Can you just pretend you care!

It had been months since Sherlock's return from the dead, months since he has been sent into exile and then come back again, months since the whole of England had gone into uproar at the return of Moriarty. Banks had been robbed, possessions of great value had been stolen and it all pointed towards him, Moriarty, but where was he, why was he doing this? No matter how hard he tried the sole resident of 221B Baker Street could not find out, everything was a dead end. To Sherlock the obvious answer to why, was that Moriarty was taunting him, reminding him that he had failed. Reminding him that it had all been in vain. Moriarty was still alive and still after Sherlock.

It had been quiet for a few short weeks, nothing had happened that pointed towards Moriarty, Sherlock became more relaxed, and perhaps Moriarty had given up. No, Sherlock knew that could not be it, something big was coming, but until then Sherlock could do nothing. So he did what he always did. He went about him life, solving cases. John would assist when he could. Molly on the other hand began to make more of an appearance in his life, Sherlock started appearing in St Bart's Morgue far more often, asking Molly opinion. If an outsider where to look in on the unlikely pair, they would almost look like close friends, working together, smiling at their discovery's, sharing each other company.

But everything was about to go wrong, something dreadful was about to happen and later Sherlock would blame himself for allowing these things called human emotions get in the way of what should have been obvious and he should have prevented it. However he did not, instead this is what happened…


Okay so i know how I want to continue, but I would like some opinions. Is it worth carrying on. I would like your honest opinion! If you don't feel comfortable leaving a review please feel free to message me! Thank you, I hope you like it xxx