Emma woke up on Sherlock's couch, the violin back in its case. Sherlock was up, leaning on the back of his high chair with a cup of tea in front of him. He was on his laptop, researching all things 'Moriarty'. He had no idea what he was doing.

Emma tip-toed over to his chair and slowly turned his laptop off, closing it. Sherlock did not look up from the screen while responding. "Why did you do that?"

"Because you've been awake for over 24 hours and you don't even know what you are doing. You don't know where to start, and that's bothering you, but I'm sure something, or someone, will show themselves to us soon."

Sherlock opened his laptop, but Emma stopped him half-way. "Get some sleep."

He sighed in defeat. "I can't."

"You have to." She took the laptop out of his lap and put it on the kitchen table. He watched her cross the room, carefully placing the laptop. He watched her turn around slowly, all in his peripheral vision. He leaned his head to the side, so that he could see her better.

"What will you do?" She noticed how his words came out in a slow whisper.

"I'll do what I can, and find an actual lead." She helped him out of the chair and escorted him to his room.

"Tell me if anything happens," he said just before she shoved him in.

"Right away." She closed the door.

Immediately after, she went on his laptop. She went onto John's blog, opened up a new tab with Sherlock's website, and analyzed both of them for clues. She completed the messages on The Science of Deduction, but she couldn't find anything. Somehow, Sherlock managed to.

Before Emma woke up, he texted Lestrade to come over. Going to his room was the perfect opportunity to watch Lestrade come, and Emma had fallen right into the trap. Of course, it was not the best view, but it was all that was needed. Sherlock, pretending to be asleep, was actually looking out the window, waiting for Lestrade to arrive. If only he knew that Emma had known exactly what he was doing.

She deduced that Sherlock usually keeps his phone in his coat, and, without his coat in the room, she decided to casually check his pockets. No phone. His phone is a valuable object, one that he would never let anyone else touch. Leaving it in his coat pocket inside his flat was okay, no one would be able to take it anyway if he was in his flat; if it wasn't in his pocket, he must have had it. She knew what was up because she looked out the window and saw Lestrade appear from a cab. He would never show up to Sherlock's flat unless Sherlock told him or there was a drug bust. This was no drug bust.

Sherlock watched from his window as a car stopped a few cars back from Lestrade's cab. No one got out, and no one got in. As soon as Lestrade's cab left, it stayed there. It could be anyone, but Sherlock was hoping that it was a lead. Emma noticed the car, too, but dismissed it as nothing more than a car.

She walked away from the window and closed the tabs on Sherlock's laptop. She put her finger in the air as a knock came from the door below. She wrote a message on a sticky note that was in her pocket, left it on the counter, and went to answer the door. Sherlock left his bedroom just as Emma left the flat, and he immediately noticed the pink sticky note on the messy counter.

'You're supposed to be asleep.'

Sherlock sighed as he finished reading. Sometimes Emma was just too smart. He couldn't get away with all the things like he did with John. He heard footsteps come up the stairs and ran back to his room, quickly and quietly closing his bedroom door. He leaned against it. He could still get away with some things. He started to smile until he noticed it, in his hand--- the pink sticky note that he should have left on the counter.

"Hey Greg", Emma looked at the counter. "Yeah, he is awake. Just wait one second, I'll get him." She walked over to his bedroom and turned the knob, where she found him pretending to sleep. "Get up, you liar", she joked. He got up slowly, then walked out to see his faithful friend from Scotland Yard, Emma following in pursuit.

"You texted that I need to come over. Is everything okay?"

Sherlock gestured for him to sit on the couch, while Sherlock himself took a seat in his own chair. "I just wanted to give you a little update. It's happening again."

Emma was confused. Why would Sherlock tell Lestrade this? They barely had any evidence yet and, really, it was only an assumption. It was just a guess that Moriarty had some secret network out there. She composed her confusion with a line on her lips and nothing in her eyes, and listened on to their conversation.

"What's happening again?" Lestrade looked between the two of them, at Emma's 'nothing' expression and Sherlock's almost scared one.

"Moriarty", Sherlock spoke cautiously.

Lestrade composed his sudden emotion with a look of confusion, one that only Emma noticed. He was thinking that Sherlock was crazy, probably over-dosed on drugs again, but that simply was not the case; Sherlock had clean arms to prove it. Emma decided to explain to Greg of what was really happening.

She looked him dead in the eyes and mouthed the words 'I'm sorry. Go home.'

"If that's all, Sherlock", Lestrade started, still looking at Emma's lips. "I'll bring it up with Scotland Yard. We will start looking into it." He gingerly stood up and walked to the door, looking back with sorrow etched all over his face. He then walked out, without another word.

Sherlock walked over to the window and looked down at the street below, where there was no parked car anymore. Maybe it was just a car.

"Why did you say that?" he bitterly looked at Emma.

"Sherlock, he thought you were crazy. I did what I thought was best. And anyways, you can't tell Scotland Yard. Then Reichenbach Falls will happen all over again, just faster this time."

"Reichenbach Falls? Is that what they are calling it?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Hey, that's what John wrote on his blog." She walked over to him and pushed him into his room. "Now actually sleep, you really need it. Okay? Don't make me more worried about you."

Sherlock closed the door and lay on his bed, examining the pink sticky note in his hands.

'You're supposed to be asleep.'