Revenge //DISCONTINUED//

Chapter Two

John opened the door to the flat and walked in, followed by Mary. Sherlock looked up.
"John, Mary."
John nodded. He looked at Lestrade.
"So, there's news on Moriarty?" John asked.
Lestrade scratched his head. "Yeah...the thing is-"
"He's dead." Said Sherlock, straightening his clothes. Then he paused, thinking. "Well, we think he's dead, but then again, he does tend to "die" a lot."
Mary frowned. "How do you know he's dead?" She asked.
"Well it's a bit creepy actually. His body was left on the door of the police station." Said Lestrade.
"But we don't know who left it there." Sherlock added.
John frowned "Maybe an enemy of Moriarty's? Someone trying to scare us by showing that they're worse than Moriarty?"
Sherlock smiled, some pride showing in his face. "Very good John. And yes you're probably right. Someone is probably trying to show us who's boss. Unless, of course, this is actually Moriarty's plan."
Just then the door opened and Mycroft Holmes stepped inside. Lestrade's face lit up a little bit when Mycroft came through the door, and Mycroft smiled back at him. Not a sarcastic smile. A real, genuine smile. It was nice to see, really.
Sherlock rolled his eyes.
When Mycroft saw him he sighed.
"Honestly, Sherlock-"
"No arguing, please." Said Mary. "You two argue far too much."
Mycroft sighed and looked at Sherlock again. "So, you need my help, brother dear?"
Sherlock glared at him. "I thought we could use extra hands. Anyway, Moriarty is dead. That's why I called you here."
Mycroft considered him through bored eyes. "I know. Greg told me."
"Ooh Greg, is it now?"
"Sherlock-" started Mycroft.
"Stop it!" Yelled Mary.
Sherlock and Mycroft both spoke in unison "Sorry Mary."
John smiled sideways at his wife.
"Right." Said Mary. "Down to business. Do you still have the body?"
"Yeah, it's in the lab with Molly Hooper." Said Lestrade, who was smiling a bit. "We can go there now, if you like."
John nodded. "Sounds good. Let's go."

They arrived at the hospital. Molly greeted them, leading them into the room where Moriarty's body was.
"So, what's the verdict, Doctor Watson?" Said Sherlock.
John leant over the body. He looked at Moriarty's face. It definitely looked like him. John searched around Moriarty's neck and head. He then examined his torso. It suddenly struck John that Moriarty was actually quite attractive. This was probably the strangest thought John had ever had. He turned and nodded and Sherlock. "Yup. Seems like a stab wound."
Sherlock nodded and walked around the body.
"So?" Said Lestrade. "What do you think?"
"I can never really know for sure," Said Sherlock. "But I think it's him."
"So you think someone stabbed him and left him on our doorstep?" Lestrade asked John.
"Looks that way." Said John. "But I'm not sure what kind of person could just stab James Moriarty."
Mycroft rubbed his chin thoughtfully and spoke for the first time since they'd gotten to the hospital. "Very true, John. They would have to be a very powerful person, indeed. So either this is another one of Moriarty's plans or-"
"Or we're dealing with something different." Said Sherlock, a smile curling on his lips.
"Something new."

A/N Hey guys! Just wondering, do you think I should make my chapters longer?
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