Sherlock's POV

I can't help but notice every detail; millions of pieces of data, though nothing here seems significant. Among the few things I do not understand, is why Molly would want to be here, with me, at a restaurant. To take my mind off all these distractions - and how incredibly bored I am - I decided to hack into John's blog, via my phone.

Molly left while I searched the Internet for things to embarrass John. She returned momentarily, having removed her makeup.

"You're not wearing makeup. You were before." I remarked, though it didn't matter very much either way.

"It wasn't working." she said softly, and almost sadly.


Watson's POV

I never posted that on my blog. Internet cat videos, and lots of them.

"Sherlock," I called. "Did you post these?"

" Of course. Your blog has been more boring than usual; something had to be done." he said, as if it were something normal and shouldn't have pissed me off. Sherlock could be a nuisance at the best of times, and I suppose I should have been used to this sort of thing by now. I sighed.

There was someone at the door. A client, I presumed. I looked out the window. Standing outside, glancing around nervously, was... Moriarty?

"What the hell is he doing here?" I muttered, partially to myself. Sherlock didn't answer, but opened the door reluctantly. Moriarty had the panicked look of someone who'd seen a ghost - or worse. Considering all the things that he had done without remorse, I couldn't begin to comprehend what might disturb him.

"I need to speak with you. In private. Meet me at this address." Moriarty handed Sherlock a slip of paper. I couldn't see what was written on it. "Make sure they're not watching."

With that, he left. No idea what he was blathering about; probably just him being a psychopath, as always.

"What did he want?" I asked. I knew I'd regret it later.

To be continued