Chapter Eight

Days slowly and wearily went by. Neither John, nor Ms. Hudson had left the house. Frequently, Sherlock would leave to discreetly make sure Lestrade and Molly were safe.

"You've been coming to lab quite often lately." Molly said as she dropped a clear substance into a test tube, which contained another clear substance. When the substances mixed, a dark pink color appeared.

"Molly, what have I told you about making conversation?" Sherlock reminded her.

"Don't make it, but-"Molly protested.

"Molly, I am trying to think." Sherlock stated.

"You've been acting a bit strange, that's all I'm trying to say." Molly ignored Sherlock's indirect demand to shut up. Sherlock, who was looking through a microscope like he usually was when he was in the lab, looked up. "You said I counted. But now it seems like my presences is fading. You look sad."

"Just concentrating, that's all." Sherlock quickly came up with a believable excuse.

"I know the difference." Molly confronted him. "Remember last time, when you needed help and I said I would do anything if you asked me too? Well that still applies, even now" Molly reassured Sherlock of her previous offer.

"Thanks." Sherlock sincerely said, looking at Molly.

"Right." Molly mumbled, disappointed that Sherlock didn't tell her what was wrong. She immediately turned back to her work, letting Sherlock know that she was becoming annoyed.

"Molly, listen-"

"You don't have to tell me, if you don't want." Molly explained, trying not to come off as pushy.

"No, you need to know." Sherlock stated. Molly looked up from her work. The situation had become more serious that she had intended.

"What is it?" Molly asked as she carefully laid the testing tube on the counter top.

"Moriarty is back." Sherlock revealed.

"Jim?" Molly gasped.

"Yes, uh, Jim." Sherlock winced at using his first name.

"What? How? When?" Molly continuously threw out questions, not allowing Sherlock to explain. "Sorry." Molly apologized when she saw that Sherlock was now becoming the one annoyed.

"About two weeks ago, is when I found out." Sherlock said.

"But he wasn't pronounced dead!" Molly almost yelled.

"Yes, he was pronounced dead, but none of us actually saw the body." Sherlock tried to explain.

"I did." Molly quickly replied.

"What?" Sherlock said after processing what she had said.

"I examined the body." Molly elaborated.

"W-why didn't you say anything?" Sherlock asked.

"I didn't find it that important. He was dead." Molly answered.

"Are you positive he was dead?"

"Yes, there was no pulse."

"No pulse." Sherlock thought for a moment. "Of course, genius!" Sherlock laughed and the headed towards the door.

"Sherlock?" Molly tried to stop him.

"Genius, genius, genius." Sherlock repeated to himself, ignoring Molly.

"What is?" Molly said just as Sherlock walked out of the room.


"Ah, Lestrade, fancy meeting you here." Sherlock said as he walked over to Lestrade.

"Sherlock, it's the police station." Lestrade said, not understanding Sherlock's sarcasm. "I work here."

"Right." Sherlock said as ignoring Lestrade's idiocy. "So what have we got today?"

"What do you mean 'what have we got today?'" Lestrade, completely confused, asked.

"A missing bunny rabbit, man killing hound? Perhaps a man mysteriously rising from the grave?"

"What are you talking about? What are you even doing here, I didn't call for you." Lestrade continued to question.

"Moriarty." Sherlock simply said.

"What?"

"Well you asked me what I was doing here. And Moriarty is why." Sherlock clarified.

"Jim Moriarty?"

"Yes, Jim Moriarty."

"What about him?"

"He has mysteriously risen from the grave!" Sherlock said as if he was telling a story.

"He's back?"

"Yes." Sherlock lightly said.

"And you're not worried?"

"Worried? Noooo." The Sherlock everyone knew had returned, not showing a care in the world.

"Then, why are you telling me this?"

"Well you're the police. Isn't that what people do when they need help? Go to the police?" Sherlock said, completely serious.

"Some go to an insane asylum." Lestrade whispered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, anyway, what is it you need help with?"

"I need to know every name of everybody that came within a 5 mile radius of Jim Moriarty's body." Sherlock grinned. "The game has begun."


Sorry this chapter is so short! Thanks for reading! Enjoy and review :]