John got up the same as every morning despite what had happened. He wasn't entirely convinced that it hadn't been a horrible dream until he saw the DVD, still on the coffee table where he'd left it. He shuddered, sick to the pit of his stomach at the idea of just carrying on his normal, boring life after seeing that but he didn't know what else he could do. He was bright enough to know he wasn't anywhere near intelligent enough to find the consulting criminal again on his own without any apparent clues.

John sighed and turned on the television, turning it to the news as he wandered into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea before he went to work. God, he'd have to catch the bus this morning with his car gone and that was always fun. This week just got better and better. The officer he'd spoken to last night had been dismissive to the point of opposition of the loss of his car. John wasn't sure if it was a sentiment aimed specifically at him or if she'd had as long a day as he'd had. Either way, unless Moriarty actually brought his car back, it was unlikely it would get found.

He was still running on automatic despite the events of the previous night, doing exactly what've did every morning, until his mind caught up with what they'd been saying on the news.

"-Sources have confirmed the victim of the shooting in Paris last night is thought to be retired Colonel Sebastian Moran-"

That name. He recognised it. It had been on a case with Sherlock, one of the last they'd been on before… he didn't want to say Sherlock's death any more… before that day. Nothing had been proven, the case had been scheduled to go to court after the scandal, but Sherlock had been convinced that the man had been a sniper for Moriarty. Last night the criminal had said he needed a new sniper. The pieces started falling into place.

Sherlock would have worked it out the second Moriarty had made the remark about the sniper, but Sherlock wasn't here. Sherlock was the one who'd killed him.

The newsreader continued to go over the general details, when he'd left the army, why he was such a loss to society, all the usual crap people talked about when they found out someone was dead. It was a bigger piece than they normally did on a regular murder, as they always seemed to be when the victim was a soldier or a veteran or murdered abroad. They didn't mention how only two years ago he'd been suspected of more than twenty murders, but the record had probably been suppressed.

"His next of kin has been informed." The newsreader concluded.

John hadn't even realised the guy had any family. It was one of the things Sherlock had often left out, one of the things that he rarely thought was relevant unless they were the killer or a victim.

John took his phone out of his pocket, not quite believing what he was about to do.

"Hi, Greg."

"Hey John. If this is about Saturday, could it wait? I'm at work."

"No, it's about that guy that got killed in Paris yesterday."

There was a pause as the detective inspector considered what to say next. "Please tell me you don't know anything about that. The guy has suspected connections to just about every organised crime group in the world-"

"No, nothing like that. I knew him, worked with his battalion a few times in Afghanistan. I was wondering if you could get me some kind of contact details for his family. I wanted to send them a card or something, maybe ask when the funeral is."

He could feel Greg's disbelief radiating down the phone but didn't try to justify himself or fill the silence, that would have made the lie even more obvious.

"All right. Just give me a minute to look in the file."

"Thanks Greg."

"Yeah, well you're getting the first round." the DI grumbled. John heard papers being shuffled. "His next of kin is Jim Moran. Husband. That's all I can give you, John, and you didn't get it from me. I only just got them off my back about you and Sherlock."

Jim. That was enough for even John to know it was worth checking out. It couldn't just be a coincidence.

"Thanks."

"And, look, I can't stop you getting involved but if you find anything, give it to the police. We're running out of leads on both sides of the Channel."

"I'm only going to call him up and give him my condolences, Greg."

"Yeah. Of course."

John could tell the detective inspector didn't believe him for even a second but he stuck to his story. "Still up for the pub on Saturday?"

"Yeah. Doubt I'll catch any cases before then." Lestrade said with a sigh. It had been hard for him since the scandal surrounding Sherlock's fall. John suspected that Mycroft was the only reason Greg hadn't lost his job but even though he was still working, he was out of favour with the bosses.

"See you then."

"Yeah, see you later."

John did feel a slight twinge of guilt for lying to one of his few remaining friends but he couldn't give the DVD to the police yet. They might even already have been sent a copy, he didn't know.

All he did know was that he had a name now, and that meant he was one step closer to finding that son of a bitch.