It had been precisely three years and two days since Sherlock Holmes had faked his death.
It had been two incredibly long days since the world found out that the brilliant detective was, in fact, both alive and genuine.
Now, Jim Moriarty hadn't exactly been sitting and twiddling his thumbs during this time, oh no. Heaven forbid it! He had, in fact, been incredibly busy with killing people, staying dead, and instilling fear into the hearts of the common-folk. Well, there had also been a great deal of snogging between the only consulting criminal in the world and his dearest sniper, but that was beside the point. Sebastian had had enough of Jim sulking about, and so they had moved around a bit in order to find a new base to call home. After driving around in a surveillance van full of knives, guns, and "goodies," as Jim called them, the pair finally found a suitable empty apartment complex deep inside the abandoned districts of London. Unfortunately for them, the building wasn't as abandoned as they imagined.
