A Christmas in 221B

6. Merry Christmas! -JM

Sherlock rushed towards the strange package and tore the wrapping apart.

A DVD.

He then took Lestrade's computer, quickly asked 'May I?' and inserted the disk without waiting an answer.

The face they all knew so well soon appeared on the screen.

"Hello boys,
You know me, don't you?
I looove games and stories!
And I like Christmas presents!
So let it be:
"A Christmas Carol at 221b"
It's not over now, you still have to find out what did I want to say, 'cause.. oops!"

The screen suddenly went black, and the video stopped.
The three men stood there, frozen.
An awkward silence took place, and was broken a few minutes later.

-These are most likely to be the echoes of his influence.

-I'm sorry, I'm not sure I'm keepin' up entirely. Lestrade frowned.

-Moriarty was like a spider. He had a vast web and he knew precisely what would happen if he pulled on one string or another. He controlled it all, and can control it even after death.

-So... this.. is his web. Concluded John.

- Exactly. Where's the second disk? He said impatiently.

-Don't have it.

-How did you get it?

-Donovan brought it.

As soon as she heard her last name, she knocked on the door. Sherlock assumed she was stalking them to find a new argument to call him a 'freak'.

-You called sir?

-You stalked ma'am? Sherlock interrupted their beggining conversation.

-Freak. She jerked him away.

He tried not to show his current emotions even though he could feel anger boiling in him, as it happened every time he was called as such.

Detective Inspector was annoyed, but didn't interviene. Instead, he asked Donovan
-Where did you get the disk?

-It was outside. There was a sticky note on it. That's how I knew it was for you.

-Naturally, you threw that sticky note away, am I not right? Asked Sherlock impatiently.

-How would that note matter?

-Where's the note exactly?

-I didn't throw it away yet, it's in my pocket. Donovan said, pulling the piece of paper out of her pocket.

Merry Christmas. JM to SH&JW.

-Huge pressure on the pen and the letters' slant tends to go to the left. A very emotional, and egotistical person.

Sherlock stared at the piece of paper a few seconds more, and added:
-And a very careful person aswell. Surprisingly enough, I can't tell more. It doesn't even smell anymore, nothing but Donovan's perfume.

He glared at her like if she was guilty. She was. She should've brought the sticky note along with the disk.
-I don't see what else can I do here, unless...

Sherlock rushed towards the rests of the wrapping paper to examine them.

-Haha! He shouted out of joy.
-There you go! Would you look at that! Blood!

He handed it to DI Lestrade and pointed at the barely present little brownish point that was probably blood.