Cupid Screwed Up | James Moriarty |

Miss Me?

Sherlock had a brother he disliked, a sister he forgot and a twin he adored.  But because Sherlock is Sherlock and can't catch a break, his twin went missing 7 years ago.  Mycroft couldn't find him and it was the thing that led to Sherlock's drug addiction.  Due to the fact that Sherlock is a creature of logic, he had assumed his brother dead, it was a logical and high probability answer, but as always there is always one thing Sherlock gets wrong.  Whether it be if John has a sister or brother to if his brother is alive or dead, but let me clear the air.  Andrew Odysseus Ozias Holmes was not dead, in fact some would say he was more alive than ever.

But now he is back, with no memory of what he has done for the past 7 years, his only goal is to help his brother and keep him alive.  Now the Holmes brothers are together again with John Watson solving crimes that come their way.  That's me by the way, Odysseus I mean, not John.  Yes I am aware that Andrew is my first name, but I truly can't find myself caring.  Let's get on to the story then, okay?

I woke up in an alley, leaning against a trash can in a casual suit with a note in the pocket.  Carefully, I slipped the dirtied paper from my pocket and read the writing, 'Miss You Lots, See You Soon-M'.  Who the bloody hell is M? I thought, but shook my head, not important that's who M is, I need to find Sherlock.  Standing was a bit of a challenge, it seemed I had been out for hours the muscles in my legs had fallen asleep making me stumble with my first step.  I checked my pockets looking for anything else, finding nothing I made my way out onto the street.

I looked around, now a days most people had smart phones, but I didn't care.  A smirk crawled it's way onto my face when I spotted her, her arms loaded with shopping bags and unneeded sunglasses atop her nose.  My footsteps traveled towards her and within a minute (a minute 48 second, but who's counting) my shoulder collided with hers.  One of her bags dropped and I quickly reached my arm forward, causing my fingers to brush against her jacket while I caught the bag.  

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I gave her a charming smile, her eyes looked over me and I had to stop mine from rolling.  I mean, she had a boyfriend, wait no, ten.  Well then, she really doesn't need another now does she?  Especially not a gay one.  

"Oh it's not a problem at all, what's your name?" She asked, her pupil's blown and her lashes lowered, her lips went into a pout to make them look bigger and a flirty smile lit up her face.  A rather good flirt but truly, the only thing I'm attracted to is a case.  

"Damon, and yours?" I asked, giving her a false name.  We would never meet again, she hardly needed to know my real name.  

"Available," She said, her voice low and what she thought was sultry and she gave me a wink.  I pretended to act surprised, as if I didn't realize she was flirting with me, which I of course did I'm not a bloody moron like the rest of the goldfish swimming in their fishbowl called Earth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm gay," I told her and turned around and walked off.  Found one of the stupider goldfish, for a generation stuck in their phones, I thought while looking down at the object in my hand with a smirk, she didn't even notice when her's was taken.

I quickly opened the password protected phone (TeenWolf, really?) I went to the text option, both my twin and I always prefer it.  I quickly typed in the number and message.

Miss Me?  Let's meet up, solve a murder.  
OH

I smirk slipping the phone in my pocket before facing forward and continuing to walk, right towards a street camera.  I stop in clear view of it, if I didn't it would be stupid what I'm about to do.  I look straight at the lense and smile wide, mouthing two words, 'Miss me?'  All cameras go to me at the same time the stolen phone let's off a beep, a text alert.

Taking out the phone I glance at the screen with a grin.

What happened to being dead?
SH

My smile widens while I respond, glancing up at the cameras surrounding me and holding up a finger mouthing, 'One Minute.'

Got dull, don't recommend.
OH

I look back to the cameras, how sad only one is looking at me now.  My figure moves toward it, until I stand underneath the camera wearing a big grin as I watch black cars start to pull up.  Out of the cars step out two very familiar men.  Well they should be familiar I've only known them my whole life.

I step towards my brothers with a smirk, "All this for me?  I take it you did miss me then."