Him, Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 5~ Play Date

Edited 8/25/2k16

-----Willow's POV---------
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I run up the stairs of Sherlock and John's flat and into the living room. I walk on top of Sherlock who is lying on the floor. I step back and start to apologize over and over again. He glares at me with piercing eyes. I quickly stop, seeing that he is immensely annoyed. 

"Why am I here?" I ask looking down at him. John standing in the background. Sherlock opens his eyes for a fraction of a second then closes them again.

"Do you know of a man named Moriarty?" His voice is iced over. My eyes narrow onto him.

"That's what I wanted to ask you." My eyebrows form a crease between them. John must have told him.

All of a sudden Sherlock hops up to his feet. His face centimeters away from mine. I don't flinch, this could easily be him just testing me. My weaknesses, my limit, my test is either beginning or he's just thinking. The usual.

He looks at me. I look at him. My head looking up at him and I grin.

"Why have you mentioned Moriarty, Willow?" He ask abruptly. I close my eyes and breath in heavily. Should I tell them or not? My head is reeling, but I keep my emotions hidden.

"Can I trust you with anything?" I ask Sherlock. God I'm so stupid. Of course I can trust them.

Silence.

"Of course you bloody can!" John interrupts. He smiles widley- "We are here for you from now on, right Sherlock?" Sherlock doesn't response in the slightest way. No movement comes from him, he keeps his eyes on me.

"I bumped into a man who called himself James Moriarty... He said 'tell Sherlock James Moriarty said hi'," I breath. Sherlock narrows his eyes. Piercing me with his icy blue eyes.

"He's dead." He practically sneers at me.

"Well obviously not." I respond harshly.

"But I watched it..." He looks confused. He puts his fingers to his temples. I watch his eyes flicker almost as if he is reading a book. Sherlock starts to whisper parts of sentences, conclusions at least.

"Sherlock who is he?" I ask pushing through his thoughts. He glares down at me a with his blue eyes.

"He's a criminal mastermind who plays with your emotions, looks for weaknesses to toy with. He has his own little game that he is getting you involved with. I don't know why. Is it to get to me? Very very possible. May it be that he simply just wants you to join? His new little friend? No no no. I think not." His words are hard to understand because of how fast he is. After he finishes ranting he stares into my light blue eyes.

-----John's POV--------
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I stare at the two. Eyes both blue. Sherlock's a icy and solid blue. Willows very light almost transparent, outlined with dark eyelashes.

"I'm glad I know something slightly more than before." Willow says coldly. "Tell me more."

"What else do you want to know" Sherlock responded in the same tone.

"I want to know why he's coming to my house now." Willow sighs. Sherlock's eyes widen.

"He's coming to your house?" He growls.

"Yes. And I want to know why." Willow commands with ice in her tone.

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