A sooner update than I first thought, so that's good! I'm afraid it's another plot builder, nothing exciting. But, the next chapter will be more exciting.
John and Sherlock walked slowly down the street, on their way back to the flat after visiting Lestrade.
"Where do we start?" asked John.
"We need to wait. For the time being at least. I don't think Moriarty will make a move for a little while."
"Wait? Are you feeling okay Sherlock?"
Sherlock sniffed.
"We can't do anything for the time being."
"Well, if you say so... Why were you so interested in that suicide?"
"Remember what happened last time the police said there was a suicide? Well, I'm looking out for anything that might have some connection with Moriarty."
They reached the flat, and Sherlock unlocked the door, shoving it open and stalking up the stairs, leaving John to close and lock the door behind him.
It was three days after the visit to Lestrade, and nothing had cropped up. Sherlock had spent the first day thinking, the second day lounging, and the third day bored. It was mid after noon, and Sherlock was curled on the sofa, watching John move around, picking up bits of litter left by Sherlock. His grey eyes were rather unnerving, but John had learnt just to ignore the cold stare.
Sherlock's phone was pressed under his nose, and his long fingers just touching it. It had been there all day, Sherlock hoping to get some kind of call. And at twelve minutes to three, he did.
The phone only managed half a ring, before Sherlock had accepted it, and pressed the device to his ear.
"Hello?" he droned, keeping any excitement from his voice.
John paused in his tidying, and watched Sherlock's expression turn from boredom to delight.
"I'll come down." he said, voice totally at odds with his expression.
He slowly withdrew the mobile from his ear, and switched it off, then turning to John and giving him a wide smile.
"Lestrade's got something he want's us to look at. Something that could be connected to Moriarty." said Sherlock brightly, leaping to his feet.
He stepped over the coffee table, ran to the door, grabbing his coat and scarf, he turned expectantly.
"Come on, haven't go all day." he said, tossing John's coat at him.
John sighed, grabbed the coat, and followed the whirlwind that used to be Sherlock down the staircase and onto the street.
Some time later, Sherlock barged into Lestrade's office, followed by John.
"Well?" he demanded, glarring round, and spotting Lestrade, seated behind his desk.
"Well, remember that suicide you were looking at the other day. There have been two others."
Sherlock's eyes narrowed for a moment, eyes flickering.
"When and where."
"One on the day you escaped from hospital. Then another the day you came here. and then one this morning." said Lestrade. "And then, first was at home. Second on a flight to Paris, only just found him, and the last was in a public toilet."
"And the means of death?" asked Sherlock.
"Poison, though we can't be sure which one yet. It's nasty though, throwing up, seizures. We couldn't tell much from the bodies, and nobody was with them when they died."
Sherlock nodded distractedly.
"Nasty." murmured John.
"Indeed." said Lestrade.
"Anything connecting these murders?"
"We don't know that their murde-" Lestrade began.
"Anything connecting them?" snarled Sherlock.
"They all passed through Heathrow. Two on the way out, one on the way in. They were all alone when they died."
"That all?" asked Sherlock.
"I think so," he gestured at a file. "Take that back with you, it's got all the info you need."
Sherlock nodded, scooping the folder up, and promptly handed it to John.
"Do you reckon it's something to do with him?" asked John anxiously.
Sherlock nodded.
"Yes, even if it's not got anything to do with me."
"You mean like the cabbie?"
"At first, that had nothing to do with me, so yes." said Sherlock.
There was a moment of silence.
"Right. I'll have a look at this then." said Sherlock, glancing at the folder.
"Good. Tell me if you find anything."
"Same goes for you." said Sherlock, marching out the office, and pulling John with him.
They took a cab back to the flat. Sherlock sitting on his side, breath fogging up the glass, John on the other side, clutching the folder, and staring out his own window.
"Got anything?" asked John as the cab pulled up.
"Maybe. We should go and have a look round Heathrow tomorrow. I'll read that tonight." he said slowly.
Then he jumped out the cab, and vanished, leaving John to pay.
When he finally reached the flat, Sherlock was lying on the sofa with a nicotine patch fixed on his arm.
"Give me the file." he said, reaching for another patch.
John handed it to him, and sat in his chair, watching as Sherlock flipped through the pages.
Half an hour later, Sherlock was still reading, another nicotine patched added to his arm. John scowled at the sight of three patches, but couldn't exactly stop Sherlock so instead put the kettle on.
"Want one?" he asked.
"Mmm, yes." said Sherlock lazily, not even moving.
Sighing, John pulled another mug from the cupboard.
He returned three minutes later, carefully carrying two mugs of tea. He placed one on the coffee table, and then sat down heavily, almost sloshing his tea everywhere.
Sherlock reached out a hand without even tearing his gaze away from the folder, and after a second of hovering, grabbed the mug and brought it to his lips.
He finished it in several gulps, and set it down.
"Bit less milk next time." he said.
John rolled his eyes.
"Your welcome." he muttered under his breath.
Neither of them spoke all evening, until at nine John decided to go to bed.
"I'll see you in the morning Sherlock." he said wearily. The detective had not so much as glanced away from his manuscript all evening. Instead, sitting there. He was obsessing already, desperate to figure out what Moriarty was doing.
"We're going to the airport tomorrow, so be ready." said Sherlock briskly.
"Right, fine. Night."
Sherlock turned a page over, and his eyes began to scan and dissect every word.
Right, there we are. I hope you enjoyed it! Please review, because at this rate I'm going to have more chapters than reviews! So come on people, it's not that bad is it?