Sherlock had to admit that his brother was good in an emergency. Mainly because everyone was so scared of him they did exactly what he wanted. So if he wanted say, armed response units, helicopters, and unmarked vehicles with large men in suits he generally got them and no questions asked. This time it looked like he'd pulled out all the stops. John had been placed in an ambulance and was currently having his shoulder stabilised and being given drugs that made him giggle and go cross eyed. And Sherlock was in a large black car with Mycroft on his way to the Natural History Museum, breaking every speed limit there was.

"Moriarty?"

"Yes."

"But in God's name why?"

"He doesn't really need a reason. He does things to prove how clever he is."

"Hmm" Mycroft looked pointedly at his brother.

"John seemed to think it was something to do with extracting DNA from the dinosaur? Something about a Jurassic Park? Although I think the pain was getting to him."

"Well that would explain why they brought the first dinosaur back. It isn't real. Just a display model made from resin. Donald is of course real."

"So you think John might be right?"

"By the law of infinites it had to happen eventually."

"That isn't very nice Mycroft. Only I'm allowed to insult my Boyfriend."

"Well my men are in position at the museum. If Moriarty shows up. We'll have him."

Xxxxx

James Moriarty had just dealt with the mop wielding pensioner and was feeling rather pleased with himself. His lackeys were carefully reassembling Donald, taking extra care to dust all his bones before placing them. Moriarty figured that no one could prosecute him for borrowing a dinosaur? And no one, not even that smart arse Sherlock Holmes and his chunky little boyfriend would be able to work it out. There was a small amount of satisfaction that, out of this terrible mess, Moriarty would have managed to drive Sherlock completely bonkers. Although that was scant consolation for having to break his promise to Donald.

"I'll come and visit you though Donald. You know this doesn't mean that I don't love you?" The dinosaur looked miserable. Moriarty felt the tears beginning to prickle in his eyes. And then he became aware of the multitude of tiny little red fire flies that were suddenly buzzing around him. One tiny pin prick of scarlet light settled on his forehead.

"Oh that is just not fair!" he shouted and burst in to tears.