Miss Moriarty is Holmes!

Chapter 11(part 2)

(Sherlock's POV)

After a glorious rampage in the flat, throwing insults and words at each other, I made Tom stand on his feet ready to leave the flat. He starts to fix his scarf. "You know what," He started, "You really are a boastful rude man just I imagined."

Good riddance, I'd love to say. Not too long when he tied a couple of knots in his dark checkered scarf that both John and I look at the door's direction. Ella was watching the whole scene like a child watching her parents fight. She was standing there awkwardly.

"I heard the noise of a thousand men," She said innocently, "Thought I might see what's going on."

Tom turns around. He stares at her and she stares back at him. Tom blinked.

"I'm sorry, you look familiar." He said to Ella.

(Joan's POV)

"I'm sorry, you look familiar." A guy who has the similiarities of Sherlock said, shaking his head a bit when he saw me.

This must be Tom, Molly's ex-fiancé. Woah, he's like Molly's Sherlock. This sounds like trouble and the trouble of moving on. No wonder the wedding has been called off. What in England's name are they arguing?

"That's what people say, including your ex-fiance. Molly Hooper. I just crossed her earlier at St. Bart's." I shrug my shoulders and smiled. Though, it quickly turns into a frown, "I'm sorry about the engagement."

He smiled weakly in return, scratching his nape."It's okay. She's---"

"She's going back to him. Don't worry. I'll take the lame favor. There'll be a wedding." Sherlock interrupts on the background while holding his skull on both hands. Things on top of his shelf above the fireplace were slightly being moved. He was looking for his patches or cigarrettes.

He puts back his skull and fixes its position.

Tom rushes towards him with a hug and joy."Oh, thank you so much Sherlock Holmes! God bless you!" Sherlock in disgust cries angrily inside the lock of a grateful embrace. "Get off me!"

Tom left shortly with a happy heart going down the building.

We turned around to stare at Sherlock. When Tom left fully, as in seeing him down crossing on the other side of the street, 221B became noisy because of John's scolding. He faces Sherlock with a glare as I looked in the window. "Why are you so hard on him?" John asks.

"Why are you so easy on him?" Sherlock returns cocky.

"Because he's Molly's fiancé. He's a friend now."

"Don't be ridiculous, John." Sherlock scoffs, looks offended. "Friend? No, there is no such thing to described on him. He's a cheater and a goof."

"Your sod level makes me leave this room. It is obvious that you guys need to talk this out." I reply before stepping out of the flat. I think that I'm not in the right position to be here for more minutes. Sherlock seems numb as he continues searching for his 'treatment'.

"There is nothing to talk about. My tea time has been ruined." He made me stop in my steps. I face him once again. I pout mockingly to him like a bratty girl."Go politely tell sweet John here. Tell him. Someone's just jealous and clearly in denial. Or being a passive-aggressive sod."

John faces Sherlock. He was confused. Sherlock stood from his knees semi-glaring at me.

"He needs someone to talk to." I said once more before storming off.