We sat watching as Sherlock walked into the pool. I dropped my teacup spilling the tea all over the carpet. He looked so good! But if Moriarty was involved...

"Brought you a little getting to know you present... That's what it's all been for isn't it? All your little puzzles making me dance? All to distract me from this..." Sherlock says dramatically.

I hear a door open and suddenly there is a Blond haired man on the screen.

"Evening. This is a turn up isn't it Sherlock?" He says dully, I immediately sense something is wrong.

"John. What the hell?" Sherlock exclaims.

"Bet you never saw this coming..." The man continues robotically.

"What." He says pulling back the winter coat, to reveal a bomb. "Would you like me to make him say next? Gottle o' gear Gottle o' gear Gottle o' gear"

"Stop it." Sherlock barks, looking around the pool.

"Nice touch this, the pool where little Carl died. I stopped him. I can stop John Watson too. Stop his heart." The man continues. He must be very brave, most people would be hysterical. My guess is military. 

"Who are you?" Sherlock asks.

"I gave you my number... I thought you might call." Says Moriarty. My stomach drops. "Is that a British Army browning L9A1 in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?" He smirks.

"Both." Sherlock replies pulling a gun out from his pocket, and aiming it at Jim. Juniper gasps. I look over to Moran who just gestures back to the screen. There is a pause as both men size each other up.

"Jim Moriarty. Hi.~" Jim sings madly. He continues to walk to Sherlock.

"Jim? Jim from the hospital? Oh, did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then I suppose that was rather the point." Jim smiles.

"Don't be silly, someone else is holding the rifle. I don't like getting my hands dirty...I've given you a glimpse Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse, of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world. I'm a specialist, you see. Like you~." Jim smiles.

"Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lover's nasty sister? Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to disappear to south America?" Sherlock clips.

"Just So~." Jim agrees.

"Consulting criminal." Sherlock says with wonder in his voice. "Brilliant."

"Isn't it? No one ever gets to me, and no one ever will." Jim boasts.

Sherlock cocks the gun, my eyes widen.

"I did." Sherlock grins.

"You've come the closest. Now you are in my way~" Jim sings.

"Thank you." Sherlock says.

"Didn't mean it as a compliment." Jim says.

"Yes you did." Sherlock argues.

"Yeah, Okay, I did. But the flirting's over Sherlock. Daddy's had enough now~! I've shown you what I can do. I cut loose all those people, all those little problems. Even 30-Million Quid just to get you to come out to play. So take this as a friendly warning...My dear." I get the feeling he is talking to me now. "Back off. Although I have loved this, this little game of ours. Playing Jim from IT, playing gay. Did you like the little tough with the underwear?" Jim smiles.

"People have died." Sherlock says seriously.

"That's what people DO!" Jim screams, his voice echoing in the cavernous pool. They are quiet for a moment. I look to Sebastian, his face is blank.

"I will stop you." Sherlock says determinedly.

"No you won't." Jim smirks.

Sherlock addresses John. "You alright?" Jim walks over to John.

"You can talk, Johnny boy. Go ahead.." John replies to Sherlock with a curt nod. I like this guy.

"Take it." Sherlock says extending some little box.

"Hmm? Oh...."

"That, the missile plans, ~ Boring~ I could have got them anywhere."

Suddenly john runs forward Grabbing Jim from behind.

"Sherlock RUN!"

Jim laughs.

"Good! VERY good!" He says madly.

John says something so quietly I can't hear him.

"Stop this Moran!" I gasp.

"Sorry Luv I can't." He says plainly.

"Isn't he sweet, I can see why you like having him around. But then people do get so sentimental about their pets. They are so touchingly loyal. But OOPS! You've rather shown your hand there Dr. Watson."

Jim grins as a red Dot appears on Sherlock's head.

"Stop this stop this now!" I demand, my eyes rooted to the screen. Jim looks over at the camera, and smiles at me.

"Gotcha." Jim chuckles, as John releases him.

He straightens his suit. "Westwood."

"Do you know what happens if you don't leave me alone Sherlock? To you?" Jim asks.

"Oh let me guess, I get killed." Sherlock says boredly.

"Kill you? Mmm no don't be obvious. I mean i'm gonna kill you someday anyways. I don't want to rush it though. I'm saving it up for something special. No, no, no, no, no. If you don't stop prying,...

I'll burn you I will burn the heart out of you." Jim says with an apologetic face.

"I have been reliably informed I don't have one." At his saying this, I stand up to my feet. As I

remember what I told him before I left. ("You don't have a heart!")

"But we both know that's not quite true." Jim smiles knowingly. Well I'd better be off. Well it was so nice to have had a proper chat." Jim smiles.

"What if I was to shoot you now? Right now?" Sherlock asks.

"Well then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face." Jim says pulling an exaggerated surprised face."Cause I'd be surprised Sherlock, Really I would, And just a teensy bit dissapointed...And of course you wouldn't be able to cherish it for very long. Ciao Sherlock Holmes." Moriarty snarls.

"Catch you...later..."Sherlock clips.

"No you won't.~~" Jim sings.

I wilt into the couch again as I hear the door slam. I watch as Sherlock rips the bomb off of john.

"So will you reconsider?" Sebastian asks.

"What?!" I sputter.

"What should I tell Jim?" Sebastian asks.

"After what he's done?! You can tell that Snake that I wouldn't date him if he were the last man on earth!" I spit vehemently.

I look out at the screen and watch Sherlock pace like a caged animal.

"Oh dear." Sebastian says.

"What?" I ask, annoyed.

"He can hear us..." Moran explains.

"Bugger." I say looking at the screen as many little red dots appear on John and Sherlock.

"Sorry boys! I'm so changeable!!! It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself it is my only weakness. You can't be allowed to continue! You just can't." Jim says madly.

"I would try to convince you." He says looking over at me through the camera again.

"But everything I have to say has already crossed your mind."

"He took out his ear bud!!!" Sebby exclaims.

"Probably my answer has crossed yours." Sherlock replies pointing the gun at Jim. They stare at each other as Sherlock points the gun at the bomb. Jim tilts his head.

"Give me your phone now!" I yell at Sebastian. He hands me his phone as I frantically fumble along the buttons.....