Moriarty's Final Game (hold)

Chapter 2 ~ A Strange Case

Buzz

Sherlock's phone buzzed on the table, he didn't even glance at it.

Buzz

He still ignored it.

Buzz

"Umm, Sherlock," I said, "your phone."

He snapped out of a daze, "What?"

"Your phone went off." I said

"Oh." he said as he grabbed the phone

He grinned mischievously.

"Alright, how many people got murdered?" I asked

"Seven." he stated.

"Wow, we've got a serial killer on our hands, I bet you're excited." I said

"Want to come?" he asked

"Yeah, sure thing." I replied

"I'll call John." he said as he grabbed his coat. I grabbed his scarf and we headed out the door.

We arrived at the crime scene twenty minutes later, John was waiting for us.

"How gruesome?" I asked

"Well, there's not really any blood, but there's dismembered bodies in there." John replied

"Aww, it's no fun without any blood." Sherlock said with a smirk.

"Sherlock!" I said smacking his arm, he just chuckled.

"Let's go in." John said. Sherlock and I followed.

It was a dark room and there were body parts everywhere.

"How fresh?" Sherlock asked

"A couple of kids found it a couple hours ago." Lestrade said

Sherlock pulled out his phone and photographed the crime scene.

"Have to bodies taken to Bart's morgue. Molly can you reassemble these bodies?" he asked

"Yeah." I said

We left for the morgue about ten minutes later.

"So what do you think this is?" John asked looking out the window of the cab we were in.

"A window." Sherlock said with a sly grin

John sighed, "no the case Sherlock, what do you think it is?"

"A case." Sherlock said chuckling

I hit his arm and said, "stop being a smart arse."

He chuckled one last one then said, "a serial murder, of eight people."

"Well I could have said that." John said annoyed.

"I know." Sherlock said chuckling

"Sherlock be nice." I said

He just grumbled to himself for a reply.

"He's just mad I'm being the dominant one and telling him what to do." I said to John who laughed as a response.

"Oh Molly," Sherlock said as he faced me, his voice got deeper, "we both know I'm the dominant one."

Johns face went from joy to horror as Sherlock leaned over and kissed me passionately.

"Okay calm down you two, we're in a cab." John said

Sherlock ignored him.

"Sherlock can you please be Sherlock the consulting detective and not Sherlock the annoying git." John said

Sherlock stopped kissing me and glared at John.

"Fine if that's what you want," Sherlock said, "that's what you're going to get."

The rest of the cab ride was silent, Sherlock and John glared at each other the entire time. I just sat silently holding Sherlock's hand.

We arrived at St. Bart's approximately a minute later. Sherlock pulled me out of the cab and towards the building.

"I'll just pay then." John said angrily

Sherlock mumbled something under his breath, and pulled me into the building. We didn't even wait for John. Sherlock just dragged me into the elevator, he pushed the button to go up.

"Sherlock that's the wrong button." I said he just shushed me.

"Sherlock." I said

"Molly? do you think I'm annoying?" He asked

"Well, you can be an annoying, stubborn, ignorant arse at times, but I still love you." I said

He cracked a smile then unexpectedly pinned me against the elevator wall and crashed his lips against mine. the elevator door opened, he ignored it. after about a minute the door closed and the elevator was moving again.

When the door opened once again John stood in the doorway.

"I'll just take the stairs then." John stated before he turned around and walked to the stairs. I pushed the down arrow on the elevator and turned my attention back to Sherlock, who was currently leaning forward to kiss me again.

"Look, Sherlock I know you enjoy kissing, but we shouldn't do it in public. It disturbs people." I said

"You mean it disturbs John." he said

The elevator door opened. I grabbed his hand.

"C'mon Sherlock." I said leading him out of the elevator.

"The bodies haven't been delivered yet, maybe you should take out your emotions on a corpse." I said pulling his riding crop from his coat pocket.

"Why do you keep your riding crop with you?... Never mind I don't want to know." John said, Sherlock smirked and grabbed the riding crop heading to the nearest dead body on a slab.

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