Tearing at the Seams

As soon as Sherlock is exiled, his brother calls him back for a new case: Moriarty. After what happened the first time, Sherlock doesn't want John anywhere near this case, but John is too stubborn to listen. How will he cope when things take a turn for the worse? Can he ever forgive himself?

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6. Chapter 6

Sherlock briskly walked into Greg Lestrade's office, John trailing not too far behind. "Gary, how's the Moriarty Case going? Have you made any progress? Because I have. He has Mary and Amanda, and he is obviously going to use them as pawns against us. But where would he keep them? We demolished his underground network, right? No, we haven't. Because if we had, Moriarty wouldn't be back. Instead, we just cut off one head to the Hydra. But he's smarter than that."

Lestrade stared at Sherlock then looked down, sighing. "It's Greg. And alright, I'll put my best men on it."

"I am your 'best men'" Sherlock retorted.

"Okay, so what are you proposing? Just face Moriarty head on?"

Sherlock snickered, "No, of course not. We're going to set up a trap. But, James would expect that."

John looked at Sherlock, surprised that he and Moriarty were on a first name bases. Maybe Sherlock really had missed Moriarty, like he had said when Moriarty revealed that he was still alive. John couldn't help but feel a sharp pang of abandonment. Sherlock was his best friend. He had been his best man. John shook his head, Sherlock wouldn't befriend the villain, right?

No matter how hard John tried to ignore it, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to this.

John had been so lost in thought, that when he turned his attention back to Sherlock and Greg, he couldn't understand what they were talking about. However, something Sherlock said brought him back into the conversation.

"Yes, I knew he wasn't dead." The shock on Greg's face was priceless. "We had made a deal. He would pretend to kill himself with a prop gun. Sebastian Moran posed as the doctor giving the autopsy, then hid James. Another body was put in his place and Moran continued the autopsy, giving the hospital false information."

"So when you and John foiled Moriarty's underground network, he decided to come back and one-up you again?" John thought that Greg's guess was accurate, until he looked at Sherlock.

Sherlock looked down with a slight blush on his cheeks then said, "Sure..."

Greg gave Sherlock a questioning look, but let it go. John, on the other hand, had the feeling that something was happening between Sherlock and Moriarty. His sick feeling increased to... jealousy? No. No, John was just concerned about his friend. Moriarty was dangerous and could easily hurt Sherlock. But John wouldn't let that happen. He would protect Sherlock from whatever Moriarty was plotting.

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Sherlock looked tired, and he felt it. He knew that John had noticed, but he just hadn't said anything. Sherlock was thankful for that, because he didn't know if he'd' be able to lie to John. But there was no way that John could find out about Sherlock's late nights.

John looked worriedly over to his friend, who sat in front of his laptop, typing away. They hadn't made any progress with finding Moriarty, and Sherlock still hadn't told John what the trap was, even after a week. Instead, Sherlock was constantly typing, then going to bed, only to look worse in the morning.

"Uh, Sherlock." Sherlock lifted his head slightly, his eyes still glued to his computer. "So, what have you found?"

"Not much. James rebuilt his network, and now it's much stronger."

John sighed at the information he already knew, "You need to eat."

Sherlock shook his head.

"We need to find Mary."

Sherlock nodded, "Of course. That is our top priority." John knew that Sherlock was lying, but he didn't know how much. He tried to look over Sherlock's shoulder to read what he was typing, but Sherlock turned himself and the computer around. John sighed and went over to his computer to update his blog in the first time since Mary's disappearance.

Sorry I haven't been updating; these past few weeks have been a little chaotic. First of all, my beautiful wife gave birth to our daughter, Amanda.

A lot of things have been happening with Sherlock though. I don't know if this is one of those things that can be put on a social site, but he just seems more distant. He isn't even focused on his present case. And he keeps getting worse. He's eating and sleeping even less than usual. I am really concerned about him.

That's all I have to say for now, but hopefully I can update soon.

John sighed and shut his computer. Sherlock suddenly jumped and sat up, staring at his computer, "John! John, come over here."

John immediately rushed over to him and saw Mary on the computer screen on Oovoo. John didn't know Sherlock or Mary had an Oovoo, but he was too focused on his wife to care. Her hair was disheveled and her face was powdered with a thin layer of dust. Sherlock already had another computer out, trying to find the coordinates to where she was.

"Mary, Mary! Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

Mary nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay. So is Amanda. Can you track this? He doesn't know I'm in here. I managed to get free of the bonds--"

"Mary, it's okay, we'll find you. I love you."

Mary sighed and weakly smiled, "I love you too"

They stared into each other’s eyes a moment more before arms wrapped around mary's waist. She began kicking and screaming, but it wasn't enough, "Mary! Mar--"

Moriarty came into view, "Ha, great. It's good to see you John. Where's Sherlock? May I speak with him?"

John scoffed, ready to deny him, but Sherlock snatched the computer from John's lap. "I know where you are."

"Oh, good. Splendid. Hurry over now." He laughed then disconnected.

Sherlock put the computer down and reached for his trench coat, "Come along John."

John wanted to go right over and save his wife, but with the lack of information Sherlock was giving him, he had reason to be cautious. "Wait, but isn't that what he wants? For us to go right over there? We need a plan of attack."

"We have a plan: attack." Sherlock quoted as we shoved his blue scarf into his coat and walked out the door, leaving it open for John.

"Sherlock! Please! This is my wife we're talking about. We can't go in there with nothing."

Sherlock sighed but turned around. James would not be happy with this, but Sherlock couldn't let John suffer.

 

 

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