James Moriarty was taken away for questioning. It seemed this was going to involve Mycroft shouting at him until he cried or wet himself. Or both. David McDonald was fussing around Mycroft and bringing him coffee. Mycroft was mostly ignoring him.

"Well Her Majesty will be most pleased with the outcome Sherlock. I should think there might be some reward for you."

"Don't you get anything?"

"My reward is to serve" David McDonald wrote that down. Some people were so easily impressed by bullshit.

"Yes of course." Sherlock was not happy.

"I would have thought you'd have been pleased. Foiled Moriarty again. Rewards from the Queen. Could even be a knighthood you know."

"Yes. But John's in hospital. And my coat is going to need dry cleaning. And John's collar bone is broken. Which means no sex for as long as it takes to heal." Mycroft looked amused.

"Sherlock."

"I'm sure you find it amusing. Just because you haven't had any since 1997."

"Is that really what you think? Your deductive powers are faltering slightly. And its quite simple little brother. You just need to try a different position. Although I would wait till the poor man's general anaesthetic has worn off." Mycroft looked unbearably smug.

"What about the dinosaur DNA?"

"We have a team of experts on it right now. But I don't think the patter of tiny Donalds is imminent. What we are curious about is how you knew which way to go. I've had a team down there and they were running around and shooting up all the wrong passages."

"It was quite simple, dear brother. Moriarty's reasoning is very childish. As though he never grew up. Of course Nanny used to read Peter Pan to me. And it was elementary once I saw the stars painted on the wall. Second to the right, and straight on, in this case to Mornington Temple."

"Ah dear Nanny. How I miss her Eccles cakes. Anyway Sherlock. You better be going to the hospital. And do be gentle with him. I suggest trying oral sex, it's surprisingly satisfying." David McDonald wrote that down as well. Sherlock scowled.

"I hate you. Goodbye." And Sherlock left, wondering how long a general anaesthetic took to wear off.

Here ends the Adventure of the Missing Dinosaur. (Except that it took John two days to recover from his anaesthetic and when he got home with a sling on his arm, still slightly trippy from the painkillers, Sherlock gave him the best blow job he had ever had, and Sherlock realised that he was at eye level with John's belly button. And John realised he had a bird's eye view of the back of Sherlock's neck. And they wondered how, for two very clever people they hadn't thought of that before.)

Sherlock & John will return in the New Year in The Adventure of The London Gherkin.