#dcntcommitsuicide

          “It’s not anything that troubled you, is it?           ‘Cause you really didn’t have to.”

     “If a bird walked into a crocodile’s mouth and the crocodile SNAPPED, is it kidnap or naivety on the bird’s behalf?”  The question was RHETORICAL. Greg had been stupid enough to enter Moriarty’s domain without back up, it was all too easy to LOCK HIM IN. A curious fly, a venus fly trap.  “I don’t need saving, detective,” Jim replied plainly. “The devil and I have FAR too much fun. Do you know what Lucifer means?” Jim took a tab of gum from his pocket and put it on his tongue, chewing it until the sugary shell had gone, “Bringer of light. Lucifer was the BRIGHTEST and MOST BEAUTIFUL of all the angels... ‘til god got jealous and cast him out.”

“Greg,” John smiles, and find that to some relief he doesn’t have to fake being happy to see the man as he thought he might. “How’ve you been?”

“I didn’t know that you had a Bowie phase, Dective.”

“Greg, you busy?” Mary called, knocking on the door of the detective’s office. Sherlock had sent Mary out on an errand, wanting to her to acquire some files from him to put together the case more thoroughly. “Sherlock just asked me to stop by.”

              “I’m not going to disturb anything — I’m sure your forensic team will make a greater mess than I will.” All she needed was ten minutes, Greg. 

     “Now, I... I can see what this must look like to you...” Slowly, the Doctor backed away until he found the wardrobe, raising his hands in surrender. “All the same, I do hope sincerely that you won’t be jumping to the wrong conclusions.”

Greg was the only other person who knew anything about it now. Even though Ross really didn’t like the thought sometimes. Wakanda might be more open to the outside world now, but some things, like past stolen artifacts, were better off they took back first than anyone else. Not even the CIA.