It was a bright day when the phone rang.
"Sherlock?! The phone is ringing!" John shouted.
No words.
"Sherlock! The phone!" John shouted again.
But Sherlock didn't answer, so John walked to the phone and picked it.
"Yes?"
"John Watson? Is that you? Here is Lestrade…" the voice said.
"Oh, hello Inspector. What's going on?"
"We need the two of you here. Please, hurry up" the voice said, and the phone stopped.
John droped the phone down and went to find Sherlock. He was thinking, with is laptop on his stomach, lying on the sofa.
"Sherlock, didn't you hear the phone? It was Lestrade…" John said.
Sherlock opened his blue eyes.
"Then what did he say?"
"To us to go there… to go to the police station."
Sherlock clapped his hands and yawned.
"You go, John. Please, I must be here, thinking in the case… can't leave it now. Do you?"
John nodded.
"Yes, I do."
"Thanks, John. Thanks" and he jumped in to his thoughts again.
John dressed his black blazer and left the apartment.
He called for a taxi and went away.
The taxi was running…
"Sir… I said the police station… where are you going?"
John looked at the mirror inside the taxi and smiled.
"What the…"
"Hello John Watson, welcome to my taxi! Let's enjoy the ride" smiled Jim Moriarty, with his creepy voice.