John Watson sat down on the hard wooden chair, eyeing the open laptop with a familiar smile. After a few moments of thoughtful reflection upon his last case, John's fingers fell into a series of skillful movements. Within an hour it was completed, and as he looked back at the finished product, a feeling of satisfaction washed over him.
Moriarty felt the uncontrollable urge to message Sherlock and begin another game of whodunit. Although he had the resources and more, a little voice inside his head told him no. Save it. The suspense of prolonging will only make for a grander ending. Moriarty grinned and placed the phone back in his pocket.
Lestrade extracted the letter from his cost and placed it into the hands of Scotland Yard messenger, Luke. Immediately an invisible weight had been unloaded from the detective. Letters. I haven't used them in ages! Nonetheless, it's about time they've reemerged from the shadows of email.