Okay, chapter two! Here we go.

"Holmes, someone wants you dead! Obviously it must be Moriarty!" Watson had been ranting (sort of) for 10 minutes. "whomever it is, I'll kill him! Nobody threatens to kill Holmes, not after I spent all this time bringing him back!" Lestrade was ranting harder than him. Of the two of them Lestrade was more likely to be taken seriously. Holmes watched the security footage of each crime scene again and again. Looking for hints to the thief's identity. Male, 1.753 meters tall, and an acrobats shape. The video showed the thief picking several different types of tech and putting the smaller pieces in a backpack. He placed a device on the larger ones, it would glow blue for 3 seconds then disappear. He would pull out one of the pieces of paper with a bare hand and drop it. He then pushes a button on his sleeve, glows blue and disappears. Holmes pauses it and enlarges the hand. No scars, no moles, just perfectly tanned. He wasn't sure whether or not he loves this case, no clues from a perfect mastermind. The height of the man removed Moriarty from the list of suspects. Fenwick wasn't capable of this. Plus, the DNA was similar to Lestrade. "I need to punch something," Lestrade said, pulling his attention away. "or eat."

Holmes stands and grabs his coat, "yes, perhaps we should leave. Get a new perspective, I can get nothing from this."

Inspector Lestrade looked shocked, "a crook has stumped the famous Sherlock Holmes? I don't believe it." she said, hands on hips.

"it is only temporary, I assure you." he said, opening the door.

The two of them sat at their favorite fish and chips shop. They left Watson behind to try to match the figure to any known criminals. They ordered their food and discussed the case. "wow, you really are stumped. Don't worry, maybe you just need some brain food. Speaking of." she happily accepted her plate. As Holmes reached for his, his hand began to shake. He pulled it away and the waitress set it in front of him. As she walked away Holmes looked at Lestrade to see if she had noticed. No, she didn't, she was too busy trying to pick a fish bone out of her teeth. His hand continued to shake unnoticed under the table. He carefully dug through his fish, satisfied at the lack of bones, he takes a bite. Suddenly a few seconds later his throat closed and he couldn't breathe. The world began to swirl around him. He could hear Lestrade and other patrons panic. Just before black overcame him he felt a sharp pain in his arm and he could breathe again. An ambulance came and the paramedic checked him over. Lestrade told him what happened, "you were choking and just before you passed out this girl ran over, gave you an injection and ran away. Now I can't find her anywhere and nobody claims to know her." Holmes sat, lost in thought, "how was I poisoned?"

"they tested your food and found microscopic amounts of an unknown substance. Whom ever she was, she knew exactly what to give you."

"perhaps she knows who my faceless foe is, we must find her!" Holmes jumped up.

"or she's in on it." Lestrade pointed out, chasing him.

Fenwick and Moriarty argued over a plan to take over London. "but master! We do not have ze equipment to pull this off!" Fenwick said in his french accent, rubbing his ugly green hands together nervously. "I know! We must find this mysterious thief, he has collected all that we need."

"but how, master?"

Moriarty's thinking was interrupted by a blue glowing object. One by one the equipment appeared before their eyes. The last to arrive was the thief himself. Moriarty shot out his arm to keep Fenwick from pouncing on a new ally. The young man pulled off his full-head hood. With few minor differences, it was almost like looking in a younger mirror. "hello father."

you: FATHER!? Moriarty has a kid? Me: yes, can you guess who the mother is?