Sorting out a dumb mistake I realise I made in the last chapter, thank you for pointing it out, bruderlein! So yeah, this isn't a chapter, just something to dispel issues.

Earlier that day...

Moriarty sat up with a groan, rubbing his head. He had hit it on the floor when that son of a bitch John had knocked him over. He looked around and saw Sherlock and John were him. He yelled in frustration, pounding the floor with his fist. He had been so close. He knew he was never, ever, going to get that kind of chance again. John wouldn't stay ten metres from him, not now.

He sighed pulling his clothes on. He couldn't help but smile slightly in satisfaction. Oh, how he loved to feel of a tight, virgin arse. Well, he left his mark. And soon he would get the job done.

Hey precious, just popping out. You really should have told someone about me.

I really thought you were more protective of your pet.

~JM

John was still waiting at this point, guilt awash over him when his phone buzzed. He looked at the text, nearly dropping his phone. He put his head in his hands. He had been so concerned for Sherlock he had forgotten about the body of the consulting criminal. How would he tell Sherlock? Would he be able to tell Sherlock anything anymore? He sighed, hating himself and continued to wait.

again, not a chapter, just me fixing a stupid mistake :) till next time