The Touch of a Madman
Wow, what is this? My first proper multi-fic that isn't Interruptions! *gasp* Well yes, I have decided to make a larger fic with Morairty, even if it isn't the most original idea in the world I still want to give it a try.
Prologue
Morairty's back and his reappearance has affected everyone.
It saved Sherlock's live but in the worst way possible, of course he was thrilled at the fact that it was a case! One he hadn't had in months! But at the same time he was frustrated and afraid, frustrated at how he didn't see that Morarity had faked his death, just as he had, if front of his very own eyes! And afraid because, well, it was the man who'd brought the whole of London and, more terrifyingly, Sherlock Holmes, to their knees.
The Watson's were just as afraid, they had a baby on the way and it was obvious that the two of them would immediately have targets on their backs, being two of Sherlock's closest friends. Mycroft had, almost on the spot, offered them a safe house, to which they accepted gratefully. John wishing his best friend luck before leaving in a black car with his wife.
Lestrade and his officers were on overdrive! As soon as Greg had seen the repeating video that was being broadcasted on every screen he drafted back to the yard, the whole place in chaos. They were all trying to track the signal and shut it down, but whenever they got close to doing it their computers would black out before showing the same image as on the tv screens.
But Molly.. Molly was the worst off. She'd be having a nice day off, lying on her sofa, Toby asleep on her chest as she petted him, watching her tellie when the image got fuzzy and the sound got distorted. Annoyed, she sat up, Toby scattering at his sudden awakening, she reached over to grab her remote, to turn it off, when the fuzz of noise started to form words, gradually. First there was 'Did' soon followed by 'You' and 'Miss Me?' Confused, she lifted her head to stare back at her screen. Molly screamed, Jim's face staring back at her.
There was a knock at the door, a very urgent one. Molly paused, afraid to answer.
"Molly, it's me. Open the door," came Sherlock's voice from the other side of the door.
She let out a breath of relief and opened the door, revealing a breathless looking Sherlock.
"Morairty's after you, you need to come with me."