-- John's PoV--

At some random point during the night, there was a gunshot downstairs. I woke up instantly and ran down the stairs to see the PIE team's door ajar. I crept in to see Johnny Toast dead, blood everywhere, and Ghost was missing. I crept in to get a closer look and almost stepped on more broken china. (how do they keep breaking their teacups?) "What happened here?" I whispered, creeping around the shards and double-checking Toast's heartbeat. There was a slight pulse. "Oh, crap... Johnathan, can you hear me?"

"Ouch." He replied, trying not to move. He was shot just below the heart... Someone wanted to make him bleed out. "Wh-here's J-johnny?" He groaned. I did a double-take on the room.

"He's not here, do you know where he might've gone?" And who's in control, I added in my head.

"N-no... A g-guy came in-n and to-ook hm," he choked and I started trying to apply pressure to the wounds. "J-john?"

"Yes?" I asked, trying desperately to keep him from bleeding out.

"D-o me a f-favor, pl-ease."

"Alright, what is it?" I said, prepared for anything.

"Ba-ck up." He stuck a gun in his mouth and fired, his brain coating the back wall. I almost screamed as I dropped him. Ghost would not be happy if he came back...

I dashed up the stairs and back into our flat, almost running into Mrs. Hudson (Who I warned not to go into the basement room (she didn't listen)) And shook Sherlock awake.

"What is it, John?" Sherlock yawned. "Emergency call from the police? Tell them we'll be there in the morning..."

"I JUST SAW JOHNNY TOAST SHOOT HIMSELF IN THE FACE." I blurted, horrified. He gave me a look.

"Hold it, what?"

We went down and Sherlock investigated the scene in seconds. "John, there's nobody in here."

"What?" I peeked my head in to see he was right, no body, just a lot of blood. "I... Did someone break in and take it?"

"John, that'd be ridiculous. It just disappeared."

"I'm being ridiculous here?"

"If I'm correct, one of the P.I.E team will be in here in three, two, one." He snapped his fingers as Ghost ran in.

"SHERLOCK, YOUR NEMESIS IS INSANE!" He shouted, "HE PUSHED ME OFF A SIX-STORY BUILDING!"

"How did you survive that?" I asked him and he started thinking.

"I... Didn't? No one can survive that height." He realized we were staring at him, "oh, people don't do that here, do they?"

"Do what?" I asked, looking to Sherlock, who smiled.

"They come back from the dead... Sherlock clapped his hands together, "wow, how do you do it?"

"I'm... Not sure myself? It just kinda happens..." Ghost cleared his throat, "alright, where's Toast? Your 'nemesis' told his sniper-men to shoot him..."

"He survived it and shot himself in the mouth a couple minutes ago..." I told him, he paled a bit but nodded.

"Alright, he should be back soon. So GET OUT!" He pointed at his door, "NOW, I WOULD VERY MUCH PREFER NOW OVER LATER!" We started shuffling out and he slammed the door shut behind us. I heard him mumbled something about sleep on the other side.

Toast came by about 15 minutes later (yes, we waited) and when we asked what happened, he just told us he woke up a couple streets down by a crime scene, got caught up as a 'witness' and it took him forever to leave, and that was because he managed to tell the cops he didn't actually witness it.

"Has sir come back?" He asked us after his quick explaination, "Oh, and sorry for scareing you, John."

"I-it's fine." I said, looking to Sherlock.

"And your partner has locked himself in your room after kicking us out... So how does the coming back to life thing work?" Sherlock asked, curious.

Toast blinked, "you don't do that here, do you? It's such a common thing for us, I guess we forgot..." He gave us a look. "Gavin has his theroies, personally I like the Darth Calculous one... If you want to ask him about it, I'm sure you know where he's locked up.

"Hold it, what?" I whispered as Toast walked away. Sherlock grinned.

"Now we're getting somewhere." He muttered before turning to me, "John, get some sleep, first thing tomorrow we're going to jail."

"Hold it, what?"

"Moriarty did this, and now he's going to be curious about the coming back from the dead thing-"

"We call them respawns!" Toast shouted from down the hall.

"And before you know it, he'll be unkillable." He finished.

"So what do you suggest we do?" I asked, he got a glint in his eye, and I knew what he wanted to do.

"Well obviously, we beat him to it." He said, smiling, "and we destroy the source before he can use it."

"Hold it, can't it benifit humanity?" I asked as he ran the stairs.

He rolled his eyes, "if the source ends up in public, everyone will be doomed and we'll be put out of a job!"

"Good point..."

"Obviously."