A taxi, an old enemy, and valentines day
The game was on. If only John wasn't on his valentine date with Mary. What's the point of valentines day anyway? I hailed a cab, and shouted the address. Every cabbie in London must know my address by now. I looked out the window, seeing the city pass, I was so engrossed that I almost missed what the driver said. "Did you miss me?"
'Did you miss me?', it was going 'round and 'round in my head. How could it be him? He was dead. Then again, so was I.
"Hello again. How did you survive?" I asked as casually as I could.
"Oh, that doesn't matter right now. How've you been Sherlock?" He asked me in a manner that told me he was smiling.
"Oh, you know. Not dead. Not fake. Not stupid." I said, sounding arrogant, even to myself. I needed to calm down. "How are you Moriarty?" I asked, a lot calmer this time.
"I've been so BORED! I've had no one to play with. I missed making you dance, Sherly! you're the only fun one." Moriarty whined.
"If it's any concelation, I found I missed you as well. Every one is just so stupid. It must be fun not being us. Fun, yet boring." I admitted.
"I'm flattered" He smirked at me in the rear veiw mirror. "How's John?"
"Boring. He got married." I said, undecided as to wether or not I liked this new topic of conversation. John may be boring now, but he was still a friend. I didn't have many.
"That would explain why you are alone then. Who'd he marry" Moriarty asked, actually sounding interested.
"Mary." Was all I was planning on saying.
"Mary who?" He asked, his face expressionless.
"Mary Watson." I replied, smirking.
"Sherlock, I only need to know her last name so I know is she's the one I'm looking for..." Moriarty sighed.
"That wouldn't get you anywere. It's a fake name. I would have though you of all people would have figured that out." I sighed. I knew he had something other than pleasent conversation in mind; his jacket gave that away the moment I realised it was him.
"I know that you imbecile! I'm trying to help you!" He shouted at me.
"I already know who she is! I figured that out a while ago. Do you really think that little of my intelligence?" I asked, not felling insulted in the slightest.
"Oh, Sherly, I already know how smart you are. I just didn't think you'd let your little pet marry someone like that." He said, evidently annoyed despite the horrid use of 'Sherly'.
"It's his life. He 'loves' her. He knows who and what she was, but decided to stay with her. Emmotions only makes us stupid." I said, remembering only too well Mycroft saying something simular when I was a child
"I concer. Although...maybe we could call a truce? I have already worked against you, I would like to to try working with you." Moriarty asked me. I wasn't expecting this.
"I don't see why not. I need a new room mate if you're interested?" I agreed, silently hoping he would accept.
"Seems logical. A 50/50% split, obviously. Perhaps we should discuss this over dinner. We do seem to be outside a restaraunt after all." He said, turning in his seat to smile at me. I hadn't relised before, but we had, indeed, stopped outside a restarunt. Looks like John wasn't the only one with a Valentine date.