Here is the new chapter as promised. Thank you all for the wonderful reviews and follows. I would like to personally let Guest: Rosa know (since I could not reply to her directly) that after this chapter, the story will be deviating quite a bit from series 1 so there will be a lot of a orginial drama here to come! ;) Anyway, enjoy my darlings!

FYI: This is story is now rated M (due to sexual situations/language for now and future violence) so you have been warned!

Sherlock's mind was in a daze. He couldn't believe it. John Watson was kissing him. "This has to be a dream." He told himself. But he knew it wasn't. John's lips were too real, too soft and too perfect for this to be dream. Even Sherlock's mind couldn't create something this wonderful.

Sherlock moved his lips against John's, slowly at first, but the kiss quickly became more passionate as John ran his fingers through Sherlock's curls and Sherlock wrapped his hand around John's waist. Sherlock couldn't remember ever feeling this alive even with Jim at their best. It was better than the rush he got from solving a case. It was better than any drug-induced high. It was like the moment their lips meet, John had breathed new life into him.

Sherlock could feel John's hardness against his leg and if he wasn't aroused before, he was now. He pressed into John, rubbing his knee against John's groin as Jim had done to him early. As Sherlock felt John moan in his mouth, the small amount of self-control left in him was thrown to the wind and he flipped John around, slamming his back into the wall. It had been decided. Sherlock was going to rip John's clothes off right now in the entry way and fuck him against the wall. He would make love to this beautiful man until both collapsed out of sheer exhaustion. But just as Sherlock began to push John's coat off of him, he heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and a familiar voice.

"Sherlock? John? Is that you?" Mrs. Hudson's voice rang out. John and Sherlock quickly broke apart and stepped away from each other, John slinging his coat back on his shoulders and Sherlock trying to flattened his hair. As Mrs. Hudson face came in to view on the stairs, Sherlock tried his best to look as innocent as possible.

"Yes, it's us." He replied, smiling up at her. "Is something a matter?"

Mrs. Hudson nodded and beckoned them upstairs as she spoke.

"It's the police, Sherlock." She said weakly. "I couldn't stop them."

All the euphoria from kissing John quickly left Sherlock and was replaced with worry and anger. "Not another drug bust." He thought to himself as he rushed up the stairs ahead of Mrs. Hudson and John. "Not again."

X

Sometime later, Sherlock was staring at his laptop, John right behind him. He was so close that Sherlock could feel his breath on his shoulder. However, unlike before, Sherlock knew John had no intention of kissing him. Not after what he had just found out about Sherlock's recent past. Sherlock could still see the disappointment on John's face when it was revealed to him by that asshole Anderson that only six months before Lestrade had found Sherlock in drug den nearly dead.

John had separated himself from the group for a few minutes, his face blank and Sherlock knew he was trying to process the fact that he had just almost fucked a junkie and degenerate. Sherlock hated that John had found out this way, but he figured it was better now than later. He didn't know why he had even tried to keep it from John. He usually didn't care if people knew, but that look on John's face had made him feel truly ashamed for the first time since he was a child.

Sherlock took a deep breath and tried to focus on the case as he turned to Lestrade, who was beside him.

"Did you ever find out who Rachel was?" Sherlock asked him.

Lestrade nodded, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, it was her stillborn daughter's name." He answered. "She's been dead for fourteen years."

Sherlock shook his head, frowning.

"But that doesn't make any sense!" He exclaimed. "Why would she write the name of her long dead daughter with her last breath?"

Sherlock heard the entire room gasp at this statement and quite confused, he turned to John slowly.

"Not good?" He asked, curious.

John nodded, letting out a half-smile.

"Yeah, a bit not good." He answered.

Sherlock sighed and turned back to his computer.

"But it still doesn't make sense." He said slowly. "It felt like she was trying to send us a message, like she was trying to-"

Sherlock gasped loudly and then let out a joyful laugh.

"Of course!" He continued, typing frantically on his computer. "She's brilliant! More brilliant than you lot and she's dead!"

Lestrade's entire team was gathered behind him now, but it was John who spoke.

"What do you mean?" He asked right next to Sherlock's ear.

Sherlock waved him off and asked for the case, which John handed to him. He quickly found the tag and began typing in the email address into the website.

"Find my phone?" John read slowly off the screen. "But why-"

Sherlock was quick to interrupt him as he continued to type.

"Come on John!" He said loudly. "It's obvious. She planted her phone on the killer before she died and since most phones have gps-"

This time John cut off Sherlock's words.

"She knew the police could track it!" He said, clear excitement in his voice. "But that means Rachel isn't just a person-"

Sherlock turned to John, smiling brightly as he pressed enter on the keyboard.

"It's her password." He finished for John. He found John smiling back at him and his stomach did flips. "Maybe all hope isn't lost?" He thought.

Everyone's eyes were glued on the computer as the map and beeping dot finally appeared. Sherlock frowned and shook his head in denial.

"No, no..." He said softly. "It can't be."

Sherlock heard Mrs. Hudson's ask for him at the flat door, but it was John's voice that rang out from beside him.

"What?" He asked. "Where does it say the phone is?"

Sherlock stood up from his chair and stepped away, running his fingers through his hair.

"It says the phone is...here." He said slowly, closing his eyes. He heard the room erupt in questions. Is he sure he searched the entire case? Are we sure the killer didn't hid it somewhere in the apartment? Are we sure Holmes isn't fucking with us? Sherlock tried to ignore them all, delving deep into his mind. "What am I missing?" He asked himself. "How could the phone be here?" Then suddenly Mrs. Hudson's voice rang through his barrier and his eyes snapped open as his walked toward her.

"What did you say?" He asked her, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

She frowned, tilting her head.

"I said your cab is here." She answered. "You did order a cab didn't you?"

Sherlock swallowed and peaked behind Mrs. Hudson's small form and saw a familiar face a few steps down peaking out of a blue ball cap. A face that sent both shock and fear coursing through his body. The smiling face of Jim Moriarty.

Hopefully you guys enjoyed my little twist! There is more to come, trust me and next two chapters will be especially intense! I honestly don't know how long this story will last, but it will at least drag on for a few more chapters, if not more. As always, please comment, follow and favorite if you are enjoying! Much love to all my wonderful readers! :)