"WE HAVE A CASE!"
I wake up and quickly try to stand up only to fail and fall straight out of bed right on my ass as I let out a loud yelp. Sherlock comes running to my door and opens it to stare straight at me as I look back at him.
"You need to stop yelling like that at....." My eyes find the clock next to my bedside "3:27AM in the freaking morning? are you serious?"
Sherlock walks towards me and holds my hand to help me up, I didn't realize he wasn't gonna life me up so I use his hand to heave myself up... more like him down on me as he lets out a unexpected yelp. Next thing I knew, John comes aroun the corner with messy hair, a jumper and his bright red boxers.
"Why the bloody hell are you yelling Sherlock. it is 4AM! I- Canon?"
"Oh my gosh..." My face becomes bright red. "NO JOHN NOT CANON! Sherlock do not look that definition up no matter what. Do you want me to come?" I say to Sherlock in a rush, my face a giant strawberry. John's face goes bright pink himself from laughing so hard and walks out of the room.
"Why wouldn't I want you to come?"
"I just thought since last time-"
"Come on." He says rolling his eyes, standing up before trying to drag me out of the room.
"Sherlock clothes."
"Who cares." And with that we are on the way to the crime scene. Seeming it is in the middle of summer, Sherlock is in a very tight fitting grey shirt and a pair of loose boxes whilst I'm in my bra and boxes on with a cami-shirt and odd socks, John decided to tag along too in his outfit. When we arrive, Greg looks at us funny.
"Were we interrupting something before you came..." He asks and I face palm.
"Not Canon..." I mutter but he ignored it and blabbers on about the case.
"This is the third murder within 2 hours."
"So?" I ask. Greg just stares at me. 'was I not supposed to ask that?' I think to myself.
"They all have nothing in common apart from the fact they are all 23-24 years of age. They all work within' the government, with different jobs though. They all have been involved in the Laciramaria Network before, in the past and presently..." His words start to fade as I stare at him, in my own zone.
Everything felt colder all of a sudden. I felt alone again. No one was around me that could save me.. I'm going to kill everyone-
"LaeLae?" Sherlock asks, his voice pulling me out of my trance.
"...Yes..." I say. snapping out of it. "Sherlock, you know how I used to work for Moriartys Network. I used to have my own."
"Yes okay."
"That was my network and Sherlock..."
"What?"
"I'm 24."
His head snaps towards me. His eyes widen as he takes a moment to process before talking frantically.
"Your saying this is Moriarty's doing and he is targeting you. Buy why? He said he has lost interest in you. Unless he is using you to get to John or Myself."
"Moriarty's alive? And why are you not under arrest?" Greg asks me.
"Long story short. I played dead and I used to know Mycroft. Serving to others through my network."
"Okay so why has he lost interest in you?"
"I only have seven months left to live.. Sherlock-" I start because his face has paled.
