Never Ending Game*A Sherlock, Moriarty fan fic*

CH. 2

CH. 2
CH. 2
SHERLOCK

My smile grew as I watched the news, a live interview with Detective Lestrade on the most recent case. At first glance it appeared to be a mass suicide but there was something more, something that struck my interest. Every one of the deceased was different, too different. It was not suicide, I was sure of it. First off the victims had no reason to want themselves dead ruling out most suicide. On top of that they were all found in places they had no place being. Clearly murder, most definitely.

It irritated me when I heard the Detective say something completely inaccurate on the television so I corrected him. Easily hacking into the reporter’s phones I texted one simple word, it was all that was needed really. Sadly Lestrade ignored me and continued to speak based off what his tiny brain must have considered accurate. It was pitying really. Another incorrect piece of information and I sent another text and another along with a reminder to Lestrade. He would be coming to see me later I told myself as I headed down to the morgue.  

The man laid out on the table had supposedly died of natural causes, I was positive it wasn’t really. Molly looked nervous, and attempted to joke around most likely to relieve what she must have thought was an awkward silence. Ignoring her I unzipped the bag looking down at the dead pale face of the man, “Fine, we’ll start with that riding crop.” She looked as if she was going to question me but did as I said eager to please.

She retreated from the room as I began to beat the dead man’s skin. It would help me determined how he really died. Over and over again I hit until I got tired. Molly walked back in attempting to lighten the mood with some form of joke. She began to start asking something, something was different. Immediately my eyes located it she was wearing lipstick that she hadn’t been wearing earlier. “You are wearing lipstick? You weren’t wearing lipstick before. “ I questioned stopping my scribbled writing for a moment.

She looked startled for a second and hurriedly thought up an excuse, “I…ah, I refreshed it a bit." The way she said it made it obvious she was a lie, a slight stammer when she spoke. Why she was lying I was unsure, it seemed to just be for the sake of lying.

Choosing to let it drop I spoke indicating that she should continue with whatever she was saying previously. “I’m sorry you were saying?", I asked getting her back on topic.

She looked as if she was regaining some sort of confidence as she spoke next, “I was wondering if you’d like to have coffee?”

Of course I would love to have coffee I thought in bewilderment and quickly informed her of how I liked it. “Black two sugars, I’ll be upstairs” Turning I started to head towards the lab to examine things a little further.

“Okay” She answered her voice an octave higher indicating something was the matter, or her nerves were getting to her. She had been shaky all morning I thought, she might want to look into getting a bit more sleep at times.  

Not long after I started my work in the lab footsteps could be heard, they most definitely did not belong to Anne, so it was not my coffee being delivered, two men of different weight by the sound of it. Mike walked in with an unfamiliar man. “Mike can I borrow your phone, there is no signal on mine. ” I asked wanting to send a quick text.

“What’s wrong with the land line?” He asked in confusion. The land line I thought in disappointment, no texting ability. You have to speak into the thing…irritating. You can communicate much faster through text.

“Oh, I prefer to text” I explained simply sparing him the many reasons why I preferred it over calling.

He hesitated for a moment his face showing he didn’t have it on hand “Sorry it is in my coat” He stated. I was slightly disappointed but no matter.