Sherinford let out a yawn whilst sitting in his fathers chair, the young lad had been awake since 7 this morning so it had been a long day for him, you scooped him up into your arms and decided to take him to bed leaving John and Sherlock to talk things over.

"You have questions, go ahead" Sherlock stated sitting down on his chair.

"Just a few, why didn't you tell me you were married? you said you were married to your job so why did you lie?" John asked with annoyance.

Sherlock sat still for a moment before a smirk greeted his face and he started to speak "I didn't lie to you John." John looked more confused as he furrowed his brow, "I was technically married to my work, you see before you came along I used to run cases with (Y/N), she was the only other person who actually matched my IQ and the way I saw things, we started as friends and then our relationship developed into something more."

"Ok then that answers my second question but not my first, why didn't you tell me?"

"that one is a little more complicated, it was for her and Sherinford's safety. We were married for about a year when we found out that she was pregnant, that's when it started, her brother started sending death threats, we never got along you see and when she announced our engagement her family disowned her, told her that she was dead to them. but her brother took it one step further wanting to eliminate her from the picture permanently. the threats started, we couldn't take the risk so Mycroft helped her to find a safe place away from London for the past 6 years she has been living in the West Midlands in Birmingham whilst I've been trying to track down her brother."

"Ok just one more question, who is her brother? Do I know him?"

just then you emerge from the bedroom after settling Sherinford in for the night, "yes John you do, you have had a few run ins with him before but please don't judge me when you find out who he is and know that if given the chance I would kill that basterd myself for the pain his put my family through".

"What's his name (Y/N)?" John asked again becoming a little impatient.

"He is one of the worst people you have ever met, a psychopath with a mind so twisted he doesn't care who he hurts in the process of his criminal schemes".

"A name (Y/N)!!!" John shouts startling you as you notice his rage and frustration.

you take a big breath before looking up to face John, "Moriarty, James Moriarty".