Chapter 4

Author's Notes: Sorry for another delay, though it wasn't as long as the last one. This is just a short chapter to show where we are, give a little information, and advance the story a little. Please R&R, I love seeing new reviews pop up. Enjoy…..

6 weeks later…

Sherlock and John were currently running out the front door of an old, tall, gray, three story building and into the nearby woods about half a mile across a pasture to the left. Sirens were blaring from the building behind them and screams were echoing in every hall. There were several fires that could be seen blazing in different windows throughout the building. Each room with a fire had once held documents and files by the hundreds and computers with hard drives full of information that could bring down whole countries. The documents were of old clients and new, plans long carried out and some currently taking place, and of plans preparing for the distant future.

Sherlock knew that Moriarty had been working all over the world and he had a vast network of people working for him, but he hadn't known it was quit this extensive. Moriarty had clients, workers, and bases set up in multiple countries and once Sherlock, John and The Doctor had snuck into his main base set up in the middle of Ireland, surrounded by miles of empty fields, where all his work was organized then set to his workers in other countries to be carried out, and stole the papers to find where all his separate bases all over the world where located, they destroyed everything they could, bringing down the main base. With Moriarty dead and all the information destroyed the building fell on its own within a week. And that was their plan. The three would slowly bring down each building one by one, destroying all the information each organization had in the process.

The Doctor had taken Sherlock and John to dozen of bases and hideouts of all sizes all over the world and they slowly torn down each base one by one. Normally it was just Sherlock and John that went in. It's not that The Doctor didn't want to help, but he knew what went on in those buildings. Many of the men working in those buildings would be put down before the two men ran back into the TARDIS for safety and it wasn't uncommon for them to return with wounds. The Doctor knew the men that were being killed were bad men, they probably deserved it, and John was just protecting Sherlock, which was far more important than the lives of men that lived to torture and kill for their psychotic boss. But The Doctor was too good a man and he stuck to his word, he would never use guns and he never hurt people unless it was the absolute last resort. Still, it was better for The Doctor to stay behind. He kept the TARDIS waiting while Sherlock and John would run in and do all the work. They knew what they were doing and they always made quick work of it. In and out within an hour and they almost always got the job done. They worked well together, protected each other, and always made it out with only minor injuries or less. Since they started tracking down bases Sherlock, John and The Doctor had been to Ireland, Spain, Germany and America, as well as taking out a single hideout in the U.K.

The building Sherlock and John were currently running out of was the last building in Germany and the last hideout Moriarty's network occupied. Once all the documents had been destroyed and several of the men working there taken out, Sherlock and John made a break down the stair case and straight for the front door. As the rooms with the burning papers and smashed or erased computers began to fill with smoke, alarms started going off from the fires. Soon it was discovered that the fires had been started by intruders infiltrating the base and other alarms started to follow.

Sherlock and John were greeted at the door and seemed to have been surrounded. Lucky John was quick on the draw and didn't think twice about where he was aiming. He took out four more men easily at the door and he and Sherlock were able to escape, making for the nearby woods, though Sherlock was shot in the left lower leg and John's right arm was grazed. Still even with their minor injuries they ran as fast as they could, using the last of their strength to disappear between the trees and run for another mile into a clearing where they knew the TARDIS would be sitting, waiting for them.

Once entering the clearing, they ran up to the TARDIS and pushed their way through the blue door. The Doctor was standing at the controls and started to power up the engines as soon as the two were inside. John stored his gun in the back of his trousers and sat down on the stairs connecting the floor to the platform. Sherlock limped up the stairs past John and sat on the seat facing the controls. Pulling his leg up, he examined his leg wound. Luckily it wasn't very deep and when John got his breath back he would be able to treat it.

"Are you two O.K," The Doctor asked almost urgently, his voice dripping with concern. He saw the wound on Sherlock's leg and wondered if this wound would be worse than the last.

"Yes, we're fine Doctor," John answered for the both of them. He regained his air quickly and walked to his room to retrieve the medical kit he had acquired, patting Sherlock on the shoulder as he past him.

"Is it done," The Doctor asked again.

"Yes. We destroyed all the files and information, all the computer data and all of the backups in every room, everything. That was the last of Moriarty's bases and the last of his work. We did it Doctor. Moriarty's network is destroyed, dismantled. Completely erased," Sherlock stated, sitting up a little straighter, with a proud smile on his face.

"How many," The Doctor asked.

The Doctor asked the same three questions after every job: Are you alright, Is it done, How many. Always asked in the same order, the order of importance. Are you alright: It was The Doctor's job to keep Sherlock and John safe and he would never forgive himself if they were ever truly hurt. Is it done: If the job wasn't done then they would have to come back and try to clear the building again. Thankfully that had only happened on two or three occasions. And how many: How many men were killed during this specific job? Sherlock and John never killed anyone unless it was necessary, though it was almost always John that carried out that specific task, and it was always necessary to put down at least one or two men while clearing a building of its information. The Doctor understood of course, it had to be done, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

"Nine," Sherlock answered showing no concern and feeling even less. Sherlock knew why The Doctor didn't believe in guns or violence, he understood and even respected him for it, but Sherlock was still unaffected and understood that sometimes it had to be done to get a job done.

No more was said on the matter and by the time Sherlock had answered the remaining question John jogged back into the room carrying a small medical kit in his hands. When he reached Sherlock he sat down on the seat beside him. He quickly examined the wound before deciding to remove the bullet, use a disinfectant, and wrap it to heal, before gathering what he needed and beginning to work on the leg.

By now The Doctor had stopped messing with the controls and turned to lean back on them to watch John work. Once John finished wrapping Sherlock's leg he began to examine his arm while asking the room aloud, "So what's our next move, was that the last base?"

"Yes," Sherlock responded as he examined his wrapped leg, moving it to test its limits, "Moriarty's network is destroyed. Our work is done." Sherlock smiled again before continuing, "As for what comes next, well, that's up to you."

"What do you mean?"

"Well your work is finished. We accomplished what we set out to do," The Doctor began.

"The question is, are you ready to go home," Sherlock asked with hope in his eyes. He stood up and moved to stand beside The Doctor, waiting for John's response, and hoping it was anything but asking to go home.

"Well, what's the other option," John asked with slight hesitation as he looked between the two men in front of him. He saw the look in Sherlock's eyes and knew he had other plans then going home.

Sherlock smiled and turned slightly to face The Doctor. All eyes were on him and the room went quiet.

His only response, "Well the two of you can come with me if you'd like. You can go anywhere you want in all of time and space. Only one condition: It has to be amazing."