Guess whose back :D Yay me! Lol no I am so sorry about the long ass update! I promise I have not and will not give up on this story. A lot has happened including Sherlock season 3 :D Bringing that back got me some inspiration and killed my writers block for now. I know like the whole main thing I want to do and a few small thing I want to do but leading up to it all is killing me.

I am going to speed up a little bit to the main event so prepare yourselves. I will do my best to update more often than before. Please don't give up on me!

beemoh- Thank you! I am a huge supernatural fan lol so I had to incorporate some of it into my Sherlock story ;P. I have a few supernatural fics up to that I need to finish too and many more ideas.

VioletErin.26- I am really glad you like it! I know it has been quite the wait but I have continued :)

Hope you all like this chapter! I kinda suck with deductions and such buuuut I hope it's still up to your standards :)

John woke up to the smell of coffee wafting into his room. The spot next to him was cold indicating that Sherlock had gotten up a while ago. He yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before looking towards the clock. It was 8:30 and John groaned. He knew he had to get up to see what Sherlock was up to. He stretched and made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He didn't need to kill Sherlock with his morning breath. Afterwards he went downstairs to see Sherlock sitting at the table and looking at some of the crime scene photos. "Morning," John said as he went up behind Sherlock and kissed his cheek.

"Morning John, did you sleep well?" Sherlock asked not taking his eyes off the photos. John had learned not to take this kind of stuff personally.

"Ya I did. What time did you get up?" he asked casually as he went over and poured himself a cup of coffee. He looked back and saw Sherlock didn't have one and poured him a cup as well.

"Just before six. I don't know what it is but I feel like I'm missing something," he said as he began to spread the photos around. John looked over his shoulder at the two bodies and close ups of the carvings in their bodies. Some were of the crime scene its self.

"Well I know you'll get it. What is on the agenda for today?"

"We are going to head down to the church at ten after the mass at nine. I don't think I could stand being in a room for an hour listening to someone preach about useless things. Father Martin was the last person to talk to Henry. Maybe something he says can point to some more clues."

"Sounds good to me then," John replied handing Sherlock his coffee before sipping his own. "Have you had anything to eat then?"

"I had an apple," he replied.

"And you aren't hungry?" John asked shocked.

"Not really. You know I don't eat all that much normally, so not hungry."

"Well I am hungry so why don't I wash up and we go to get some breakfast before we go to the church. I won't make you eat anything if you don't want to," John added at the end before Sherlock could protest. Sherlock nodded and John smiled before he finished his coffee and made his way to the shower.

Sherlock made his way over to the couch and picked up John's laptop from the table next to him. He pulled up the churches website and began to look through the site, hoping to find out a little more about Father Martin. He wasn't able to get his hands on any of his files yet. As much as he hated getting Mycroft's help, he had no other way to get his files. He wanted to know anything and everything about his past. He didn't really suspect the priest of anything but he wanted to know all the facts before he went to see him.

All Sherlock could find was information on confession, something about volunteering and hours of mass. Sherlock sighed and closed the site. He clearly was going to have to work with what he could deduce from him. Sherlock had no doubt that he could deduce him perfectly so he wasn't worried. John came down from the shower fully dressed in jeans that fit his arse amazingly. Sherlock couldn't help but admire John. He swallowed and coughed to clear his throat.

"Let's get going then," Sherlock said. He got up and quickly put on his scarf and coat before rushing down the stairs. John had to run after him to get in the cab.

At breakfast, John had ordered a tea to drink and some scrambled eggs, extra bacon, some ham and home fries. He hoped that maybe Sherlock would take a bite out of his food. He always felt a little uneasy about Sherlock not eating as much as he should have been but knew not to worry as much since the man had been doing this to himself for years. Sherlock ordered himself a cup of tea and sat in silence, clearly lost in thought.

"Got any information you aren't telling me?" John asked smiling as Sherlock jumped slightly at the sound of his voice and whipped his head in John's direction.

"No not at the moment. I'm hoping to see something in the church that may lead to some information on Henry."

"Do you think the priest has something to do with it?" John asked curiously as the waitress placed his food in front of him.

"I don't know. I don't think so but I haven't really met him yet."

"Well I wouldn't think so," John replied taking some bites of his eggs. "I mean the guy is a priest and all."

"Well to be fair John, over 30 priests were accused of being sexual offenders just last year," Sherlock pointed out before he noticed John eyeing him. He had known from the moment he ordered the large portion of food that he would want Sherlock to have some. The detective thought about it.

"Okay sex offenders but not murderers," John pointed out. Sherlock rolled his eyes and sipped his tea. It didn't taste as good as when John made it at home. He saw John sigh and knew he thought Sherlock wasn't going to eat anything. John had even ordered him bacon and home fries which he enjoyed quite a lot.

As John sipped his tea, Sherlock reached out and grabbed a piece of bacon and slowly put it in his mouth and began to chew. John smiled and took a bite of his eggs. Even if it wasn't much, he was happy to see Sherlock eat something. He then saw Sherlock grab a fork that was wrapped in a napkin. John turned the plate so the home fries and eggs were towards him. He put the fork in and took a bit of each before he bend his head and took the bite. They shared the rest of John's breakfast together in peaceful silence before heading off to the church.

Sherlock and John walked in and sat down during the last part of the mass. The seats in front of them were full so they opted for the back row. John sat down and looked around. When his eyes made his way back to Sherlock, he could practically see the gears turning in his head. The man was eyeing Father Martin and probably deducing anything and everything from him. He leaned over and began to whisper deductions into John's ear.

"The man is in his late 40's and has been a priest for over 20 years. Though he should be alone and not partake in sexual activity, the bruises on his neck show signs that he did in fact, engage in sexual activity of some kind indicating he clearly doesn't care as much as he lays on. He is strong and in shape even though he appears slightly overweight. When he does the apostles creed he stumbles over it, clearly uncomfortable with the new version of it thus doesn't cope well to change. He finds the job dull. Can't blame him there," Sherlock whispers out. A few people in front of them turned their heads to look at the odd couple.

"Peace be with you," Father Martin recites, snapping both John and Sherlock from their conversation.

"And with your spirit," the crowd replies.

"Mass has ended, go in peace," Father finishes before he bows and begins to clean up. John and Sherlock wait until the crowds clear out before approaching the priest. The man turned around shocked before he smiled calmly. "Can I help you two?" he asked politely. John noticed a glare in Sherlock's eyes.

"Yes we would like to speak to you about the murder of Henry Larkin," Sherlock said coldly.

"Well what exactly do you need to know?" Father Martin asked calmly, unaffected by Sherlock's mood.

"So what are you telling me you know about his murder?" Sherlock asked getting closer to the man, deducing as much as he could from him. Calm. Tired. Emotionless. Long night. Not religious. Lonely. Hiding something.

"Well, Henry had offered to help me clean a little bit since he needed some volunteer hours so I agreed. He swept, cleaned up any garbage from the pews and helped me set up for the next mass. After that, the boy left and I don't know what happened to him after that," Father Martin said calmly. Too calmly for Sherlock. He's lying Sherlock thought but he had no way to prove that and attempting to scare the man into telling the truth was clearly useless seeing that he clearly had not apathy for anything.

"Do you have any cameras set up around here?" John asked hoping to end Sherlock's stare session with Father Martin.

"I do in fact have videos. The police looked over them already and concluded them to be useless. I don't think you will find any-"

"Give it to me, the police think they know everything but they always tend to miss the obvious," Sherlock said calmly and reached his hand out.

"Sure thing," Father Martin replied with the same calmness and a fake smile that almost reminded Sherlock of Mycroft's fake smile. He walked back behind the curtain. Sherlock could hear him fiddling around before he came out and brought a video. "Here you go," he said handing the video to Sherlock who took it and nodded at Father.

"Thank you, we will keep in touch. Peace be with you," John finished awkwardly.

"And with your spirit," Father replied.

Sherlock dashed away with the video and John had to run off after him not sensing the deathly stare shot towards him from Father.

"Sherlock what was that in there?" John said as soon as they left the church. He was shocked by Sherlock. He knew he could get cold but there was no reason for him to be cold.

"He is lying. I don't know how but he is part of that murder in some way. This tape might be our only hope," Sherlock said signaling for a cab.

"So do you think he did it?"

"I don't know that for sure but he is part of it in one way or another," Sherlock replied as he got into the cab with John following. "221B Baker Street," Sherlock said as the cab drove off to their flat.

Father Martin ran downstairs glad that he had given Paul an extra dosage of drugs to keep him quiet. The man was out, his arms tied back and he was in only his pants. He was lying upon the devil's trap he painted to keep his demons powerless in case they didn't recognize him. He went over and sat on top of him. Paul instantly awoke. He was groggy and confused but he could sense the danger. He tried to flail weakly but the priest on him was surprisingly strong and he poured some kind of water on him. He saw a knife in his hands and knew he was going to die. He tried with all his might to fight but it was useless.

"Hac ego te ad infernum," the priest chanted out before he plunged the blade into his heart. Paul screamed out before the life drained out of him. Father Martin looked down at him in anger. "I need my army to be bigger," he growled out. He carved the next letter into the mans stomach before wiping the blood on Paul's clothes.

"I need to weaken him," he said. "I must get to his main weakness," he finished before he began to hide the body to take out for that night.

Okay so the Latin is basically saying he is sending them to hell. In case anyone is confused, his main goal is to make an army in hell then rise them when he goes to battle God AKA Sherlock. He is obviously insane and this will show much more in future chapters. I don't know how masses and such work in England but that's how they work out here in Canada so I just used that :P

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