The game is on

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Chapter 5

Sherlock pov

I groggily opened my eyes to an interesting scene. Wine glasses every where, cluedo being held in the wall with a knife and john cuddled up in my lap. I carefully shifted out from underneath john so not to wake him. I walked over to the window to draw back the curtains, which was weird. We never closed them. I through open the first one to see a giant spray painted "I" on the window. The next had an "O". I could only guess what the last one had. I found I was correct with the last window modelling a "U".

This could be nothing. We were all in my flat. Wait... Where's mrs. Hudson?

"MRS. HUSON!"

I found my self sprinting through both flats to come up empty. I went back up stairs and john was on the phone.

"Who is it?" I asked

He simply replied "it's for you" and he handed me the phone with a worried look.

"Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson's tear filled voice came through

"Yes mrs. Hudson. I'm here. Where are you?"

Her voice came back but not with her words...

"You should have never come back you bad boy. You have been very naughty. You thought you have defeated me but there is always a willing participant to take my place when I know I'm going to die. "

"Moriarty" my voice came out in a snarl

Mrs. Hudson's voice was no longer understandable through her tears as she recognized the name. Then in a clear voice she said

"You have 12 hours" and hung up.

Just then my phone got a message. 1 pip and a picture. The great game.

"John, he's back. The game is on, and this time. It involves our land lady."

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