My Thoughts Exactly (sherlolly fanfiction)

Misfortune

Mary stared at me in horrified shock. I stared at Moriarty, seething with anger. He is not supposed to be here.

"What do you want?" I spoke through my teeth to supress the scream that was creeping its way up my vocal cords.

"Oh, mouse. Same as ever. Trying to act strong but you are just quaking with fear arent you?" He winked at me. Actually winked. I wouldve thrown up had i not been terrified. "Hello by the way. Molly is much ruder since shes been around that boring detective. My name is James. Better known as Moriarty. You may call me as you please." He genuinely smiled at Mary who glared at him, now realizing why I was so incredibly murderous.

"Don't speak to her. Let her go. Its not her you want. I was that one that helped Sherlock. I was the one that kept him hidden..." I spoke louder to draw his devided attention back towards me. I didnt want Mary hurt. Especially since she didn't know she was pregnant.

"You're right. I should let her go but I am not going to. You have your phones I presume. I want you to call John and Sherlock. Tell them youre fine. If I think you are warning them I will kill the opposite. Go on." Moriarty laughed loudly as we simultaneously pulled out our mobiles.

He answered after three short rings. "Whats wrong?"

"Nothing wrong , Sherlock."

"Then why are you calling me?"

"To let you know that Im with Mary and were going out for a while, to not worry you."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"SHERLOCK HOLMES. I AM A GROWN WOMAN."

"Understood. I will see you when you get home."

"Yes you will. I love you."

"I love you too." He hung up after that. Moriarty looked at me expectantly. Searching my face for any devious plans but shrugged seeing that he couldnt find any. Mary hadnt said anything out of the ordinary which seemed to please him.

"Alright. Now lets go on an adventure, hmm?" He grinned maniaclly and sped down the road, drifting away from my flat.

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A loud bang sounded throughout 221b as Sherlock kicked open the main door having forgotten his key. He ran up the stairs shouting for John to find him sleeping on his own bed.

"JOHN! WAKE UP!" John stirred awake to see Sherlock's face only inches from his own.

"What the bloody hell, Sherlock?!"

"The girls are in trouble! Get up! We need Mycroft too." John was alert at the mention of Mary and Molly. Sherlock had already left the bedroom and was in the living room playing his violin when John stumbled into the room pulling a jumper over his head.

"Whats wrong with the girls? How do you know their in trouble?"

"Have you checked your voicemail?"

"Yes, Sherlock. Mary said they were going out. Nothing weird there."

"Not i the slightest no. However, I answered the phone when Molly called me. First clue. She never calls. Secondly. She was choosing her words carefully. Third. She said she loved me."

"Maybe she really does love you, Sherlock..." John spoke with exasperation.

" I KNOW SHE DOES. Thats not the point. We divised that if one of us was in trouble, and were forced to call, we would say we loved each other to warn the other of the danger!" Sherlock had placed his violin down in frustration.

"Ill never understand you." John was pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to take everything in. "If the girls are in danger, why are we sitting here?"

"I have Mycroft tracking both of their phones at the moment. He is going to call me when he finds their exact location. And when he does, then we can get them home." Sherlock sat back in his armchair and waited.

Several minutes had passed when Mycroft called. He gave Sherlock the address of Mary's cellphone but Molly's wasn't traceable. They grabbed their coats and hailed a cab to the address of the swimming pool.

"The game is on, John."