Falling For You

The Landing

Sherlock woke up on the floor of his bedroom.  At first, he couldn't remember anything.  But then... but then it all came back to him.  He had just finished changing into his purple shirt, the one John loved the most, when he heard something coming from the other room.  He called to see who was there and Moriarty walked in.  Not dead.  Sherlock about pissed himself, but Moriarty had drugged his tea and Sherlock was out before anything else could happen.  Moriarty laughed as he watched Sherlock fall to the ground.  But Sherlock couldn't remember what happened after that.  If John... where was John?  Sherlock checked his mobile for the time.  John should have been home already.

Sherlock quickly dialed Lestrade's number and waited for him to pick up.  He picked up on the second ring.

"Sherlock?" Lestrade said into the phone.  Sherlock was already racing out of the flat with his coat and scarf in hand.  He had to get to Scotland Yard as quickly as possible.  He had a feeling that he knew exactly where John was.  

"Gavin, I need help," Sherlock cried into the phone as he slammed the door to 221B Baker Street shut.

"Greg," Lestrade corrected. 

Sherlocked rolled his eyes and hailed a cab.  "Whatever.  Look, John's missing," Sherlock said.

"What do you mean?" Lestrade asked into the phone. 

"I mean he's been taken.  And I think I knew who took him," Sherlock explained.  He told the cabbie the address and told him to floor it.  Sherlock needed to get there fast.  Time was not on his side.

"Who took him, then?" Lestrade asked.

Sherlock looked straight ahead, his voice as cold as stone.  "Jim Moriarty."

He hung up the phone.  He knew that Gavin...er... Greg Lestrade would already have some of his finest people working on getting a location.  Sherlock drummed his fingers against the window of the cab, anxious to find John.  He wondered what Moriarty was doing to him.  He wondered if John was being tortured or worse.

Sherlock wondered if he was even still alive at all.  Sherlock didn't know what he would even do with himself if he found John dead.  Sherlock wouldn't have been able to live with himself knowing that it was all his fault for falling for another one of Moriarty's tricks.

Tricks.  That was it.  This was just another one of Moriarty's tricks.  It had to be.  It couldn't have been anything more than a trick because Moriarty did not play the game of life.  He played his own game, and Sherlock was just beginning to understand the rules.  That's when he remembered something that Moriarty had said to him.

"I owe you a fall, Sherlock.  Only this time it's not about the landing."