Sherlock walked inside the large room filled with tables. Only half the room was lit, the other half was so dark you couldn't see anything lurking in the shadows. He wandered in the light side for a few moments, waiting.

"Hello Sherlock" said a female voice, Sherlock's head snapped towards the darkness; of course he couldn't see anything. "Please take a seat"

"What am I doing here?" He asked, not sitting down.

"Shouldn't you have deduced that much?" she asked smiling, though he couldn't see her. He sat down in the chair across from 'the voice'

He didn't answer.

"We're here to talk" she said, Sherlock smirked as he was reminded of a Study in Pink, he rolled his eyes to himself, curse that name.

"About what?" he asked, disinterested.

"You" she responded leaning back in her chair

"What exactly about me?" he asked growing impatient. She smiled at his break of composer.

"Your heart, Sherlock" she said.

"I've been reliably-" he started, but was cut off.

"Yes I know" she interrupted "I was listening that day as well"

"As well?" he asked, leaning forward

"Unimportant. I don't want you to have it broken" she said.

"It won't" he sighed.

"What about John?" she asked

"What about John?" he responded.

"How do you feel about John?" she asked.

"He's my friend" he said

"I thought you didn't have friends?" she said, looking at him, of course he couldn't see her gaze.

"John's the exception" he shrugged.

"You can't have exceptions Sherlock!" she exclaimed "He won't care if he's an exception, he'll use him anyway!"

"Who's 'he'" of course Sherlock knew already.

"What?" she asked slightly flustered. The first break of her composure, Sherlock smiled.

"You said he, who's he?" asked Sherlock

"You know" she said quietly.

"Of course I know, how do you know?" he asked.

"Doesn't matter" her voice was hollow with a touch of sadness to it "You can't be around John"

"You can't tell me who I can be around" he said, slightly annoyed at the girl trying to tell him to leave the only thing of importance in his life.

"He's your heart Sherlock! You love him!" she said raising her voice.

"I don't love him-"

"I don't care! He's your heart and I will not have it destroyed" she stood up, but was still out of vision

"Why?"

"What?" she looked at him

"Why? Why is it any concern of yours?" he asked

"Just because" she said

"Because isn't an answer" he said

"Goddammit Sherlock! How does John be around you all the time?" she asked exasperated

"You have a short temper" he observed

"Not all the time" she said

"Yes, you do" he said

"Stop Sherlock. Save it for Molly, you haven't made her cry this week yet" she said

"A very short temper" he said

"We're supposed to be talking about you!" she said

"talk then" he said

"Your brother is fine, he has the government on his side, which of course is infiltrated but he has enough legitimate protection right now. Mrs. Hudson, will be targeted but I can take care of her. But I can't help John! You have to help him, leave him" she explained

Sherlock stayed silent

"He's going to die Sherlock" she said, Sherlock didn't waver "If you don't leave, he will die and it will be your fault"

She stood up to leave; he still couldn't see her as she made her way to the door.

"I'll be seeing you Sherlock" she said as she left.

"Same to you, Miss Moriarty" she stopped for a moment, caught off guard with the reveal of her identity but began walking again after a moment.

Sherlock smiled.

A/N: Eh, just something I wrote really quickly, I'll only continue it if you guys want me too. Not very good I know. I was just babbling.