Sherlock had had a long day and was looking forward to going home away from molly, he didn't get why she always had to hover around him, he wasn't her child, why couldn't she just leave him alone. He was about to log onto his website when his phone vibrated. He sighed, half wanting it to be a murder from Lestrade half wanting to stay at home and let Anderson be his problem he just wanted to sleep he had been on a case for a week ignoring the fact that he was sick, Text to Sherlock Holmes, from Unknown: I've got your friends over Sherlock. And your brother would like to say hello as well. Meet me at 22 A North Umberland Street. Before things get...out of hand.

He really didn't mess with this freak today and besides john was upstairs, wasn't he? I don't believe you. He sent back even though it wasn't quite true.

Check your room. It was a taunt an obvious ploy wasn't it? The worst part was he did it anyway, the dread of finding john dead in his room had him sprinting up the stairs two at a time what he found was worse. Blood splattered the floor, there's been an obvious struggle and there's too much blood for someone not to have been killed. The table's been knocked over and broken like it was used as a weapon, there's a note is on the mattress No one is in the room, and now he doesn't know if john is alive or not.

I'll be there he sends back because there is no way he is letting his john be killed, if he hadn't already been, by this psychopath.

I presume you've seen our little play time fun. John had a little hissy fit. It was exciting. You should have been there. He could almost hear the man's cold voice dripping poison into his ear taunting him, like a bully holding his schoolbag just out of reach. This man, Moriarty, had no idea what he was messing with. Even as he was walking down the stairs and pocketing johns gun he was planning his death, how painful it would be, how long it would take, but most of all how satisfying it would be.

I will kill you if he's harmed. He would kill him anyway but it would be worse for him if john was harmed.

What fun would that be? Your little pet is fine. He stabbed my man, and I put him in a little time out. Oh yes he was defiantly going to kill this man.

He was thinking about how much pain he could put him through as he hailed a cab and offered him three time normal pay to get him there fast, and he was there in ten minutes. The address was a small house and he walks in to an large room, there are several TV's. He can see one person in each. And in a larger one, Moriarty, smiling.

"Welcome Sherlock. Your friends wanted to have a little chat. But they just couldn't make it in person..." it was a miracle he could keep his face passive as he longed to sink his fist into that irritating face "I need you to stay out of my way, so I devised you a little something to keep you busy. If you don't take the pills on that table" he pointed to the only table in the room like he was a slow child and it just made Sherlock want to smack him more, "then I will kill your friends. One by one."

He walked over to the table wary of the pills, the first case he had had with john reminded him that these could kill him, "and what's the catch." He addressed Moriarty sounding unafraid and heroic, but inside he was quaking like a small child after a nightmare.

"Catch? Oh no Sherlock. Your deal is the catch; those will reduce your mind's capabilities. And we both know what that will do to you. You may never be able to solve a crime again...or you could watch them all die." Moriarty smirked letting the word hang in the air. He looks at the monitors there's a lineup. Starting with Anderson, who has his head in his lap waiting for Sherlock to condemn him, sally, who looks at him like he's planned it all, Lestrade, who has out a photo of his wife and kids, Mycroft, who leans against the wall umbrella in hand, Mrs. Hudson whose looking at him and crying already knowing the outcome, and Watson whose screaming soundlessly at him not to do it. "They're all here Sherlock. Will you risk it all? Or will you risk yourself? Your choice" the smirk never leaving his face he knows he's won either way. There's not a thought that tells him not to do it his entire mind tells him to, and much to the astonishment of sally and Anderson, he turns around for a moment turns around so Moriarty can see him and swallows the pills. "Good bye Sherlock. Your friends will see you very soon."

All of the doors in the flat swing open, and the whole lineup comes out, very worried aside from sally and Anderson who are both still amazed. Moriarty is unfortunately not here so Sherlock can't shoot him.

"Sherlock!" john yells as he sprints over and Moriarty's face disappears from the screen.

"John." He just manages before he passes out only to be caught by john.