Yay! New chapter! :3 Btw, I was not expecting anyone to figure out what the hidden message was in the last chapter, because it is a very advanced type of cipher (or code) that I used a translator to make. Please leave comments to encourage me to upload faster!

Enjoy :D

Watson's POV:

"The letter is coded, Watson," he said to me.

"What type of code did he use," I asked.

"I am not yet sure," he said, biting his lip. "I can tell you right now, though, that Moriarty used a very complex and advanced code system."

"Well, can you decode it?" I asked anxiously.

"Of course I can. For I am-"

"-the great Sherlock Holmes," I said.

"Indeed," he replied. "Although, I am not yet sure what length of time it shall take me to decipher the letter."

"I see."

"I presume I will start now," he said, with a smile and excitement glittering in his eyes. "Will need a peaceful and silent workspace, though."

"Then I'll go to the market, so you may have peace and quiet," I said. He sat down with a pencil and paper, and began to decrypt the letter.

"Thank you, Watson," he said with his eyes still fixated on Moriarty's letter.

I stood and grabbed my coat and swordstick, then started for the door.

"It's the Bifid cipher," Holmes stated.

"The what?" I said in confusion.

"The coding system Moriarty used. It's the Bifid cipher."

"Oh," I said. "Making progress already?"

"Yes."

I smiled and said to Holmes, "I will be back within the hour."

"I will be here," he replied, immersed in the letter.

I then left, confident that Holmes would solve the hidden message in Moriarty's letter.

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I returned to my residence at Baker Street exactly 40 minutes later, with Holmes no where to be found.

My mind went into complete panic mode. I ran through every room in the house numerous times, looking for him. I then thought, "Maybe he left to get something." I asked Mrs. Hudson if she saw Holmes leave, but she told me that she didn't even hear a thing while I was gone.

I went back to the living room and began to frantically search for anything that could be a hint to what happened to my beloved Holmes. I would never be able to live with myself if something bad were to happen to him. I love him with all my heart, and life without him would be unthinkable.

My eyes moved to the table where Holmes was working on decoding Moriarty's letter. He already had some of it figured out. It read:

Dear Mr. Holmes,

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Sincerely,

Professor Moriarty

"Oh, god."

-my lovely page break-

I've decided to leave off there. I will hopefully be uploading more soon, but no guarantees, for I will be in Florida starting Tuesday, and I have to travel from my residence there to get internet connection. Which, utterly, sucks.