The next day was interesting to say the least.

"This is interesting John..." Sherlock mused as John came down the next morning rubbing his eyes from a long sleep. He was a surprised because usually after a case like this he doesn't sleep as well. It was already eight o' clock a fairly late time for John to be waking up. The detective was pacing around quickly, back and forth from the table to his chair from the table to his chair from the table- "I can't seem to find out why he targeted this family but I will find out." Sherlock spoke very quickly. He then took a pause at the table and fervently tapped on an empty mug laying there. John got the message as he headed over and swiped it off the table. He shook his head as he went into the kitchen.

"COFFEE!" He could hear Sherlock yell from the resting room (which was very ironic considering they do anything but resting in there).

John was about to start making his morning tea, and coffee for Sherlock when he then took in the very distinctive smell of coffee beans. He glanced around and noticed the multiple instant coffee packets laying around the counter. Well- what's left of the open part of counter...all the rest was slowly being taken over by Sherlock's mad experiments. The doctor brought his hand up to his face and massaged his eyes, "Sherlock! How many cups of coffee have you had?" This has happened before. Ever since John had insisted on Sherlock getting his sleep every night without a case it seems as if Sherlock had developed a new found love for coffee. As Sherlock's body got used to more sleep he assumed that Sherlock had been getting tired easily. It was the same with food, he noticed Sherlock actually getting hungry recently. Ever since John yet again had insisted on Sherlock eating at least one meal a day.

Sherlock hadn't answered him.

"Sherlock!"

John heard an irritated sound from the main room, "I don't know about 3 cups..." there was a slight pause, then quieter, "Maybe seven."

There was an audible groan from the kitchen, "I'm not making you anymore coffee!" John then heard an exasperated huff and the distinctive sound of Sherlock collapsing on the sofa. John smiled. He could picture Sherlock dramatically flipping his blue robe over him. Of course he would sulk about not getting more caffeine.

John felt oddly fake being so joyful this morning. There had been a whole family killed mercilessly and here he was making his morning tea and smiling at Sherlock's eccentricities. He plugged in the little Russell Hobbs electric kettle and waited for the water to boil. He paced around the kitchen a bit and brought out some biscuits Mrs. Hudson had made for them. He placed a few on a plate and went to the couch where Sherlock had his blue robe covering him, and he set it down on the couch arm.

"Eat a little bit Sherlock. Look it's sugar, sugar get's you hyped up too." John waits until Sherlock sat up and grabbed the plate, but not before John grabbed Sherlock's wrist and pushed his robe up his arm. There were 5 nicotine patches lining up Sherlock's arm- John assumed it was on his other arm too, "SHERLOCK. You're going to get nicotine poisoning." Sherlock tried to pull his arm away but John pulled off all the patches from Sherlock's arm, "A fatal dosage for humans is about 30 to 60mg. How much nic are in those patches?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes and began to speak so quickly it was hard to understand. "Oh calm down John, these patches release somewhere around 21mg over 24 hours, it's not enough to kill me if they are releasing simultaneously and separately, not all at once. These patches release about .875mg each hour of nicotine and I'm wearing 10 patches so that means every hour I'm getting about 8.75mg released into my system. I've only had them on for 3 hours so it has released about 26.25mg into my system. Considering my extremely high tolerance for nicotine I could leave them on for another 3 hours and it wouldn't affect me."

"I don't care Sherlock. You're taking all these patches off and no more caffeine alright?"

"There's nothing you can do that would make me listen to you."

John put on his doctor face, "This is for your health."

"Who cares about my health."

John rolled his eyes and gave Sherlock his own idiot look, "For one- I do. Also, you're growing spores in the kitchen right? What were to happen if somebody just so happened to accidentally spill cleaner on it?"

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

Sherlock flipped off the couch and ripped the nicotine patches of his arm vigorously. "Fine! Take away the one thing that could help me solve this case."

John ignored him and headed back into the kitchen to finish making his tea. He didn't want breakfast today, rather a morning tea...maybe some brunch and then a small dinner. He'll look forward to getting himself some Thai later today, he always did love Pad Thai noodles and he needed some comfort food. He came out and found Sherlock pacing again, "So what have you found out, hm? You obviously haven't solved it yet...Do you know how he got that address on your phone?"

"All evidence points to the fact that somebody planted the address on my phone beforehand. Although, I suspect that I would have noticed it had been tampered with I've confirmed that the line that pseudo-Moriarty called from was completely secure. That means no information could be exchanged from me to the source nor from the source to me leaving the last possibility. I still can't figure out what's so interesting from the family. It's very obvious what's happened of course, in every room behind the walls there was a planted timer to release carbon monoxide. This killed them- it was painless though which is rather quite interesting because-" John was giving him a look. "It is interesting because they could have chosen to kill this family brutally but-"

John interrupted, "Well couldn't they have chosen this way because it's quiet? No screaming, no fighting, no suspicion."

"No John. You've seen where they live, it's in the middle of no where. It could have been just as easy considering all the resources that Moriarty has-

"Fake. Fake Moriarty."

"They are still Moriarty's resources John, even if they aren't being acquired by the real Moriarty anymore." He went back to his deductions, "The family could have been killed much easier with professionally hired killers... Instead the murderer went through the arduous route of finding compressed carbon monoxide? It takes so much time and effort. There was a degree of care that went into finding a way to kill this family painlessly. With mercy... for a broad term." Sherlock stood up, "I need to interview family friends, people they knew. We need to figure out what made this family special." Sherlock headed through the kitchen and into his room slamming the door loudly. Obviously getting ready.


It was nearing noon.

John had take a shower Sherlock had taken a shower.

Sherlock's designer shampoo scent mixed with John's cheap drugstore shampoo created an interesting aroma that had the cab driver scrunching his nose in the front seat every so often. This left Sherlock very distracted as he looked out the window and tried to not pay attention to the people that attracted his attention. However everything attracted his attention. The women with the red umbrella had just gotten a divorce, how had he known that form the sway in her step?- not even he had noticed. The old man was have heart problems, probably the sign of an impending heart attack, the clutching at his chest had made it obvious. The cab driver was the guardian of a teenage child. As would show from him constantly glancing at his phone- Waiting for texts from the teenager. Previous guardian, out of picture. Was he a God father? Perhaps. Previously military, discharged. He also has diabetes, the clubbing of his fingers made it obvious and thank God he didn't need to inform the man, as shown by the stack of candy bars left in the glove compartment.

Everything was so loud to Sherlock. Everything was so obvious. This case however was not obvious- the case was actually interesting. He steepled his fingers and closed his eyes trying to ignore all the information that was burrowing itself into his mind...It didn't help too much- the cab would run out of gas soon. The cabbie will refill it when they get to Birmingham, if they have a more then twenty minute delay he'll have to stop earlier- Just. STOP. Stop thinking so much about irrelevant information.

THINK.

ABSTRACT

WIFE- Depressed. Anxiety.

Filed under- Cause: Post Partum. Husband. Children. Family. Stress.

Previous Artist. -EDIT, DELETE-.

HUSBAND- Supportive. Anger Issues.

Filed under- Cause: Wife.

Therapist. -EDIT, POST UNDER WIFE-

WIFE ADDED- Therapist.

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Sherlock didn't open his eyes, "We should talk to her therapist first John."

"She had a therapist?" John's voice was blissfully ignorant.

"Yes. Obviously. Couples therapy, as well as individual. It will reveal quite a lot, I'm sure, about the quality of their relationship."

The cab ride continued to be distracting, they had a delay and the driver had to fill up again.

"This is ridiculous." John had said, "Aren't cabbies supposed to fill up regularly? This is absolutely ridiculous."

Sherlock had simply replied, "Hm."

The cab driver ate a candy bar while glancing in the back seat and grinned with chocolate in his teeth as if to say, 'Sorry'

Sherlock had called Lestrade and asked him to quickly acquire the parent's therapist's office address. Lestrade had called back just soon enough so they could inform the driver of the new address.

They finally arrived to a therapist's office. The small building was very modern, every corner was angled perfectly and the chairs were modern and comfortable. The colors were a comfortable mixture of warm greens and blues as well as the touch of white and black- Sherlock acknowledged that they hired the wrong designer for the place. Asking a modern interior designer to give a comforting feeling was contradictory. It was very cold, probably meant to stimulate alertness in their patients and therapists. As they walked up to the desk Sherlock peered over a young women who was typing vigorously on her computer.

She looked up and smiled politely, "Yes, how may I help you?"

"My name is Sherlock Holmes and this is my partner John Watson." He gestured over to John who had nodded kindly. " We are consultants for the Scotland Yard and are investigating the murder of six people in their home. We're here to see Dr. Rosalind Lenton the therapist of two of our victims."

The women looked put off by the prospect of somebody dying.

"I- I'm not sure where she is right now. Maybe her office? Could you give me the names of clients she had? I need to take them off of my registry I suppose."

Sherlock blanked. He hadn't taken any time to figure out their names- He looked towards John who helpfully interfered.

"Mr. and Mrs. Haden" John smiled at her.

The young women at the desk frowned, "Oh, the Hadens'? Poor dears, they were very kind...I can't believe they've been murdered." She said the word like it tasted bad on her tongue, "They came in here every Monday afternoon."

Sherlock had already gotten bored, the women obviously wouldn't give them anymore useful information. He turned towards the hall that was to the left of the main desk and walked down the lines of offices until he found the one with dark black lettering

-DOCTOR ROSALIND LENTON-

"Time to talk to Ms. Lenton." Sherlock said to John.

"Doctor."

"What?"

"Dr. Lenton."

"Hm."

They headed inside where an older women, probably late fourties or early fifties looked up at them from a laptop on her desk. Her hair was pinned up neatly with a yellow brooch in a well kept bun, she had light brown hair that curled over her ears and framed her heart face. Sherlock felt oddly reminded of Mrs. Hudson. She smiled kindly and closed her laptop, "Hello. How may I help you? Have you made an appointment for couples counseling?"

Sherlock quickly got to the point, "No. We're here to investigate the murder of Mr. and Mrs. Haden, we're consultants for Scotland Yard. You were their therapist and we would like to ask you a few questions about the mental state of both of them and the quality of their relationship." Sherlock was very abrupt, and John gave an apologetic look to Dr. Lenton like he does for all the people Sherlock and him interview. Dr. Lenton gave John a knowing look and gestured for them to walk farther in.

"Please sit down, I'll answer all the questions you want."

John sat down, but Sherlock continued to stand up, he titled his head and scrunched his brow. "No questions about patient confidentiality? Interesting."

"I know the law when it comes to patient confidentiality. In the light of murder investigations there is no more confidentiality."

John sat forward and gestured for Sherlock to sit down, Sherlock rolled his eyes and sat grudgingly in the seat. John spoke, "Are you not surprised that they've been murdered?"

Dr. Lenton's lips creased at the edges and she sighed, "Of course I'm surprised. I simply know how to deal with emotions, they were very kind people. It's very sad- but I see no point in grieving. I'll answer all your questions to help however I can." She folded her hands over her desk, sat forward and crossed her legs. "What would you like to ask me?"

Sherlock's voice was abrupt, "Tell us the quality of their relationship. Problems. Fights."

"Yes of course." She brought her finger up to her lips in thought, "Well, they weren't fighting more often per-say recently. As much as they simply brought up more problems. They weren't connecting like they used to. They weren't communicating well either. Neither of them shared any of their major problems with each other-"

"Major problems?"

"Yes. They knew that Jane had depression and anxiety problems." Sherlock logged the name JANE HADEN in his mind, "However, they didn't address her recent thoughts of suicide." John raised his head in surprise and was about to speak before Dr. Lenton interrupted him, "I know the policy when it comes suicidal thoughts, but I found no real evidence that she would have done it."

"Did Mrs. Haden ever talk about anyone wanting to hurt her? Or did Mr. Haden talk about it all?" Sherlock prodded.

Dr. Lenton shook her head, "No no, not at all. Everyone seemed to like them, I can't think of anybody that would want to harm them."

"Was Mrs. Haden taking any medications?" Sherlock questioned.

"I prescribed Prozac to her a week ago. But took her off it just three days into the treatment."

"Why?" John asked.

"That's why I believe she started having suicidal thoughts. Immediately as I prescribed them I saw the connection. So I took her off them."

Sherlock stood up and John followed, "Thank you Dr. Lenton I believe that's all the information we'll be needing."

John fished a little business card out of his pocket, he made them a while ago and he found them fairly useful ~Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John Watson Consulting Detectives~ then there was a phone number, "Please call us if you have anything you'd like to share."

Dr. Lenton nodded but then spoke up before Sherlock left the room, "Wait- Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes...I would like to give you my card." she handed the card to John, "You should have couple's counseling."

John shook his head, "We're not a coup-"

"Yes, I know. It doesn't mean you can't come to therapy. You have a very interesting dynamic. I can observe it in between you." She smiled, "You balance each other very well, and that doesn't need to be romantic Dr. Watson." She sat back down while John and Sherlock still stood silently, "Though I do see slight problems that are between you. There's-" she waved her hand slightly, "Tension. Please contact me if you can." She then opened her computer and waved them out politely.

Sherlock took a slight pause observing her but then quickly fled the room with John in tow.

"Have you found anything out Sherlock?" John asked while he lightly tucked the counselor's card into his pocket. He didn't plan on taking up her offer.

Sherlock smiled and they made it to a main road where Sherlock, with the preciseness of an automaton, hailed a taxi, "I believe I know what happened." He got inside with John and spoke to the cabbie, "Scotland Yard."

John looked towards Sherlock with interest, "What do you think happened?"

Sherlock smirked to himself and started rapidly typing on his phone, "Jane Haden hired who she thought to be Moriarty to kill herself and her family."

"What why?"

"The medication John. I remember looking in her cabinets and finding an empty bottle, it was a weeks worth of medication. She continued taking it even after Dr. Lenton had told her to stop taking it. It cause suicidal and homicidal thoughts. Not uncommon, there are many studies done about antidepressants and violent thoughts. That's why it was so painless for them, she still loved her children, even if she wanted them dead. She specifically chose a method that she considered peaceful." Sherlock nearly laughed to himself, "Oh, this is brilliant."

John made an angry face at Sherlock but chose to ignore him, "Well how did she get any of Moriarty's information? How would she have known about them? Pseudo- Moriarty called acting as if he targeted them."

"That's just it John. He didn't. She called him." Sherlock turned his phone to John, it was an associate list. Jane Haden was on it.

"What's this?"

"I assumed it didn't matter, I even deleted the information at first. Mrs. Haden was a previous artist under the influence of museum curator from the museum where the fake Vermeer was. She must have gotten Moriarty's information through her connection with the curator, and assumed she'd never need it. Obviously settling down with a family in Birmingham." He put the phone down realizing it was still up near Watson's face, "After receiving the homicidal thoughts, she called. We can get her phone records from Lestrade at Scotland Yard. Get any calls that she made recently before their death, we can try and trace this to Pseudo-Moriarty."

John smiled, "Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."

Sherlock couldn't hide his smile.

They got to Scotland Yard at a respectable time, and had made it up to where Lestrade's office was. After explaining all the information Sherlock had deduced, Lestrade had immediately requested the phone records from Mrs. Haden's cellphone.

"Are you sure she wouldn't have called from a pay phone or something Sherlock?" Lestrade had asked.

Sherlock had waved him off and explained that she wouldn't have called from anywhere else but her own phone, as she saw no point in keeping it secret. Considering the fact that she would have died anyway.

Lestrade was rather surprised that the women did this to her children, while getting the information they needed he kept constantly making comments about it. That's rather sick. Why would anyone want to hurt their own children? Why would anyone want to hurt any children at all? In fact, why does anyone do what they do?

John would occasionally pipe in and agree.

They finally got the phone records:

HOWARD NORTON, SAMANTHA'S HAIR AND NAILS, DAVID HADEN, DOCTOR ROSALIND LENTON, JACOB HADEN

John piped up, "Well the only suspicious one is Howard Norton. Who's he?"

Lestrade shook his head at John, "No that's a family friend. We've already talked to him he's got an alibi."

"David, and Jacob Haden?"

"Husband and son."

Sherlock interrupted, "You're both such idiots! We've obviously found out what the suspicious line she called is!"

John glared, "Well why don't you kindly share it with the class Sherlock?" he said sarcastically while gesturing around him.

"It's Samantha's Hair and Nails. The women is depressed, and thinking about killing herself and her family, why would she want to get herself pampered? There was also no evidence of any new makeovers she had recently got done. I'm sure if you checked her transaction history there would be no evidence of her there either."

Lestrade spoke, "Well, I suppose all that we can do now is call the line and trace it."

"I suppose." Sherlock spoke back.

John was sure he wouldn't be getting his Pad Thai.


And there it is! You see, I made it longer then last time. I'm totally prepared to try and do it every chapter. Hope you enjoyed, I've gotten only one review and I think one follow so far- so I mean I'm not sure if anyone is reading this story. I'm sorta considering taking it down. But I guess it doesn't really matter.

Whatever happens, happens!

Thanks, ~Moriarty-Mastermind