal with it." Gwen stated as if it were that simple.
"You don't understand Moriarty is not your typical person." Said John trying to think of how to explain it.
"He's a spider in the middle of a web of crimes. He knows exactly what to do to make them dance. He is the world's only consulting criminal as I am the world's only consulting detective."
"So what you are saying is this Moriarty or whatever is threatening us and no one can stop him?" Gwen paused and laughed. "He's just a human, we can stop him easily."
John shook his head. "No you can't. No one can. If you turn him into the police, he escapes. If you try to kill him, he kills you first. Even if you do kill him, he will have a plan for that too."
Sherlock sat thinking. Why would Moriarty want me to stay away from Torchwood? "John, why do you think Moriarty wants me away from Torchwood?"
"Maybe he's an alien." John said sarcastically.
"It's always possible." Jack said as he and Ianto entered the room. "So who are we talking about?"
"Some guy Moriarty who is threatening Sherlock." Gwen said. John then proceeded to explain to Jack who Moriarty was and that they needed to figure out why he was threatening Sherlock.
"Well it is possible that he is an alien or working with aliens. If only we could get an inside sou..." Jack was interrupted by someone's mobile ringing.
"Sorry it's mine." Sherlock opened his phone and read the text to himself.
Sherlock, darling. Please stop trying to figure it out. Though I do enjoy watching you sweat, I regret to say that if you don't leave Torchwood right this moment will pay the price for your stupidity. I do hope we see eachother soon, Sherlock. I'll be waiting for you. -JM
Sherlock walked out the door and headed to the main street and grabbed a cab heading straight back to London and 221B.
"Where on earth is he?" John said looking toward the door nervously.
"I swear you have looked at that door a million times. Do you fancy him or something?" Gwen snapped.
John glared at her and and said through gritted teeth, "I don't know how many times I have to say this but, I'M NOT GAY!"
Jack laughed. "So you have a problem with gay?"
John sighed. "No, I just want everyone to understand I'm not." He stood and headed to the door. "I'm almost willing to bet that Sherlock is facing down with God knows who in our flat right now. If anyone wants to tag along come on."
"Gwen, Ianto hold the fort while we are gone." Jack stood and followed John out the door.
