"Mycroft?"
"Hello, little brother. How is the exile going?"
"I've only be gone four minutes."
"Well, I certainly hope you learned your lesson. As it turns out, you're needed."
"For God's sake make up your mind. Who needs me this time?"
"England."
"Mycroft, what do you mean?"
"Exactly how I said it, brother mine, England needs you."
"Could you be more precisely?"
"He's back and wants to know if you missed him."
A small white plane came to a stop in front of three figures. With swift and practiced movements the plane door opened, a stairway placed and a tall, slim man with dark, curly hair came rushing out.
"No, don't say anything. Just show me." Sherlock said when he came to a stand in front of John, Mary and Mycroft.
"In the car." Mycroft answered pointing his arm to the black car. Sherlock ran to the car door, opened it and climbed inside.
"How do you think he will take it?" Mary pondered.
"Well, I'm in shock." John answered, "but we all know Sherlock and probably his only reaction will be 'boring'."
"Actually John, this time I don't think 'boring' is the right description for this situation."
"It isn't?" John asked Sherlock in disbelieve, who suddenly was standing next to him. You would think after all these years John would have some kind of an –Sherlock is coming- alarm, but somehow Sherlock always managed to sneak up at John.
"No. Moriarty is not to be underestimated. Far from it, actually," Sherlock turned to his brother, "Sorry Mycroft, but it seems someone else has taken over the position of my arch-enemy."
Mycroft let out a dramatic sigh "How tragic."
"So what does this mean?" Mary asked looking at Sherlock.
"It means Moriarty is alive or someone, who pretends to be Moriarty, thought it was a nice idea to present himself"
"Figures, what I meant Sherlock is… whatever, forget it." Mary stopped in mid-sentence and stared down at her shoes.
"Mary, I know what you meant it's just. " Sherlock looked uncomfortable and for a split second scared. The most people wouldn't have seen it, John noticed though and quickly jumped in and said, "The last time we met Moriarty Sherlock jumped of a bloody building and there was a sniper holding a gun at my head. And before that, he tied a bomb around my body and threatened to kill us. So let's say it like this; we didn't really miss him that much."
"No need to exaggerate. My men had it under control even if Sherlock hadn't jumped, you would have survived." Sherlock laughed out loud at Mycroft's comment. Mycroft just stared at Sherlock. "What is it now, brother mine?"
"Mycroft, believe me when I say, if you did have everything under control I would have not jumped. Unfortunately, you didn't."
"Of course I did!"
"If you like to believe that then do so."
"Could we not do this now?" John interrupted the two brothers before they started to kill each other. There was silence after that and no one knew what to say. Mycroft then shifted and turned to the car, walked some steps and then turned around again, "Let's head back to Bakerstreet. Sherlock was exiled long enough I think."
A.N/ Hey Guys, so this is my first Sherlock fanfic and I hope you like it! So this story plays right after the end of season three. It will be about Sherlock trying to find out what Moriarty is planning. Of course, I can never write as good as Marc Gatiss and Steven Moffat. And I bet they have a much better idea, but I will try and I hope you will enjoy this story.
Please leave a review, so I can write things better or change things that didn't went so well.
Oh and I am very sorry if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes! If there are, please tell me.