Sherlock and Moriarty's tea.
Creak. He stopped playing sad tunes on his violin. Ah, Sherlock knew that foot step. He'd heard it a good few times.
"Come in. No point standing in the door way Jim,"
He carried on playing.
"Awh, stop it Sherlock. Play something happy!" requested Jim, then grinning like the Cheshire cat.
Sherlock whizzed round from facing the frosted window. His face looked thunderous.
"Sit," he said perfectly calmly, gesturing to John's armchair.
Moriarty naturally then plonked onto Sherlock's chair. He looked up at Sherlock still grinning as though he was pleased with his little act of malice.
"Fine,"
Sherlock twanged one of the violin strings in annoyance.
"Why are you here Jim?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Sherlock stared at him plucking another few strings.
"You shouldn't do that," Jim stated patronizingly and waggled his finger, "You'll break the strings, and honey, I ain't paying for 'em!"
"Tea? Two sugars I suppose?" said Sherlock ignoring the previous comment.
He handed Jim a full tea cup and Jim smirked as he loaded in six sugars.
"What? I like it sweet,"
As he said that, he took a mouthful and grimaced but quickly covered it up with a sarcastic smile.
"Oh I'm sure that's delicious," Sherlock retaliated.
He sipped his tea showing only a slight smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Why are you here?" asked Sherlock.
"Because I felt like a little chat about your pet. I mean, after the Fall, he's going to be rather lonely, no?"
This time Sherlock grimaced and gulped more of his tea before answering.
"No…no he won't. John's got friends other than me, I mean, I'm just his flat mate," he winced at saying flat mate.
"I think he'll miss you….gosh, sometimes you're a little naïve Sherlock," sighed Moriarty " Can you not see that he's your best friend! He'll miss you, so what Mama Jim suggests is a little fond farewell!"
"Like what?"
"Like saying that he was your only friend and blah, blah, blah. You can fill in the gaps with that brain of yours!" Jim leans across and jabs a finger at Sherlock's forehead. Slowly, Sherlock guides it away.
"Oh….hmmmm,"
"Make me cry whilst you bid farewell for the last time! I mean, I want it to be real sentimental!" Jim threw his hands the air and his erratic brown eyes lit up with a dramatic flare of passion. He sipped his tea and tried to casually not drink it anymore. Sherlock noticed.
"Oh drink up your lovely tea Jim!"
Jim glared.
"I think I'd better be off. I mean, I do have to blow up some off the underground by three O'clock!"
Jim sauntered out of the room and before he left, he blew a kiss to Sherlock.
"See ya later honey!"
Sherlock rolled his eyes, picked up his violin and re-started his mournful playing.
"Oh, I am certainly not looking forward to this…"
