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“Where were you?”

“Ugh.” The second Tate said it wasn’t blood, Lorna moved away and picked another spot to begin painting over. If Moira loved cleaning so much, then she could certainly take care of that. The very last thing Lorna wanted to do was take someone’s joy…and honestly? Not touching that ‘bloody looking but not blood’ stain wasn’t high on her list of things to do today. “Maybe we can just let Moira deal with that one…”

But kinda secretly she did want to know what it was.

“Baby blue is pretty. Brings in light and life…something this place sorely needs. Even you have to admit that.” She dabbed the paintbrush into the paint and went back to work on her part of the wall. “And besides, it was on sale. Probably the reason it’s so cliché is because no one ever buys it unless it’s dirt cheap.” Or they just liked a room that looked like someone exploded a baby shower cake all over. Either way, it was better than…

Whatever that stain was.

If only he could follow that up with an ‘I don’t care’. But like any normal person, like any dutiful army doctor, John cared about the lives of oblivious civilians. Time spent with the eccentric Sherlock Holmes didn’t weed that out of him. But oh, how he wished he could deliver a punch to that smug face of the consulting criminal and walk out of here alive, with said people alive.

John sat back down in his chair across from Moriarty. Both hands were on the table, clasped together, unarmed. Though of course his arm was on him, but he opted not to risk it now, instead keeping a firm gaze at the one before him.

          “I’ve told you, I’m not interested in any game that you have           in your pockets. Besides, is threatening innocent lives all           you ever do? Doesn’t that get boring?”