Author's Note: I apologize for the long wait for this chapter. Marching band practice has momentarily taken over my life!

**Warning this chapter contains a slightly(just slightly) gory description.** I don't know how you react to that stuff so just a small warning.

Thanks for reading! Enjoy

Sherlock and John are sitting on their couch casually drinking tea; it's around 2p.m., when Sherlock's phone goes off. He quickly reaches out and grabs it from the table.

"Who is it?" John asks him.

"Lestrade. No doubt news about something related to Moriarty." Sherlock taps the answer button and puts it on speaker so John can hear as well. "Hello Lestrade."

"Sherlock there's been a murder, but it's not just a murder. It's too hard to explain, you need to see it yourself. Come down to Scotland Yard immediately."

"We'll be right there.' Sherlock ends the call and jumps up all excited as he rushes to put on his coat and scarf. "This is when it gets fun John."

John smiles at the fact that right now Sherlock is acting like a child going to a toy store. "Fun for you maybe, but not fun for the person that died."

They go outside, hail a cab, and they're on their way to Scotland Yard. In the cab John presents an important question.

"Sherlock, should we tell the people at Scotland Yard about…us?"

"No need. I'm sure, whether we like it or not, Lestrade's told them already. Mycroft also knows as well."

"How does Mycroft know?"

"Lestrade told him." Sherlock rolls his eyes. "That made for a lovely text from him."

"Why would―never mind, I don't want to know."

Soon they arrive at Scotland Yard. Sherlock leads the way, striding excitedly into the building. John follows close behind. They're greeted by the scene of Scotland Yard in chaos. People are running back and forth. There's a light smell of smoke in the air as detectives, scientists, technicians, interns, and many others fly about.

"What the…" John trails off.

Lestrade hurries over to meet them. "First the murder then this!" He puts his head in his hands. "A fire started in the break room just after I called you. It quickly spread to the office that just so happened to contain important documents. It's a nightmare."

"Did you put the fire out?" John inquires.

"Yes, the fire department came. And now we've been running around trying to save papers and things. We haven't even done anything with poor Michael yet."

"Michael?" Sherlock asks.

"Yes he was an intern here. Found his body in the copy room at around 1 o'clock. It's a gruesome sight, someone…wrote a message on the walls with his blood, but we can't make any sense out of it or who killed him. That's why I called you."

Sherlock nods. "Who found the body?"

"Ellen, she's pretty shook up about it. Now if you don't mind, I'll show you to the copy room and then I need to attend to the aftermath of the fire situation." Lestrade finishes hurriedly as he glances around at the chaos still going on around them.

Sherlock and John follow Lestrade to the copy room. They pass by the break room where the fire started and the office where it spread, Sherlock quickly saves both rooms to his mind palace for further examination later. They enter the copy room to see a bloody mess. The body of Michael lies in the middle of the room. A message written in blood stains the walls. John's eyes widen, he's seen death many times before, but not like this. The body's chest is in shreds and covered in blood. It must have been a painful death. Sherlock seems unaffected and calmly walks over to the lifeless form of Michael to examine him.

"John, copy down the message from the wall exactly as you see it. I'll analyze it back at 221b." Sherlock orders as he pulls out his small magnifying glass.

John nods and whips out his notebook and pen. He carefully writes down the message that looks like gibberish to him. LB UFMHDBOBF MF EBHU PVD DNNLFMDDS. BF OFSJS BBDHEDOS O'DTS SHFM DNNOBQF Z DD RTF I'BH QQFUV OPTS UPTT. Well if anyone can figure out this code, Sherlock can. To me it looks like nothing.

Sherlock finishes examining the body and moves on to the walls. He's done in a matter of minutes.

"What do you think?" Lestrade asks.

"I have it practically solved. It's quite simple actually. I just need a look at the break room."

Lestrade looks shocked for a moment. "Ok, go ahead."

So Sherlock and John walk down the hall, hand in hand, to the break room, not a care in the world about what other people think.