Loving the Insane (Moriarty Fanfic)

Celebration Nights Part Two

Chapter Ten

Celebration Nights Part Two

After a few minutes of passing through London's dark, foggy streets and wondering whether I should regret running away from Mycroft's supposed agent, we finally arrived at Baker Street. Sherlock and John stumble through the door and collapsed on the foot of the stairs while I hung up my coat by the door. I sat down below them on the hardwood floor and watched them, they were just about falling asleep when Sherlock spoke up, "I have an international reputation. D--Do you have an international reputation?"

"Uh...no, I don't have an international reputation," John replied as I snickered.

"Well I have an international reputation.....and I don't even remember what for. It's....crime? Something like that."

I fell into a fit of laughter and they gave me strange looks. "Because you're a one-and-only Consulting Detective you bloody idiot," I answered for him.

"Yeah," Sherlock agreed while pointing at me. "That's it."

Right then, Mrs. Hudson walked in with a bag of trash and looked stunned when she saw us all gathered at the bottom of the stairs. "You three are early, I thought you would be out all night celebrating."

"Mm....what time is it?" Sherlock inquired.

"Why it's only been two hours," Mrs. Hudson replied and Sherlock and John paused before sitting up abruptly and walking upstairs to their flat.

I hastily followed, wondering if the situation could get any stranger. "Let's play a game?" Sherlock suggested.

"Anything but Cluedo!" I warned, remembering the last time they got into an argument over the game because Sherlock insisted the victim killed himself.

"I wanna play the Rizla Game!" John whined as he fell back into his chair.

"Me too. Rizla! Rizla!" Sherlock chanted as he plopped down into his chair and I on the couch.

"Alright, alright, we can play Rizla."

"Yay!" John shouted while Sherlock clapped and cheered.

I rolled my eyes, smiling at how happy they were when they were drunk. On the less positive side, I had dealing with their hangovers the next day to look forward to.

I stood up and walked over to the computer desk, rooting around for Rizla paper. Suddenly, my phone pinged in my pocket and I saw it was a text from Jim.

And you thought I was a handful? Now I don't seem so bad, do I? -JM

I would be surprised if I couldn't reply, but I tried anyways.

And this is coming from the man who taped me to a chair upon our first meeting. ;) -CJ

I waited anxiously for a reply and when my phone pinged again, I read the screen faster than light. Unfortunately, it was only a text from Mycroft. I furrowed my eyebrows as I opened the message.

Why do you and Sherlock always have to be so complicated? I don't understand why you must be so resilient when it comes to listening to my agents. I recall the last time you gave my other one a bloody nose and a swollen eye.
-MH

I laughed at the memory of when Mycroft needed help on a case and he sent a spy to watch out for me, of course it was a big mistake not telling me. I had reasons to believe he was stalking me so I punched him square in the nose and gave him a swollen eye. Mycroft still hadn't let that go even though it was about a year ago.

Alright where and when do you want me to meet with him again? -CJ

He replied within seconds.