Did You Miss Me? - Sheriarty

Chapter 5

Sherlock roused and sat up in bed, his messy ebony curls falling past his eyes, then his phone buzzed. Picking it up he noticed the message was from Jim.

Sleep well Sher? - JM

Sherlock smirked and replied, something he never did.

Using nicknames now are we, Jimmy? - SH

Sighing, Sherlock laid back, resting his head on his hands. Then his phone rang. Mycroft. He answered confused, Mcroft rarely phoned.

M: Ah, brother dearest

S: Mycroft, it's 7:30 in the morning what do you want?

M: Well I have some news.

S: Good or bad?

M: Well that depends. It's um Moriarty. Jim Moriarty. He's back.

Sherlock feigned surprise at his brother's words.

S: But, how? I watched him shoot himself in the mouth.

Mycroft saw through Sherlock's lie.

M: Brother dear it is not good to keep secrets. Now tell me, you knew didn't you?

Gulping, Sherlock nodded even though he knew his brother couldn't see him.

S: Yes, yes I knew

M: How did you find out?

Sherlock answered rather harshly, without meaning to.

S: Well maybe I don't want to tell you.

M: Now now brother mine. I must leave you now but trust me, you will be helping us find him.

Sherlock placed his phone back down on the bedside and put his head in his hands. He was going to have to help Mycroft find Moriarty, but he didn't want to, he knew that Jim was still the murderous psychopath that had forced him to fake his death but he didn't want him thrown in prison. He had to warn him. Picking up his phone, Sherlock texted Jim.

Jim, they know. Scotland Yard, Mycroft, they all know you're back and they're coming. - SH

Sherlock hoped this was warning enough as he stood up, pulling on his dressing gown and made his way into the kitchen. Soon footsteps could be heard and John appeared. "Mornin." He mumbled as he made his way over to the kettle. "Tea, Sherlock?" No reply. "Sherlock" "Wha- oh yes tea, please John." Sherlock had been thinking about what this meant for Jim, when his phone buzzed.

Thanks for the heads up. Now I want you to do me a favour. Go and get a cab to Piccadilly Circus for 9am. I'm about to do something drastic, but don't you worry my dear. Just be there, 9am sharp. - JM

The words echoed in Sherlock's head, he could almost hear them being read in the all to familiar Irish accent. "John, go and get ready. We're going out." He stood up excitedly and made his way to his bedroom before hearing John call from behind him. "Where are we going Sherlock?" Spinning round Sherlock stared into the Doctor's eyes. "Piccadilly Circus."