"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty..." A familiar voice woke John up.

His eyes fluttered, and all he could see was a blurry figure in his face. His vision cleared, and he groaned. "Come on!"

(You guys probably already guessed who it is... it's kinda obvious, isn't it?)

"What?" Jim Moriarty smiled, sending chills down John's neck. "You miss me?"

"I wasn't the one missing you." 

"Oh, Sherlock missed me? I'm not surprised... I am pretty fun, aren't I?"

"If your fun means completely insane and terrifying, then yeah, fun."

Jim laughed. "I had no idea having you would be so... entertaining."

"So that's what this is about? You wanted a normal person to have your fun with? What, you getting jealous of Sherlock now?"

"No. Just having some entertainment. A genius mastermind like me can't just sit around, can he?"

"Why are you asking me?" John asked.

Jim ignored him, and continued talking.

"Sherlock was bored, wasn't he? I'm just making things a little more... interesting." 

"For you, or him?"

"Both."

"Not for me."

"I don't know. I thought you had fun last time."

"So that's a no."

"Okay, sure, it's a no."

"Well, I'm really excited now." John looked around at the place he was probably going to stay at for a while. It was dirty, cold, and dark. Great. Why couldn't it be nice, warm, and clean? There was also a lot of crates and boxes around. John was no Sherlock, but he guessed that he was in a warehouse. 

"We're in the middle of nowhere, you know. So Sherlock won't be coming in a while." Moriarty's smile grew. "Being shot couldn't help."

John's expression darkened. 

Jim noticed this, and his smile turned into a smirk. Silly John. Why did he like Sherlock so much? He was so boring. "Oh, don't worry, he's alive. If he wasn't, this whole thing would've been pointless. I'm sure you heard what I said before. When I get rid of Sherlock, it won't be as simple and easy as that."

If John hadn't been tied to the chair, he would've given Moriarty a beating he'd never forget.

Unfortunately, he was, so he couldn't do anything. 

"Now, it's time to have some fun," Jim said, his sing song voice making John's stomach twist.

John winced. This wasn't going to be fun at all. Hurry up, Sherlock.