Thank you all for your awesome reviews! I'll try to answer your questions with these nest couple of chapters.
FYI: When I say "John Treble" it basically means "Sherlock Holmes" because that's his undercover name. He signs his texts "SH/JT" when texting Molly, so she knows. Yeah, complicated. But you'll figure it out!
Two weeks passed. John Treble (Sherlock) got a job as a crime scene detective for New Scotland Yard, and still living with Molly. They both secretly could not decide of they were still pretending to be a couple or not. They both secretly wanted it to be real.
Sherlock still had no luck whatsoever about finding Ted Moriarty. It was as if he was under the highest security in the entire world, like he didn't even exist. A "mysterious fire" had taken place at the hospital where his birth certificate was kept, so now there are no legal records of his existence. It was like witness protection for criminals.
Sherlock was getting tired of his stupid disguise. Every night he tried to take it off, but Molly always caught him in the act. Then only thing he actually had to keep on at night was the facial stuff, the rest he could take off at any given time.
Molly had gotten his things from John's flat, 221b. She convinced John that being around Sherlock's things wasn't helping his mental state, and she was able to take everything of Sherlock's.
"Oh, my skull, how much I have missed him!" Sherlock cried giddily when he took it out of the box. Molly shuddered, knowing that the human skull was 100% real.
"If there's anything missing, I can always go back. " She offered.
"Thank you, Molly." He smiled at her. Molly thought it was forced, but Sherlock knew it wasn't.
-.-.-.-
Still, weeks passed. The two had much trouble trying to find Ted Moriarty, and Sherlock was beginning to show his old traits when around Lestrade, Donovan and Anderson. He still hated Donovan and Anderson, mad at Lestrade for calling Sherlock a coward, and nervous because he (John Treble) was put on the case for finding psycho maniac Sherlock Holmes. Molly tried to keep Sherlock/John Treble away from John Watson as best as she could, because of Watson's sensitivity these days.
Whenever Lestrade came in to the lab to talk with Molly about the many cases he had, it always irritated her how he kept thinking of Sherlock in a bad way.
"Lestrade!" Molly yelled one day when he was coming in to get more information out of her. "I absolutely and utterly hate you and how you're doing this stupid case!"
"Well, that's not offensive."
"Sherlock died to protect you. Did you know that? He knew that Moriarty was going to kill you, John and Mrs. Hudson. The only way to save you was to kill himself! He saved your life, and now you are decimating his good image!"
"How can you possibly know that?"
"He was doing some lab work before he jumped, and he told me everything he had deduced." Molly lied. Sherlock actually told her everything while she was fixing him up.
"I can't close this case, Molly."
"You never will be able to, Sherlock is dead."
"No he's not, you're hiding something and I will find it." He threatened. Lestrade accidentally knocked over a tray of test tubes.
"Oh, now you've done it!" Molly fumed. "Get the hell out of my lab or so help me God–" She stopped herself. Lestrade fumbled to set the tray back up, laughing the whole time. "What the hell are you on about?"
"You don't frighten me." Lestrade dropped the smile for a more serious "I'm better than you" face.
"Oh? You destroyed government property, damaged the results of a particularly important test." She motioned to the broken test tubes and the messed up liquids. "I can have you banned from this hospital for thirty days, Detective Inspector. So just watch what you say." She glared at him, making him leave the lab in a huff. She used to be good pals with Lestrade, but ever since Sherlock let himself be seen by him their friendship went down the toilet faster than you can say "Suck it."
Molly texted Sherlock: How's the search going? –Molly
Not bad. There's only one problem, and it's that there's a thousand 'Ted's in the entire city. No 'Ted Moriartys,' however. –SH/JT
I didn't think there would be. You may have to instigate a police investigation. –Molly
Not without Lestrade finding out, and firing John Treble. –SH/JT
Any other leads? –Molly
No. –SH/JT
Have you tried 'Theodore Moriarty?' –Molly
…no. –SH/JT
Molly, you are BRILLIANT! –SH/JT
Yup. I can't believe you never thought about that. –Molly
My mind's been a bit pre-occupied, just so you know. What with the whole working-on-my-own-case business and such. –SH/JT
Yes, of course, such hard work. –Molly
Sherlock found only two people with the name Theodore Moriarty. One, an old man who lived in Canada, and the other had no details, only where they were born, the date of their birth, and the hospital he was born at. But there was one more piece of information that made Sherlock nearly jump for joy: there was a record that he had a twin brother, James Moriarty.
I have legal proof of Ted's existence and his relation to Moriarty. If I just caught Ted, I'm in the clear. –SH/JT
Sherlock sent the message to Molly, and he quickly switched windows on his computer at work as Sally Donovan came up to him.
"We've got a fresh one, Treble. The DI wants you on this case." She told him, arms crossed, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.
"If I didn't know better, I'd guess by your body language that you want me on the case with you." John Treble logged out of the work computer and led the way down to street level, with a very startled Sally following behind. Sherlock/John smirked, knowing that if he was himself, Sally would be repulsed beyond comprehension.
-.-.-.-.-
John Treble took a police cab with Lestrade, Anderson and Sally. Sitting right next to Lestrade, it was difficult to keep undercover. The change in appearance was enough, but Sherlock had to make John Treble's attitude completely different than Sherlock Holmes'. For one thing, he was actually nice to Anderson, but most of all, he had to downplay his intelligence. Cases took twice as long to solve compared to how fast he normally could, due to him trying to pretend his IQ was not above 200. It genuinely pissed Sherlock off.
"Where exactly are we going?" John asked bluntly.
"221b Baker Street." Lestrade answered, without even a twinge of emotion.
