A man stood alone on a balcony, watching the rosy, warm colours of the evening sky begin to fade into the emptiness of night. His light blue eyes strained to see into the darkness, but it was a futile attempt.
A light breeze whistled by, ruffling his dark brown curls. Sherlock sighed.
The past few months had been hard, after the tedious task of faking his own death had proven successful; he needed to come back to life yet the vast, tangled web of Jim Moriarty stood in his way.
At the present moment Sherlock was waiting for his accomplice to walk down the dirty stone path. Sherlock had been hiding in this small Dartmoor house for too long; it was time to make his move.
Familiar footsteps could be heard from behind him, he does not turn around until she speaks.
'Hello Mr. Holmes. It's been too long.'
Authors note- Hi this is possibly to be continued if you wish so, me and my friend Anna have been writing this together we hope you like it please review!
we do not own Sherlock nor the characters.