Brand new chapter folks! Some hurt/comfort, a little bit of Molly and Moriarty returns! I hope you guys enjoy and do pretty please follow, favorite and review. If I continue to get good response to this story, I will probably post to AO3 as well after it is complete. AND I am already playing with a new uni!lock fic in my head so we will see...

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As John walked down the stairs toward the morgue, Sherlock on his heels, he felt lighter than air. He would have probably been skipping if it had been in his nature. These last few hours with Sherlock had been some of happiness in his life. The mere memory of Sherlock's lips against his, biting and licking, as he thrust into him over and over was enough to make him shiver with pleasure. But it wasn't just the physical aspect. It was the confession of love before and after from both of them that made it so special. There was no more doubt in either of their minds anymore that this is what they wanted, what they needed. And John felt at peace for maybe the first time in his life.

As he walked through the door and into the morgue, that peace however quickly evaporated as he saw Molly standing next Carol's body. He swallowed, guilt surging through him. He knew it wasn't his fault, as Sherlock had said, but that didn't stop him from feeling responsible for the dead woman lying before him.

As he approached the body, Sherlock now next to him, he felt a hand squeeze his and turned his head to Sherlock, flashing a quick smile to show he was alright. Sherlock nodded and strode quickly toward Molly, ahead of John. It felt good to know that Sherlock was there for him, even if he didn't quite understand what he was feeling.

As John arrived next to Sherlock, he stared down at Carol's body. It was eerie looking down at the lifeless corpse that used to be his friend. It didn't even seem like her anymore. There was no twinkle in her eye, no smile on her face, none of the things that had made her who she was. It was just a empty body. John had never been a religious man, but he did hope that Carol's laughter and playful nature was out there somewhere, bringing to joy to others like it always brought to him.

"John?"

Sherlock's voice brought him back to reality and he looked up at him. He seemed torn between worry and frustration.

"Are you okay?"

John nodded, forcing a smile.

"Yeah I'm fine."

Sherlock sighed, his impatience taking over.

"Well, then do pay attention, John. You being distracted distracts me."

John rolled his eyes. Same old Sherlock. Usually he would be annoyed with Sherlock's short nature, but somehow he found it comforting in all the chaos.

"Sorry. What did I miss?"

Sherlock huffed and turned back to Molly.

"Well Molly was just telling me that the autopsy results showed that the poison was in fact cyanid, which of course I already knew based on time it took for the poison to take effect and the symptoms that occurred once it did take effect. I was about to be rather short with her for dragging us down here for no reason-"

Molly cut him off, her eyes twinkling. John loved how little she dealt with Sherlock's nagging now. She was not the timid girl he had met a few years before.

"But he rightly shut up when I showed him this."

She held out her hand to reveal a tiny memory card, even smaller and thinner than the first one. John reached down and picked it up to examine it. It was barley bigger than his fingernail. John looked up at her.

"Where did you find this?"

Molly looked down at the body.

"In her stomach, actually. The fact that it hadn't been digested means that she had swallowed it in the last few hours before her death."

Sherlock turned to John, snatching the card out his fingers and examining himself as he spoke.

"Which means it was most likely hidden in her coffee since Moriarty apparently brought it to her."

John nodded and smiled ever so slightly. It made sense. Carol never really did sip her coffee. She always gulped it down. He looked up to see Sherlock now holding his phone, removing his memory card.

"Really Sherlock? Now? Here?"

Sherlock sighed, looking rather exacerbated.

"Well, yes. We have wasted enough time already."

John raised an eyebrow as Sherlock met his gaze.

"Wasted?"

Sherlock cheeks suddenly become flush. Was he actually blushing? John couldn't help but smirk.

"Well not wasted, no, but um I do think we should get right to this now. We don't know how much time we have."

Still smirking, John nodded. He didn't think it was possible to truly embarrass Sherlock Holmes, yet somehow he had done it. He felt quite proud of himself. Not to mention, the flush on Sherlock neck and cheeks in contrast with his pale skin made the man even more gorgeous.

However, it the blush disappeared rather quickly once Sherlock slipped the memory card inside his phone and Moriarty's face appeared on the screen, smiling brightly. John felt Sherlock stiffen next to him as his own body tensed.

"Well hello once again, Sherly! I am assuming John is there with you in the morgue along with the beautiful Molly-"

Moriarty winked at the camera. John saw Molly shiver, crossing her arms.

"By the way, John, very sorry about Carol. She was such a sweetheart."

He forced his face into a fake frown before shrugging.

"But then again, she was just a little past her prime, wouldn't you agree?"

John clenched his fists, anger surging through him. How could Moriarty make him this livid without even being here? On the phone screen, Moriarty wagged his finger at John, reading his mind.

"Now don't get angry Johnny. There is still one more person you can save! And promise I'll play fair in this last round. Well-"

He let out a wicked cackle.

"As fair as these games ever are. But this one is rather obvious. I will be quite disappointed if you don't figure this one out in time."

He leaned closer to the camera, his face cold.

"But no riddle this time. That would be make it too easy. Only one tiny clue."

He smiled again, his eyes still cold.

"The first was from your present, the second was from your past and this last one is from your...future."

Moriarty shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

"That's it. That's all you get. Oh and I'll give you 18 hours for this one. And don't worry, the time starts now. You couldn't very well cut up her body in the hospital cafeteria!"

He laughed once again, still smiling.

"Say what you will about me Sherly, but I'm not completely heartless."

And the video cut out, only a blank screen remaining. Somehow, though Moriarty's smiling face was seared in John's memory. He hated him. Hated this. How was he suppose to figure this out? It was impossible. And then he would have another person's blood on his hands. John was beginning to feel hopelessness take over when he felt Sherlock's long fingers intertwine with his. John looked up at him. His face was long, but he was forcing a smile.

"Well, we better get to work, Dr. Watson."

Dun Dun Dun! How will the last round of Moriarty's "game" play out for our two dashing heroes?! There are only two chapters left and then an epilogue to wrap everything up. Thank you for sticking with me this long guys and hopefully you will keep reading till the end. As a future warning, there is a pretty major character death at the end so do be prepared. There is a lot of pain coming up for our detective and his blogger, but don't fret, dear readers. It will all turn out okay in the end. As always, please please review, follow and favorite if you are enjoying. :)

Tea and biscuits to all you brilliant folks!