Risen from death (Moriarty's return)

The detective and the werewolf

Sherlock and John arrived at the flat around five in the morning, after six days of relentless prosecution of a children's kidnapper. Happily, they were able to find the children before they were sacrificed in the strange ritual the kidnapper was preparing when Sherlock and John barged in the crypt of the abandoned chapel.

There, surrounded by stone coffins, the abductor had buried a pentagram (the sigil of Baphomet, as Sherlock explained later), on the floor, and disposed black candles on its points. On a little old altar, about five years old, one of the kids was lying immobile due to the drug the abductor had injected him so that he could kill him as part of the invocation ritual. Five little vessels were prepared near the altar to keep the children's blood for the ceremony.

While John pinned the criminal to the floor, Sherlock checked the kids. They were shivering with cold, due to the low temperature of the crypt, but they seemed fine. The detective took out his beloved coat and covered the five with it, which made the kids giggle. Then, Sherlock approached the kidnapper and cuffed him with Lestrade's handcuffs while John slipped between the coffins before the Yards arrived.

When they did, Sherlock had to stand the DI's lecture about entering in private houses without waiting for the Yards, which could be considered forced entry by any picky judge, he ironized. While talking, he looked for John, who usually put a bit of rationality in the detective's head, but couldn't see him anywhere, though Lestrade was sure he had accompanied Sherlock. They were inseparable.

Fortunately, at that moment, Donovan and another officer took the kidnapper out of the crypt. The man laughed crazily, yelling nonsense about being caught wouldn't prevent his return, making Lestrade losing track of his thoughts for a moment.

Both Sherlock and John knew the DI would get angry for have been left behind, but, as that night, the moon was full, they couldn't let any of the Yards accompanied them.

It had been Sherlock's decision and, though John hesitated at first, it turned out to be the correct one. While they were waiting to enter the chapel, the clouds dissipated, the full moon shined in all its fullness, and John became the big greyish-sandy werewolf that jumped on the kidnapper, terrifying him.

It was somehow ironic, being short in his human form when John transformed himself, the resulting werewolf was gigantic, reaching almost eleven feet when standing on his hind legs.

So that was why only Sherlock was suffering Lestrade's anger. At the same time, John, hidden in the shadows, enjoyed the detective's evident efforts for not cutting the DI's address with one of his usual sharp retorts. Finally, with the firm promise that they will complete the paperwork in the afternoon, Lestrade let the detective go. He went out of the chapel, scanned the darkness around him with his sharp eyes, and finally walked towards the little cemetery that surrounded the chapel. Once there, he sat on the floor, with his back leaning on the werewolf's loin. John chuckled and licked the detective's nose playfully. Sherlock wrinkled his nose, annoyed.

"Don't do that."

"Oh, come on, you love it," John mocked, licking the detective's nose again.

When Sherlock tried to move away from him, John lifted and jumped on Sherlock, making him lie down. With one of his big claws pinned both Sherlock's wrists to the ground, with other his legs and repeatedly licked his nose, sharp cheeks, and chin, while Sherlock only could grunt in protest.

That was one of the things that John most enjoyed of being a werewolf, the fact that he became much faster, taller and stronger than the sleuth, and could play with him like a cat with a mouse, with that smug smirk on his jaws that Sherlock hated and adored at the same time.

So, after suppressing his protests poking his tongue in the detective's mouth, John let him free, and Sherlock stood up, muttering something about not being fair.