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Spiders Web

Chapter Twelve

Sherlock helped John from the taxi and into 221B Baker Street. John was finally home after almost a week in the hospital. John had been trying to go home after the second day. There was nothing seriously wrong with him, mainly blood loss, though his side was still hurting him on occasions. John sat down on the sofa and looked to Sherlock, who was now hovering over him a little.

"Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to sit down at all?" John asked him, giving him a pointed look.

Sherlock gave a small smile and sat down next to John, "I…" he trailed off, not knowing what he could say at all.

"Sherlock, I'm annoyed at the moment. We can't do anything about Moran until I'm back and running around again, and I hate being stuck at home," he said with a slight huff.

"I know John, but you need to fully recover, if you don't and they attack, then you could end up in the hospital again. I don't want to see that again. I don't like the thought of you there," he told him softly as he reached out and took John's hand.

John smiled and leaned against him a little as they then heard people coming up the stairs. Neither one of them wanted to let go of the other so they just remained as they were as the door opened and Lestrade and Mycroft walked inside. The two smiled at them and went to the chairs and sat down.

"How are you John?" Mycroft was the one to ask.

"I'm fine, just slightly tired," he said as the words caused Sherlock to look at him.

"That is to be expected," Mycroft said with a nod and then looked serious, "I am afraid that my agents have lost all eyes on Moran as of three days ago, we were hoping he would be located again, but so far nothing."

"Idiots," Sherlock growled as he jumped up, causing John to wince in pain at the sudden movement, "Incompetent fools, I thought you had them trained better than that," he began to rant.

"Sherlock," John said getting his attention, "It happens. Moran has been trained as well, don't forget that."

"He is right Sherlock," Mycroft said, though he had a sour look on his face.

"Not only that, but these deaths that have been going on the last couple of days have been a little suspicious, something about them has just sent me off," Lestrade said as he handed Sherlock a folder he had in his hands.

Sherlock took it and sat down ext to John. He read through it, looking through the pictures, as John read over his shoulder, "They are all people who have worked with Moriarty at some point. They were never part of his web though," the Consulting Detective said as he looked up and over the man.

"But why is he killing them?" John asked as he looked to Sherlock and then quickly glanced to the pictures of one of the dead men.

Sherlock looked to him, "That would be simple, he is stopping them from talking about what they had done for Moriarty in the past. If we can't learn about Moriarty, we can't learn about Moran. Moran was with Moriarty almost all the time, unless he had a job to do," he answered him.

Mycroft nodded his head, "it is a sound strategy to use."

"So these might actually lead up to Moran?" John said as he began to think of it all.

"How do you mean?" Lestrade asked him as he looked between the two Holmes brothers and to John.

"Well, what evidence could be left behind at a crime scene?" John said as he looked to them all, a little smile appearing on his face, "Think! He could leave slight clues as to where he is staying, where he has been, with all that you might be able to find him again," he said with a shake of his head, wondering why they hadn't thought of it before.

Sherlock and Mycroft looked to each other, "Told you he was clever," the younger of the two said as he turned to John, "Yes, it would be good to have a look at all that has been gathered so far."

"Next time there is another body, I'll call you up Sherlock," Lestrade said as he smiled to them all.

"Good, I will need to be there before anyone can mess up the scene. It will be important for me to find everything, and I can't do that when people have been all over it and disturbing everything," he said as he looked to Lestrade, hoping the man would do as he suggested and not let anyone onto the scene.

"I'll make sure no one does anything," he nodded in agreement, "Right, I've got to go, still have a few leads for my other cases to follow up."

Lestrade began to stand as Mycroft did the same, "I shall be leaving as well gentlemen. I have my own work that needs doing."

With those words Mycroft and Lestrade left the flat, leaving Sherlock and John alone. Sherlock settled back and John settled against him, the two of them talking softly about everything they could think of. Both of them had missed the other after Sherlock's fake suicide, it may have been necessary, but it still hurt John to think of it, and Sherlock was doing his best to help John get through it and himself over the guilt he felt about doing it.


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