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Spiders Web

Chapter Fourteen

Sherlock got out of the car with Lestrade. He looked around the people that were stood there at the crime scene, watching him intently. The newspapers had gone wild as soon as they had found out that he was alive. They had been given the proof of Moriarty and his validity as a Consulting Detective. This though, would be the first time he had gone out in public to do anything more than run to the shop or help John. He could feel the eyes on him and while, once, he had been able to ignore it he was now finding it was a little uncomfortable.

Lestrade led the way to where the body was as he said softly, "We've been able to find out that his name is Brian Collier, 27," he told the man what he knew about the victim.

Donovan watched with a sneer on her face. She wanted to say something, but thought better of it when she saw the looked that Lestrade was giving her, "We've not found anything else out so far sir," she said instead, walking away from them a little, but still close enough in case she was needed.

Sherlock was able to ignore the woman, not even glancing in her direction at all as he walked past her and towards the body in the middle of the ally, "Hmm," he hummed as he started to look around, his eyes lighting up with their usual intensity. An intensity that Lestrade could admit that he had missed over the time that Sherlock had been gone.

"Well Sherlock?" Lestrade asked him after a few more minutes of watching the man as he walked around, knelt down and looked at the body displayed in the middle of the ally.

Sherlock stood up and walked over to him, "He is one of the ones that had worked with Moriarty in the past, Moran is the one that killed him as well, I recognise the methods," he told him as he looked around a little more, "Something just doesn't feel right with this scene," he sighed as he began to look around a little more.

Lestrade frowned at the words, "What do you mean?" he queried, not thinking he would get an answer, he never had before when he had questions.

Sherlock looked over to him, "It has a staged feel to it. He was murdered, but for a reason."

Donovan couldn't help it as she rolled her eyes "Everyone is murdered for a reason…" she cut herself off before she could even start saying the next word.

Sherlock turned to her, his coat flying around him as he told her, "Of course they are but this one was for me, a message to me," he turned back to the body and crouched down next to it.

"Why?" Lestrade asked, "Why would he need to kill someone to send a message to you?" he carried on, "And just what the hell kind of message would it be?" a slightly exasperated tone entered his voice.

"Something to do with what is going on," was the simple answer he gave.

Lestrade snorted, "That I could gather myself."

"Lestrade," Sherlock called out, interrupting what the Detective Inspector was going to say next.

"What?" he asked with an angry sigh.

"I need to turn the body," he said, still staring at the body.

"Wait, let them get that they need first" he told him as he quickly got the forensics unit to do their job.

Sherlock had to wait for a while as he watched them take samples and pictures and wait for the coroner to come over to them. He turned the body over for Sherlock as the man looked underneath. Right there was the last piece of the puzzle that Sherlock needed. He bent down with a pair of tweezers and picked up the torn half of a photo.

"What is it?" Lestrade asked him, worry colouring his voice as he watched Sherlock begin to pale.

"John," he said as he stood up, dropping it back to the ground and heading away from the body.

Lestrade looked down at what he had dropped. It was a torn picture of John, looked to have been taken a couple of days ago, or at least after John had come home from the Hospital. It had been taken through the window of 221B's living room; John was resting on the sofa, a blanket over him. The picture must have been taken from the building across from Baker Street.

"I know it's a photo of John, but why are…" he started to say as he looked to Sherlock, only to see him rushing away from him even faster. Heading towards the main street.

"John is in danger Lestrade!" he called out, "Moran killed that man in there to get me out of the flat, away from John. The picture shows Moran that John isn't up to his usual fighting standards, and will be an easier target," he told him, annoyed that he was being delayed in getting back to John.

Lestrade didn't even need to think as he ran to catch Sherlock up and dragged him to his car, "Faster if we use mine," he told him.

Sherlock didn't argue as they climbed in. With the siren going on and the lights flashing the car sped away from the crime scene and back to Baker Street. Sherlock pulled out his phone and began to call John, he held it to his ear, murmuring 'Pick Up'.

"Damn it," he growled as he tried again, but getting the same answer. John wasn't picking up.

The two shared a look as Lestrade put his foot down and gunned it towards Baker Street, both of them hoping that they wouldn't be late, and that John was all right.

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