Finally starting to write the big main Sherlock story, this will be multi chapter, not too sure how many right now but I will hopefully work that out soon for you, or at least if anyone is reading this and enjoying it haha. So yeah here it is and I hope you enjoy it and please R&R xxx
"What is he waiting for?" Sherlock Holmes asked John who wasn't paying any attention to him. Sherlock was lying on the sofa in his smart suit with his phone lying on his stomach. Boredom had started to set in and Sherlock didn't react well to boredom. The wall had taken a few bashings, from John's cricket bat, but john had managed to stop him before any real damage was caused. Mrs Hudson soon found out and she wasn't best pleased about it.
"Hmm?" John mumbled.
"What is Moriarty waiting for? It's been a good month since he stabbed Molly, he hasn't even paid her a little visit yet, what game is he playing this time?" Sherlock asked.
"Do you actually want me to answer these questions?" John asked.
"Depends on if you have a decent answer" the detective said.
"Well, maybe he's just playing quiet, waiting to...I don't know, pounce or something" John suggested.
"Maybe, but he wants Molly for something, but I haven't worked out why yet" Sherlock said.
He had been visiting Molly quite a bit lately, never just the two of them though; there was always someone else with them, like John or Scarlett. Molly was always happy to see him and whoever else was there. That made Sherlock think; why was she always happy? He had never seen her sad or upset. Even after the realisation that Jim from IT was Jim Moriarty, sure she had taken a few days off but she came in after that same as ever. For some reason this interested Sherlock; how could a human being like Molly go through that and still come out the same? Every time that Sherlock had visited her at home he watched her carefully to see if he could find something that made her upset. He never could, she was always smiling, bright and cheery. Sherlock didn't know if this annoyed him or if he found this endearing. Either way he genuinely enjoyed visiting her, even if he put on a sour face every time just to annoy John.
"I will find out" Sherlock almost growled. PING!
Sherlock grabbed his phone and read the text. Smiling, he got up off the sofa and replied. Finally something was starting to happen and he was ready. He had been ready for a month.
"What is it?" John asked as Sherlock grabbed his scarf, gloves and coat.
"We are needed at the Yard, coming?" Sherlock asked.
John stood up, also getting his coat and gloves.
"Don't I always come?" he asked.
The two of them ran downstairs and flagged down a taxi to go to Scotland Yard. John was silent most of the journey but he wanted to know what was going on and Sherlock knew he wanted to know. Smirking to himself, Sherlock kept it a secret until they met Lestrade. Sherlock knew John would be surprised and deep down Sherlock liked giving him surprises. Actually he loved it!
The taxi pulled up outside and Sherlock shot inside letting John pay for the taxi, again. John quickly followed and just couldn't wait until he found out what was going on. When John reached Lestrade's office Sherlock was already in deep conversation with him.
"At least the freaks happy" Donovan said from behind John.
"What? He's not a freak" John said.
"He is to us" she said coldly.
"Do you know what's happening?" John asked.
"Is that a joke?" she asked.
"No, why would it be?" John asked.
"John, are you coming in?" Sherlock asked.
"The freak is summoning you" Donovan said getting back to her work.
John moving into Lestrade's office and saw Sherlock grinning from ear to ear. Lestrade didn't look as happy.
"Ok, what's going on?" John asked.
"Do you want to tell him Lestrade?" Sherlock asked.
Lestrade sighed in annoyance.
"Do you want the long story or the short story Dr Watson?" Lestrade asked.
"Oh the long story is so much better" Sherlock answered for him.
"Fine, this morning I came into work expecting to have a pile of paperwork on my desk, instead I had a note which said 'you're welcome'. I was completely confused, usually I have lots of paperwork to sort through on a morning and yet all I had was a note. Originally I thought it was meaning for the paperwork, as in 'you're welcome, I did you're paperwork for you'" he explained.
"But?" John encouraged Lestrade to continue.
"I was wrong, it turns out the Anderson hasn't been in work for a few days, he hasn't been home either and before Sherlock says, he hasn't been with Donovan, he's disappeared, completely" Lestrade said.
"That's why you're so happy" John said to Sherlock.
"Oh yes!" Sherlock said almost jumping up and down with glee.
"No, I KNOW Moriarty has taken him, the writing on the note is his hand writing" Sherlock said.
"But how do you know?" Lestrade asked.
"He's written two note already, both about Molly, I know his hand writing anywhere" he said darkly.
"So what happens now? I mean we have to find Anderson" John said.
"Do we really?" Sherlock grimaced.
"Sherlock! Of course we do" John said.
"We're looking through CCTV at the moment, finding the exact point when he disappeared" Lestrade said.
"You won't find it, Moriarty is too clever" Sherlock said sternly.
"Then what do you suggest?" Lestrade asked.
"To put the best man for the job onto it" Sherlock said.
"Let me guess, that's you?" Lestrade asked.
Sherlock smiled "Who else?"