Not Dead

by sherlockedjawn

Set somewhere between Reichenbach and TEH. Sherlock cannot help but notice a strangely familiar figure has been following him for some time. Could this is really be Jim Moriarty, the world's only consulting criminal, back to play some more? May become Sheriarty later on. Rated T to be safe.

Sherlock stared outside. He was bored by Donovan's constant insults and Anderson's...well stupidity didn't even begin to cover it.
This case a boring one, the neighbour had hidden the weapon in his pot plants and stabbed the woman while her husband was out. But this was the police and they were dealing with things very slowly, trying to find more evidence when the case was already crystal-clear.
He had solved it some 20 minutes ago and was bored out of his mind.

"Sherlock, are you even listening?" Lestrade was starting to get impatient.

Sherlock nodded in response, but not focusing on the DI, he was solely focused on the window, or rather, the occurrences on the other side of it.
Right there was a man who looked suspiciously like Jim Moriarty himself, a man he had seen shoot himself in head right in front of him two years before. Moriarty was supposed to be dead. Unless, of course, he had only pretended to commit suicide, in which case they would have "out-suicided" each other. Sherlock sniggered at the thought of how they both tried to be so clever, yet both ended up doing the same thing. Maybe they were incredibly similar, as Moriarty had suggested...

Sherlock shook back out of his trance, and decided to walk out of the building to follow the man. There was no use for him here, when the case had already been solved.
He ignored Lestrade and the others calling him to return and rushed through the front door, completely focused on the strange figure, looming on the opposite side of the street.