John didn't have to tell the Yard anything; Patrick from the concession stand saw and heard everything.

"Alright break it up! I suggest you go back to the match unless you would like to deal with security!"

Reggie cringed and dropped both John and William.

Alexander gave a smirk of a smile, "Mr. Watson, Mr. Holmes, until we met again!"

Alexander Flames went back to his room and phoned Moran.

"Hello Sebastian,"

"Flames? I told you not to call unless it important. So unless some big development happened within the last-"

"He's alive."

Sebastian was silent for about 30 seconds as he let this information sink in.

"What do you mean?"

"I just saw him; he was here with his pet, Watson. Their close, they had a recorder with them. It's destroyed, but there could be more of them from the Yard. I suggest we-"

"No."

Both men went silent; Sebastian because he was trying to control his anger, Alexander because no one had ever dared to deny him something. "What do you mean?" Flames said nearly growling. "If he is as close as you say, than I'm sorry, but our partnership must be...terminated."

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!?" Flames was now yelling into his phone, "We have been through too much for you to back out now! We are minutes away from going worldwide AND YOU WANT TO BACK OUT NOW!"

"One word. One word and I'll end everythi-"

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! You listen here Sebastian Moran, and you listen well. If your men don't come through, if you don't hold up your end of the deal, I will personally make your life a living hell until you beg for me to kill you! If you so much as think that-"

"Sorry Flames, It's over."

The line went dead and Alexander Flames was left standing there with a shocked look stuck on his face. No one had ever told him no, no one denied him anything, and this was no exception to Sebastian Moran. It wasn't until now when Flames realized just how little he actually influenced their scheme. Moran held all the hostages, Moran did all the killings, Moran planned all the meets, who was their next target, how, where and when everything was to take place. One word, which was all he needed to shut down everything.

Mr. Tomarus shifted nervously in his chair watching the match. They had taken a small break, and he was only minutes away from the time when he was supposed to make the announcement. His role was simple, wait for signal to know that they had their man and him and his family would be safe. But if the signal never came, he was supposed to make the announcement and watch and wait.

3 Minutes until the break was over and he was to make the announcement.

"Hey James, you look a little pale, why don't you go get some coffee or something?" Said Isaac, his partner.

"Nah, just tired it's all. I think after this match I'm going take a looong vacation. The Bahamas sound real good right now."

"Sounds good anytime if you ask me." Isaac said offering a smile, "You've working hard, it's about time you had a holiday!"

2 more minutes.

James whole body was shaking. All that could run through his head was his beautiful wife and his beloved daughter. If they died he would never be able to live with himself. As soon as this was over, and after his son's funeral and everything was settled, he was planning on taking his wife and daughter out of the country for a while.

"Look James," Isaac said, his voice filled his sympathy, "I heard about your son...And-and I want you to know that I'm truly sorry. No father should ever have to bury their child. I really think getting away will be a good thing for both you, Jenn and Stacy. And if you need anything, and I mean anything, you just tell me."

James gave a sad yet thankful smile, "Thanks Isaac, this has been a hard on-"

James was cut off by the beeping of his cell phone.

Do NOT make the announcement, your wife and daughter along with Mr. Howard's wife will all be found back in their homes. If you do make the announcement they will be kill.

"James? You alright?"

James looked up with joy willed tears nearly spilling down his face. There was a sigh that began to flash and the door behind them opened and a man poked his head in.

"We're back in 30 seconds." And left just as soon as he came.

In a flash James went through his phone and forward the message to John and Lestrade.

"And we're back! Now I don't know about you James, but I think the King has finally met his match!"

"I wouldn't place my money done just yet! I have a feel the King is going make a comeback!"

As James looked down into the ring he saw Mr. Howard's face. He hadn't been told all the details, but he was told that both their families had been at risk. As he looked down, he saw the King looked refreshed and seen to have more strength. As the bell rang The King flew himself towards his opponent and tackled him to the ground and pinned him.

His opponent was called 'Screamer' he was nowhere near as strong as Mr. Howard and was an amateur; it felt like an insult that was suppose to lose against him. But he had gotten the word last minute that the plan was off and he could beat the crap out his opponent if he wanted, his wife was safe.

After the match Lestrade, John and William met up with James Tomarus.

"Unfortunately we can't trace it because it was a text. But we can go to the phone company take a look at your phone history and we might be able to find something. But it's a long shot, the number was blocked so there might be nothing."

Patrick had told Lestrade about the John and William meeting Alexander Flames in the lobby. Lestrade was having the film from the security camera's set over and was going to watch them to get a look at Reggie and see he has any criminal records.

"Well, I suppose we've done all we can here. You guys are free to go whenever." Lestrade said looking over some paper work he was handed by one of the staff at the arena.

"Thank Greg, It's been a long day, I think I'll be turning in early today." John said with a yawn.

"Well thanks for all your help; you said the other man's name was Moran, right?"

"Yep, that's right, well see you around. Call me if you find anything!" With that both John and William turned and began to exit the building.

"I'm taking a cab back to Baker Street, wanna come along? It's on me."

As soon as those words left John's mouth he regretted them. He didn't want to sit in a cab during a case with a Sherlock-look-s-like. If anything, he wanted to be as far and away from him as possible. It wasn't that he didn't like William; in fact, he was a rather agreeable man. He always tried to avoid an argument, always seemed to put other people's feels first and tried hard not to be a burden. It was so unlike the real Sherlock. Part of John wanted to be around William, he told himself that he was over Sherlock, that he had moved on. But deep down, something buried deep within his soul, something cracked, a shattered, and cried, yelled, scream, ripped, kicked, punched, hit, something was in anguish whenever he saw William.

"Nah thanks, my girlfriend got a day off from work and so we planned to have a nice quiet night in, ya know?"

No, John so wanted to say, no he didn't know. A 'Night in' to him meant him and Sherlock sitting at home, with John updating his blog, drinking tea or reading a book while Sherlock complained about being board or would sit and yell at the Tv while they watched crap telly.

"Ya I guess. Well see you around than!"

"Sherlock that was close, too close."

"Piss off Mycroft! Apparently Moran has 'terminated' his partnership with Flames. You should be grateful I found out that much! Now tell what Moran's next step is so I can leave! And don't tell me you don't know or to 'deduce it myself', just tell me so we can get on with it!"

Mycroft owned him this much. He had betrayed his brother and had brought pain to the few people who actually cared what happened to Sherlock. He had given away Sherlock's live to a man he KNEW only goal was to completely destroy Sherlock's life and eventually kill him.

Mycroft sighed and handed Sherlock the files. "From what my men have gathered Moran's business with Flames was to get more men. Flames was going to supply Moran with these men, but with a price. What it is, or rather was, we don't know yet. What we do know is that Flames didn't trust Moran, so he go the Scotland Yard's attention for...insurance so to speak, so that if Moran went back on his deal then Flames would turn him over. Apparently Moran found out about this and requested a meeting with Moran. I'm guessing they came to a quick agreement not to 'pull any triggers'.

Sherlock was just barely listening as he read over the files. But although he wasn't listening, he was storing it to his hard drive so he could remember it later, which is if Mycroft told him anything useful.

"But once Flames called him back and told him you were on the case and were there, he panicked and ended his deal with Flames. So, assuming he is still going after his original cause, he will most likely be trying to either find men to join him, or find someone who cans supply him with these men."

Sherlock stood up without looking away from the files, "He is probably doing both. He doesn't have any spare time; he thinks I've almost caught him, which I have. Thank you Mycroft, you've actually been useful this time!"