Sherlock: Consequences IIThe Consequences of Our ActionsPart IIFollowing Lestrade into the building, John felt completely out of place, but he was certain that if he didn't investigate and than got back to Sherlock, insults would follow.The crime scene was one of London's biggest libraries. It was a cold building and even its interior seemed mainly made up out of concrete. It felt wrong to John to call this a library. They entered, what ironically turned out to be the true crime section of the library, to find the body of a middle-aged man. He had been shot once in the head. John kept his distance while Lestrade talked to the agents already there. Evidently h
Sherlock: Consequences IThe Consequences of Our ActionsPart I"I am so changeable," Moriarty's voice echoed through the room, reverberating against the tiles, making it sound hollow. "You can't be aloud to continue You just can't."The words did not matter. They could have been anything. It was the voice, that voice that seemed to crawl into your head and stay there, moving along the inside of your skull. Any of those things would not have mattered to Sherlock, he would not be intimidated so easily. Except Moriarty was something new. He could not judge his motivations, could not gage his reactions. And the cold fear that crept up Sherlock's spine was sta
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