Sherlock lay in his old bed, in his old room. It was 10pm and his Mummy had went to bed and sent him to bed as well. He wasn't tired but he was bored and wanted to go home to work on experiments or wait for another case to solve. 'This is all Mycroft's fault' Sherlock thought. The detective rolled out of bed and looked out the window. It was a clear moon lite night. He wondered what John was doing, calling the doctor wasn't an option because Mummy didn't think it was nice being on the phone while visiting her and although she was in bed he thought it was best to stick by her rules for respectful reasons. He sighed and lay back in bed and closed his eyes waiting for tomorrow.
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John and Moriarty sat on the sofa staring in amazement looking at what lay in front of them, looking at one another, and back. Moriarty snapped his fingers and one of the guards left the room and went to the kitchen to make tea. Moriarty figured it was going to be a long night and they had run out of alcohol to drink.
"This is unbelievable," The psychopath remarked. "How on earth could she not know out of five men who the father of her son is?"
"How the hell she slept with so many men within a week is what I want to know," John commented. The guard handed them their tea. John was grateful to have a nice warm cup of tea because he was in fact only wearing underwear and it was a little cold in the room. They drank and continued to stare at the television. John looked at Moriarty then back at the television, he wanted to ask a question but then again it was slightly inappropriate considering the psychopath could kill him, but then out of John's drunken state he decided to ask.
"Are you gay?" The doctor asked. Moriarty was taken by surprise but acted coolly about it.
"Of course not, where would you get an silly idea like that Johnny-boy?" John rolled his eyes; he hated the name 'Johnny-boy'.
"Well, I don't know, the first time I met you, you pretended to be gay. And then your obsession with Sherlock-"John was cut off.
"I could say the same about you when it comes to Sherlock." Moriarty said. Both men went silent, their cheeks were red and they sipped their tea. Both were interested in each other's interest in Sherlock but neither one wanted to talk about their own interest in him. They continued to watch television till one at a time they fell to sleep.
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Sherlock woke at 4 am unable to sleep any longer. He had to get back to the flat before John calls him in as missing, not to mention he was bored out of his mind. The detective walked quietly to the front door throwing on his coat and scarf but before he was able to leave his Mummy called his name from the kitchen. He sighed and took off his coat and scarf and walked in to the kitchen finding his Mummy making breakfast.
"Sherlock I know you all too well," She said not even looking at him. "Trying to leave before saying goodbye to your dear mother, whom you haven't seen in a year."
"Sorry Mummy," Sherlock said slightly upset that he didn't make it out the door in time. Mummy set a plate of pancakes in front of him.
"The least you could do is eat," She said with a motherly tone. Sherlock looked at the pancakes not wanting to eat them but he decided he'd do it for his Mummy.
When he finished he said goodbye to his Mummy and she said goodbye to him along with 'bring John soon to meet me'. Not long after he finally got home to something he never would have expected.
It was now 6 am and Sherlock walked in the door. There were two men with guns asleep on the floor leaning on the wall. He got further in to the room and found John and Moriarty fast asleep on the sofa together. John was only in his underwear, while a fully dressed Moriarty lay on top of him with his arms wrapped around the doctor. The detective quietly went toward the sleeping men on the floor and took their guns. He let the bullets of one gun out and used the other gun to point at Moriarty. Sherlock cocked the gun waking John and Moriarty. The blonde looked up at the man on his chest and froze. The psychopath looked down at John and smiled widely.
"Get off of him," The detective said in a deathly tone. Moriarty did as he was told but the smile on his face did not fade. John immediately decided to explain.
"Sherlock, this isn't how it looks." Moriarty started to laugh and then snapped his fingers. "Look out!" John yelled but it was too late, Sherlock was knocked out cold.
The detective woke up an hour later on the sofa. His head ached but other than that he was fine. He sat up looking around and finally John came in from the kitchen with an ice pack and tea.
"Are you alright?" John asked. The blonde was no longer half naked, instead he was fully dressed.
"I'm fine," Sherlock said taking the tea from John.
"Sherlock, what you saw, it wasn't what you think," John started but didn't get the chance to continue.
"I disappeared all day. Moriarty couldn't find me so he came to you assuming you knew where I was. You didn't know so he decided to wait till I came home. Eventually you two played a game of chess and drank alcohol and sometime later watched television. I can only assume that you being half naked had something to do with the chess game," Sherlock said. "And later on you and Moriarty must have fallen asleep on the sofa and the men with the guns fell asleep not to long after."
"Okay maybe it is what you think," John said in amazement. John sat next to Sherlock. "Where were you last night?"
"I was working on an out of town case," Sherlock explained as if it were actually true.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I must have gotten caught up in it and forgot."
"Oh, well, next time would you mind telling me so I don't have to worry?" John asked. Sherlock got up.
"I do my best to remember to tell you the next time."
"Thanks." Sherlock walked to the kitchen.
"Do you have any plans for this weekend?"
And that is the end….