I'm bored 

I'm bored. Let's have dinner. - IA

Sorry I’m not very active John offered to run this account for me but I’d rather the public think I’ve disappeared than think I have the IQ of a hamster

u don't know it but we are in love  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You should get together with Watson.
          From what I've heard he totally likes you.
          I need to remove your drugs again I think.
          Are you on a case?
          -AH

Check your inbox.
          - IA

Hello dear brother. I think you have forgotten i exist in my time in America. It’s me your sister Alexis.
          
          (i rp with the moriarty one as your older sister between you and mycrosoft)
          
          -AH

You still don’t have the measure of me if you think that I believed any of that for one second. If anything, it’s you who might be shocked to hear from me, but you shouldn’t be. You really shouldn’t.
          
          No points for realism. Did you expect me to believe that you wouldn’t go running to Big Brother at the first sign of trouble? Of course you did, and of course Mycroft Holmes moved heaven and earth to make sure his baby brother had a soft place to land.
          
          But I appreciate showmanship, Sherlock, and you get full marks for that. You couldn’t even pretend to go through with it without an audience, and what an audience you had. You have him so well trained to trail after you, nipping at your heels. I could never have put the gun on him anywhere but at the front-row seat to your performance. You could have sent him away for good, you know. You could have bundled him into one of those black sedans at your brother’s beck and call. Why, you could have even let him in on your disappearing trick, but you didn’t. Instead, you chose to make sure that the only person who believed any of it was the person who would grieve you most. I know why you chose to do it this way, Sherlock, but do you? I’m sure you tell yourself that it was for his protection, but deep down, even you have to know better. You wanted him to cry over you, you wanted him to mourn you, you wanted him to feel for you, in the only way he ever will. And that? That is twisted, Sherlock.
          
          Didn’t you ever wonder why you were supposed to jump? Why I didn’t just hand you a gun or feed you a pill? I told you once, killing you would be boring. No, this is just the next chapter in our little story. Except now, you’re alone. No name, no reputation, far from your friend, the Yard, and even your brother’s reach.
          
          This is how I wanted you, Sherlock, and you played along admirably. The clock is still ticking for you, but it doesn’t mean your time’s still not running out.
          
           
          
          Until next time,
          
          Jim

Hows that experiment coming along?

I was going to wait for you to text me first so I didn’t seem desperate but then I remembered I am desperate