Meeting the Match of Sherlock

A Storm's Coming

For three days Sherlock kept trying to figure out who, or what, Storm Hutcherson is. He didn't clue in John or Mrs. Hudson on what he was doing, it was his own little investigation. And so far he got nowhere. He ran his fingers through his curly hair as he paced back and forth in the flat. John came up the stairs and he saw his friend pacing back and forth like a caged animal. "Sherlock?" John asked.
"She can't be that intelligent, not that easily. Oh yes she can, she seems like that type. Then again she could be a vendictive wench, but she seems too innocent to do that to someone. GOD! Why is it so hard to read her?!" Sherlock exclaimed to himself as he slammed his fists onto a wall. John stepped back alittle as he observed Sherlock in a state of pent up frustration. He didn't know how Sherlock knew he was behind him, but Sherlock said "I know you're there"
John slightly stuttered and he said "What gave that away?"
Sherlock still was looking down as he said "It's simple I heard the sounds of your feet coming up the stairs"
Then, Sherlock moved away from the wall and faced his friend, he looked like he hasn't slept in ages. "My God, Sherlock what happened to you?"
John brought Sherlock to his chair as Sherlock said "Storm"
John looked back at Sherlock and he asked "I-I'm sorry did you say, Storm? Wha-what did Storm do to you?"
"Made it impossible for me to read her. She's such a curious little character isn't she? I've been doing any and all research I can to find out who Storm Hutcherson is, so far I have nothing" Sherlock said smoothly and the words fell out of his mouth like honey. The way her name felt in his mouth was something new to him; it felt nice. It felt enduring. It felt right. Sherlock said to himself "Get out of my head"
That was meerly impossible. Sherlock stood back up and he kept pacing back and forth like a maniac caged. He ran his fingers through his curly hair and he said "John do your research and see what you find on Storm Hutcherson"
John looked flabbergasted at Sherlock as he went to the kitchen and started to work on one of his experiments and John asked "I'm-I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?"
Sherlock looked into the microscope and he said coldy "You heard me find anything you can find on Storm Hutcherson. I MUST know!"
John's eyes widened and then he did what Sherlock asked. Then, Sherlock felt his phone vibrate. "John can you grab my phone?"
John looked at Sherlock and he said "Uh yeah. Where is it?"
"In my jacket" Sherlock said annoyed. John grunted and then he grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a text message from an unknown number. "Sherlock, do you recognize this number?" John asked and then he showed Sherlock the text message. Sherlock looked at the message then he looked back at the microscope before he did a double take. The message read;

My oh my Mr. Holmes. You found my little Stormie. Please be a dear and stay away from her

Sherlock grabbed the phone and he quickly typed out a message.

You're asking a very dangerous request
-SH

Then he placed his phone next to the microscope and he waited for the mysterious person to reply back. It didn't take long for that to happen.

I wasn't asking.

Sherlock grinned and chuckled at the message.

Thank you for the concern but I'll take the chance. She has quite a hold on my brain
-SH

"Aha!" Sherlock exclaimed with joy. John looked at Sherlock with confusion and he asked "Pardon?"
"She has a jealous boyfriend" Sherlock said with a grin.
"Or an ex boyfriend" John suggested.
"That's quite the possibility because of how the person was responding. She couldn't be a lesbian her body frame doesn't suggest that. The way the person replied suggests that we might know this person"
"We know this person?" John asked.
"Yes John" Sherlock said in an obvious tone of voice. "Look at how he first sent me the message"
Then, Sherlock showed John the message. " 'My oh my Mr. Holmes. You found my little Stormie. Please be a dear and stay away from her'. Well that's certainly a high request especially for someone like you" John said.
"Yes but he knew I couldn't resist he knew I must learn more about Storm. Who do we know that knows me better than I know myself?" Sherlock asked in a low voice.
"No one knows you better than you" John chuckled.
"It takes a sociopath to know one" Sherlock said. "I say it's Moriarty"
John was taken back at what he said "M-M-M-Moriarty?"
"Could be the only explanation" Sherlock said. Then he quickly typed out a message.