Sherlock sat down at the table and helped himself to some of the food. He'd put on nearly a stone since he and John first got together. He was always so well looked after, and John insisted on him eating at least one meal a day, so much so he'd even got used to it himself, although he still would never eat if he was on a case.
"Remember the file I gave you on Jim Moriarty," he asked Hamish, his eyes dancing slightly with excitement when he spoke of his old nemesis. "Botulinum. He used it on several occasions with great success. There's been two murders recently which I am led to believe involved a particular strain of botulinum. I need to test my theories on some human organs to compare the effects with the effects on the actual victims. I have the case notes from Scotland Yard downstairs."
Sherlock sighed slightly, his mind wandering off to remember his old nemesis. There was a part of him that missed Moriarty, and he had to admit, since the consulting criminal was committed to a mental asylum ten years ago, the world had been a much duller place.