The door flew open as Sherlock slammed his body against it, not bothering with the few extra seconds using the handle would take. I was only moments behind him as we rushed into the room which was quickly desending into uncontrolable chaos.

Ana was on top of her desk as much as she could manage, the leg that wouldn't fit up with her was on the chair nearby. Her fingers gripped the ledge for dear life as tears streamed down her face, screaming.

Zoey was in just as much distress as her sister as she screamed and hopped about, kicking one of her legs in an attempt to shake something off. She leapt up onto the bed and, faster than i thought possible, had removed her jeans and flung them across the room.

"Where's my gun? Where's my bloody gun?!" She shrieked, looking about desperately although she didn't even have a gun on her to begin with.

The girls were nearly unconsolable as Ana sobbed in terror as far off the ground as she could manage and Zoey appeared unable to hold still for a second as she kept moving her feet around and spun quickly in her search for a weapon. Her arms were tense against her torso, hands waving around wildly as she continued to scream.

Sherlock walked quickly over to Zoey and grabbed hold of the half naked woman, wrapping his arms around her legs and pulling back in order to throw her down onto the bed. She was stunned only momentarily, holding her breath in surprise as Sherlock moved again to examine her ankles. Zoey kicked up at him in her attempt to scramble back up and Sherlock allowed her to continue her movement as he avoided the blow and changed his focus to where the discarded trousers now lay in a small pile against the wall.

I watched all of this and had no idea which direction would be the most helpful for me to go. I finally decided to console Zoey as she sat up and nearly fell off the bed in her attempt to distance herself from her trousers.

I managed to grab her shoulders and push her back onto the covers, where she stood on the bed, grabbing the sheets and shaking them out untill she was satisfied she was safe. "What on Earth?"

She stood in the center of her elevated island and gestured towards where Sherlock was now crouched beside the item of clothing. "Giant. Bloody. Spider!" Her words were obviously strained to sound as calm as she could manage and she deliberately made each word very clear. "There was a huge ass spider on my leg and it wouldn't let go and i thought i was gonna die and... i'm in my underwear right now, aren't i?"

There was her moment of clarity; standing on a bed with no trousers on and a halfway destroyed dorm room with her sister still in hysterics on the desk across from us. Somehow, it seemed somewhat fitting for her.

"Um, yes... You are in your underwear but more importantly, are you alright?"

"Of course she's alright," Sherlock grumbled as he paused for a moment. "If she wasn't you'd be treating her and I wouldn't be over here with the murder weapon."

"What weapon?" I had to ask. The words escaped my mouth before I could stop my curiousity.

"Grab a bowl." Sherlock motioned toward the small pile of dishes and i complied, handing one to him as i stood a few steps back, watching curiously as I heard movement from the girls behind us. He held it in his hand, weighing it breifly before he reached out and lifted the jeans up off of the floor, a dark object falling off only to be quickly covered by the dish. Letting out a satisfied sigh, Sherlock turned to look at me, hand firmly holding the bowl securely against the carpet. "Behold, the weapon used to poison Rachel and Danni. Hadronyche modesta."

"What's that?" Zoey asked as she pulled her shirt down in the front in an attempt to cover up before settling for holding a pillow in front of her. Ana had quieted down but still refused to leave her sactuary.

"The thing that leaves no doubt for who the culprit is." He turned back to the bowl and grabbed several papers so as to counter the arachnid's weight with the thickness of the paper as he slid it under the bowl and scooped it up for transport. Before i could protest, he had handed off the creature to me. "I'd keep that well sealed if i were you, John. Now, Ana and Zoey, follow me."

"I'm not wearing any pants!" Zoey exclaimed as Ana slowly slid off her perch, keeping her eyes firmly on my hands as she moved. Her objection didn't appear to phase him in the slightest.

"Then put some on and hurry. No doubt he's on his way off campus as we speak." Lily was standing helplessly and confused in the doorway as Sherlock walked by. "Oh, and Lily, you probably should contact the police and demand Lieutenant McCarron be present." I heard him call down the hallway, refusing to stop and wait for any of us. "You too, John. Bring the evidence with you!"

We caught him halfway to the parking lot. Roylott was walking briskly across the courtyard and stopped dead in his tracks when Zoey called out to him.

"Yo, Proffessor, I think you dropped something." she had recovered from her fear earlier and now walked with a determined fire. I would doubt if violence wasnt on her mind. "And by something, i mean your giant ass spider."

His body stiffened, deciding whether or not he should try and run. I had a feeling i knew what method he would chose to go with in this moment and was not disappointed. He was going to continue and feign innocence for as long as he possibly could.

"Ah, Miss McCarron... what are you talking about?" He turned and looked at her as she approached, myself being a few steps behind.

"Oh, so you're not missing an Australian funnel-web spider?" Sherlock asked as he walked towards the teacher from the opposite direction to surround the man. Ana stood off to the side behind him, merely observing at this point. "How odd, because I do belive this particular arachnid belongs to you."

He chuckled and turned to face Sherlock. "What would I be doing with a funnel-web of all things? Don't you know how dangerous those can be?"

"Yes, I do. I am just as aware of what they are capable as you apparently are, sir." Sherlock smirked, havin caught the man in his own figurative web. "As someone so acquainted with its native continent, surely there's no way you didn't know if its existance or capabilities."

"I don't know what you're talking about." he replied, clutching to his breifcase defensively. "Why would I be missing such a creature and not be aware of it? Do you find me to be that careless?"

"No. But I do find you to be deliberate. For instance, you provided Ana with three copies of one assignment instead of the ones she requested. A teacher such as yourself should have been aware of your mistake. You've seen her during class ad knows that she never checks the handouts shes given but simply takes them home and does them in the order the papers are organized. You didn't know she'd drop the stack and notice the discrepency, did you?" He continued without leaving room for him to interject. "No, of course not. That was one of your many flaws. You assumed."

"This is where it gets interesting. You somehow figured out Ana's schedule and her dorm room, along with her younger sister, Danni's. No doubt you simply checked school records. But why would you do such a thing? You're not the type of man to stalk your students. No, such a depravity would be beneith you. But revenge isn't."

Roylott bristled at that. "What could those wonderful girls have done that i would want revenge on them? They never caused me any trouble."

Sherlock tilted his head slightly. "No, they didn't do anything. But you felt their father did."

"Dad?" Ana spoke up, taking a step closer. "What could Dad have done?"

"He had your son killed." Sherlock stated flatly, making both girls flinch defensively. "Isn't that right? He had your son killed and so what better way to exact revenge than by killing his children as well?"

The man straightened as he faced Sherlock, no longer pretending ingorance. "He murdered my boy! He gave the order that killed him!" He spun around to look at Zoey. "So, yes. I concocted this plan once i realized who his daughters were. What luck that they would be right here in my school. My very class even!" He looked at Ana and then at Zoey, hearing the same sirens in the distance that we did. "He needs to know the pain i went through. The pain i still go through!"

"Killing us won't bring your son back!" Zoey snapped, pointing off towards the approaching squad cars. "Killing anyone doesn't bring them back. It doesn't suddenly make the pain go away. All revenge does is cause more pain! It doesn't solve anything!"

"It may not bring Matthew back, but at least I'll know that he is suffering too!" Roylott threw down his breifcase and charged at Zoey. What he was planning to do now, I had no clue but that didn't stop me. I darted forward, dropping the bowl as I grabbed her and pulled her out of the way, following that movement with my free arm to punch Roylott back.

He staggered, stunned as the bowl hit the ground and papers scattered. The large spider hit the pavement and quickly recovered from the fall, running directly to the proffessor as he recovered from the blow to his face. He didn't see the creature scurry over his foot and it wasn't until it was in his pant leg that he started to react to remove it. Sherlock watched, unmoving as the man panicked, Ana covering her eyes and turning away.

Zoey simply remained where she was with my arm securely around her, watching as the man fell to the ground to roll up his pant leg, several bleeding pucture marks already present.

"Don't panic." Her words were surprisingly cold, the look in her eyes unreadable as the man continued to squirm and stop the continued assault by the threatened arachnid. "You'll only make the poison work faster."