'Are you sure you're alright to do this?' John asked for the millionth time as he and Sherlock headed down to the station so that Sherlock could prove his brilliance and clear up the whole case.

'Of course I'm alright. It takes more than a little strangling to dampen my spirits' Sherlock replied good-naturedly. John considered this. Sherlock's voice was still raspy and his neck was covered in vicious bruising, but because John had barely ever seen him in such a buoyant mood, he decided to let the meeting take place.

'Just don't forget to take plenty of breaks and drink enough water. I don't want you going mute on me. I might actually get a few moments peace' Both John and Sherlock smiled. The good mood was catching.

They entered the building a few moments later, only to find a whole party waiting to greet them. There was Lestrade of course, about nine workers who seemed to be friends with Anderson, Sherlock's attacker from the day before and surprisingly Donovan. John ushered Sherlock to a seat, which he gratefully took. He was still rather weak.

'Only two people in this room like me,' began Sherlock slowly. 'However, because the other ten of you are friends with Anderson for some reason, perhaps you will begin to like me a little more over the next little while. I am here to tell you, that Anderson is innocent. The man who killed Rob Martin, is sitting there behind you.' After catching a meaningful glance from John, Sherlock had a sip from the glass of water that was sitting beside him. This gave everyone in the room a chance to look at the man who Sherlock had accused with a strange mixture of curiosity and hatred.

'His name,' continued Sherlock 'is Richard Hill. He is a professional assassin who was hired to kill Martin in order to silence him. The reason for this is the case Rob Martin was working on. Although it seemed like a straightforward murder, the husband had actually been framed. Rob Martin found that the real murderer was the same man who matched the blood splatter on the wall. He was writing this into his report the night he died. The murderer took all these notes, except for one page, which explained that the husband was framed. John found this piece of paper under the desk. Unfortunately, we didn't learn the name of that murderer because it was on the next page. Nevertheless, we did have the motive, which was very important in acquitting your dear colleague.' Sherlock paused again, which caused John to nod at him approvingly.

'I also found another piece of evidence on Rob Martin's desk. Somehow, you all missed a red pen, which had bloodstains on it. These bloodstains corresponded to Rob Martin's murderer, who as you now know is Richard Hill. He was hired by…' Sherlock paused and looked around, seeing mainly confused faces staring back at him. He sighed. 'Maybe I better start from the beginning.'

'John and I thought that hiding the body in the janitor's closet was odd. Richard Hill had to drag the body further to get to that closet, than it would have to drag the body to a waiting car outside. This led me to believe that the body was meant to be found, and that I was supposed to get involved to help you all solve the case. This was reinforced with evidence I found later. Therefore, another step closer to our murderer, or as it happened, the person who hired the murderer. From this we knew that he was someone who enjoyed a game, and was part of a crime syndicate large enough that there was little risk to his anonymity.'

'That all seems slightly far fetched, Sherlock' called Donovan suddenly, cutting Sherlock off. 'There is a much likelier theory than that you were supposed to get involved.' Sherlock cocked his head at her and raised one eyebrow in scepticism. Donovan seemed to take this as a sign to continue. 'Well, you all know that the body was found with bleach on it. I assume that the murderer dragged the body to the janitor's cupboard so that he could pour the bleach onto it and thereby remove any evidence. Then, he simply ran out of time, or thought someone was coming, and left before he had time to drag it down the lift and escape.'

Sherlock tried to laugh, but it got caught in is injured throat. 'Donovan, I suggest you think before you speak. First of all, wouldn't it have made more sense for the murderer to simply fetch a bottle of bleach and then pour it over Rob Martin while he was still in his office? Save himself a bit of time and effort.' Donovan shifted uncomfortably. 'Second of all, the floor was still wet when I arrived, a good five or six hours after the murder was committed. Now, maybe you have never-drying bleach here, but I doubt it. What I think happened, is that the lid of the bleach hadn't been put on properly. In the confusion after Martin's body was found, it was knocked over. The bleach went all over Martin and the floor accidently. The person who did it probably picked it up and replaced it without thinking, which is a natural reaction. The bleach is, I believe what they call, a red herring.' He grinned insolently at Donovan. 'At least you tried.'

'Another piece of evidence, besides the bleach, that I found in the janitor's closet was a piece of cloth that had been ripped off the murderer's clothing. Due to the good quality of it, I deduced that the murderer was rich. The best way for an assassin to get rich, is by being very successful, and getting employed by very wealthy people who can afford to pay his fees. Another way is to be available for use by large crime syndicates. So far, all the evidence is matching up.'

'Next, I analysed the blood on the pen and found the name of the murderer. However, there was still the problem of finding and arresting him, because he was sure to be protected by the influential people he worked for. I decided that the best way to get to Richard Hill was through those very people.'

Sherlock was interrupted again, this time by Lestrade. 'That's all very well, but how did you find out who hired Hill?'

'You gave me the clue yourself. When I asked who had employed Martin before, you said no one. No one, but he had turned down an offer from someone called Jim. This struck me as suspicious. Why would someone with his non-existent level of experience turn down a job? Only if it went against their morals. As to the name Jim, I had heard it before in unsavoury circles. If you think back to the serial-killer cabby who murdered people with the pills, he was employed by someone called Jim Moriarty. Not only have I since found out that he is the head of the largest crime syndicate in England, he is also extremely intelligent and has been after me before.' Sherlock rubbed his neck and grinned at everyone. He was clearly pleased by the impressed reaction his tale was receiving.

'It was not difficult to find this syndicate, and luckily I had the knowledge that would allow me to get in. I previously learnt the code words, which identified me as someone sympathetic to the cause. The day before yesterday, I disguised myself as a rich, blind man, and said I needed Richard Hill to assassinate someone for me. I arranged a meeting, and told him I required Sherlock Holmes to be murdered the next day, that being yesterday. I then had Lestrade and John present for my own attempted murder, so that they could bear witness and assist in capturing the man. Unfortunately, I misjudged his strength, was overpowered and would have died if not for the help of my colleagues. Nevertheless, we were able to capture him, and he is only waiting for a short trial before being locked up for life. Any questions?'

There was a stunned silence after Sherlock's speech, as they tried to understand just how Sherlock had managed to figure all this out so quickly and accurately.

'No? Excellent. Time to go and fill Anderson in on everything he missed. This is sure to be entertaining.' He walked away with John and Lestrade in tow, leaving everyone else staring after him. John looked back and waved patronisingly. He was looking forward to seeing Anderson, just as much as Sherlock.