"Bored!" I shouted to the empty flat for the 213th time that hour. I hadn't had a decent case in weeks and John was now on vacation with Sarah. I rolled my eyes. A weekend trip to a nice hotel outside of London? Dull. I don't see the point. What is there outside of London anyways?

John's gun was nowhere to be found, and once again, Mrs. Hudson had confiscated my skull. Why she was so against that thing, I had yet to deduct. However, now I had nothing to shoot at the wall, and no one, not even a skull to talk to.

I was up for a game of Cluedo, but without John, it was slightly more difficult than I would have hoped for. I thought about trying to delete the memories of my "opponents" information, but it's more easily said than done. I considered calling Lestrade, but I was sure he wouldn't want to spend any unnecessary time with me. I was about to resign to my mind palace when my phone went off. I opened one eye to find that I had received a text from an unknown number.

Bored? –JM

Why was Moriarty texting me? I was tempted to ignore it, but I was really bored. And honestly, I would do anything to stop being bored.

How did you know? –SH

I didn't know, I observed. –JM

Meaning? What? You've got cameras in my flat? Dull. Boring. Predictable. –SH

No, no, no. Sherlylocks. Who do you think I am? That's too ordinary. –JM

This is way more fun. –JM

I managed to keep a straight face, but on the inside I was doing my best not to panic. Moriarty and I had different definitions of fun. My fun was being the smartest person to exist and solving everything everyone else couldn't. His fun apparently was hiding in my flat.

Oh. I'm sorry. Am I distracting you from the war going on inside your mind? I can read you like an open book Sherlylocks. –JM

"Alright James." I called out loud. "Playtime is over."

Come and find me. –JM

I sighed. Great. Hide and seek with the second wittiest person in the world. Hide and seek with a fly would've been much easier. I considered retreating to my mind palace and allowing Jim to sit and get bored, but that was dull. Boring. Predictable. I needed something interesting to do, even if that meant playing childish games with the consulting criminal.

I got up and looked around the flat. I noticed the rug moved off a bit there, a shoe scuff here. I found myself in the kitchen. That's where he was, I could tell. But where was he going to hide? In the microwave? Under the table? Hardly.

I stood there thinking for a moment before a hand and wrist appeared suddenly from underneath the table and grabbed my ankle before I could move back. I tried to kick and get his hand off me, but all I managed to do was lose my footing and tumble to the floor, smacking my head.

I was seeing stars when Moriarty (actually two Moriartys) crawled to my side.

"I don't think you quite understand the concept of hide and seek. Ha, I win." I managed to mumble.

"Oh Sherlock. Don't be so naïve. This really isn't just a game of hide and seek anymore is it?"

I tried to sit up, but he pushed my shoulders back down. I was still recovering from smacking my head like that. Probable concussion. Concussions are sometimes referred to as the "invisible injury" because you can't see a concussion. Obviously. A person may look fine following a concussion and may even feel fine. But I could tell you, I did not feel fine. Many concussion symptoms may not show up for days or weeks, but mine were here now. Also, I was well aware that you don't have to pass out to sustain a concussion. I'm not an amateur. I'd have to watch out for nausea, vomiting, headache, balance problems, double vision or visual disturbance, trouble with bright light or loud noise, feeling sluggish, feeling foggy or groggy, concentration difficulties, memory difficulties, feeling dazed or confused, ringing in ears, difficulty processing information, and feeling like my head was spinning. Those were all major signs of a concussion. Just my luck. Moriarty had most likely planned exactly that. "Oh, if I give Sherlock a concussion, he won't be able to deduct anything as fast as normal and will just be a stupid git just like me."

"Don't strain yourself Sherlock." Jim broke me out of my mind rant. "I'm sure you've got a lovely headache now." He got up for a moment and I heard him rummaging around in the medicine cabinet. He was gone for just a minute before he returned with a glass of water and a small pill.

I managed to sit up. "I'm not taking that." It looked normal, but there was no way I was taking my chances.

"Why not? Do you not trust me?" He smirked. "That's a smart Sherlock."

He helped me stand up and I stumbled over to the cabinet myself. I opened a sealed bottle and swallowed a couple pills to help with the headache, gulping down the water. "Why are you here?" I blurted out as soon as I felt I was capable of speaking normally.

"Ah, straight to the point. You don't waste time. You sure you don't want to start with a little small talk? We could gossip… Talk about the weather."

I replied with a glare.

"Alright. Straight to it then." He said quietly. I'd never heard him sounding so unsure of himself. Usually he thinks he's on top, whether he is or isn't, he thinks he's the best and most sexy guy out there. "I need something from you."

I frowned, racking my brains for something he could possibly need from me… I came up blank. What in the world could James Moriarty possibly need from Sherlock Holmes?

Jimlock definitely isn't my thing, but it amuses me to see how my friend reacts to it.

I'll write another chapter if this is popular enough.

Let me know what you think.

Btw, I might not be updating for a while.

I'll be out of town.

My apologies.