Miss Moriarty is Holmes!

Chapter 15:CAM

"And a Happy New Year." -Greg Lestrade, The Great Game

Those wise words from our man. Season 4 is coming to town. Oh the chaos and heartbreak, this eerie feeling given by our trailer. The lying detective, I'm very much curious and excited for this episode because it came from the original one----which is my most favorite----The Adventure of the Dying Detective. What could be the lying part? Redbeard's not dead? John Watson's not real?? There's no such thing as season 4???

Calmez-vous, fangirl.

2016 has been a busy one----probably my most busy one. Lots of well-known people we know died and left us. Alan Rickman, Prince, George Michaels, and Carrie Fischer.

I know that 2017 will be a good year, especially we begin it with a positive attitude and fangirling for season 4!

(Joan's POV)

I managed to send my ideas for Molly's bridal shower party to her through email. She seemed excited that she reply right away with positive results. I got tired preparing all night. I soon went off oozing. It was the best sleep I had since my two-day vacation. I'm able to sleep properly. Surprisingly I had no nightmares.

So, it warmed my heart in the beginning of the dawn of day! I woke up on the right side of my bed. Or I may rolled on the wrong side of the bed, because creepily, someone is watching me with keen eyes. I avoid myself from screaming the bells out of me. Our eyes meet, eyes were sharp and mine were large as tennis balls.

"It's 4 in the morning. Were you watching me asleep?"----That is me being calm. Though, I clutch my sheet close to my chest as if I'm naked. Well, I'm half-naked. I've got a lot of skin to cover with my undies.

"I was observing your breathing patterns." says Sherlock with no big deal. Why in the world would he be very interested by the way my lungs exhales carbon dioxide and inhales for oxygen? Besides having no heart he claims he also lack lungs now? Is that it?

"I may file you a restraining order."

"Why, are you hiding something?" he pressed. He better not press my buttons too much this day. I might attack him with my spoon I used for my last night yoghurt.

"No, but you are stalking me. You are violating my rights; my privacy first thing in the morning."

He was preying in silence. We're both preying in silence.

"I was curious at the rhythm of your breathing. You have a momentary lapse between inhaling and exhaling. You have a nasal problem." he broke smoothly, the definition of dangerous and caution can be all found in his handsome,baritone voice. He presses his lips altogether. I made an attempt to protest for more for his rude behavior, yet it become more rude when he leaned his face and sniff."Your breath doesn't smell bad, so I might conclude that this one's new." he smirk at the end and I was the one left pressing my lips hard altogether now. He got a lots of nerves!

I smell my breath. I hope he didn't mean my morning breath. This guy is unbelievable in so many levels.

He starts to 'sniff' my whole room. "Hey!" I scold, "Can you quit sniffing my room?? You're not a dog for England's sake." my growling comes with my growling stomach. I'm too hungry to control my patience.

He's touching my books and DVDs."A dog is more human while a man is more of a dog." he quotes. His eyes are still scanning. My mess, surprisingly, is fixed because of his disarranging of my stuffs."And you've been to a perfume shop in Paris last night." he adds, raising a finger.