This is my first Sherlock fanfiction so please be kind. Reviews (good and bad) are welcomed.

"Let me go." The small blonde woman yelled, fighting against the ropes that held her to the chair.

"Okay then." The small, dark haired man said walking over to the heavily pregnant woman. Hope (Mary should have knew better) filled her eyes until the man let out a maniac laugh as he untied his tie. "Oh. You didn't actually think I was going to let you go did you?" The man wrapped his tie round Mary's mouth, gagging her so her words were muffled. "Oh dear me. John Watson, I'm ashamed, have you not taught your wife anything?"

John looked helplessly at his pregnant wife and shook his head - Mary was still struggling at the ropes causing them to dig into her wrists tighter. "Don't darling; don't fight it, it wont get you anywhere and could harm the baby."

"He's right you know." The man sang. "But as an assassin, I'm sure you know fussing will get you nowhere."

"Shut up." John quickly hissed. "You're dead. You're supposed to be dead."

"It's the new craze. Haven't you heard about it? Nobody stays dead any more. Sherlock is a fine example of that." Moriarty laughed. "Talking of that genius, where is he? It's been He checks his watch. "12 minutes and 38 seconds since he found the clues I left telling him where we are, he's slacking since I've been gone."

"You're fast."

"Excuse me?" All three people turned around to see Sherlock stepping out from the shadows of the old, run down shack.

"Your watch is fast. Might want to get a new one, they guy you bought it off is dodgy, but then you knew that already didn't you."

"I'm impressed Sherlock, maybe you haven't lost your touch after all." Moriarty grinned at the tall man in his usual long coat and blue scarf.

"Now do you mind telling me while you have kidnapped the Watsons when they were in the middle of their anniversary meal?" Sherlock paused, but not long enough to let Moriarty answer his question. "I mean, we know it was to lure me here to rescue them and it was obvious that kidnapping them was the best way to get my attention. But, the question is, what do you want me for?

"I just want to see you. It's been three very long years Sherlock. Haven't you missed me at all? I've missed you" Jim grinned as if trying to tempt Sherlock, but it wasn't working - Sherlock just raised an eyebrow. "Fine, you got me, I just want to find out how you did it. How did you survive the fall? I need to know, it's been bugging away." That was true, ever since he found out Sherlock survived, he had been desperate to find out how, it was eating away at his sanity not knowing.

"And what makes you think I'm going to tell you? You of all people." Sherlock challenged.

"Hmm, maybe the fact that I have a gun pointing right at Baby Watson." A tiny but unmissable red dot hovered over Mary's 8 moths pregnant stomach.

"Sherlock!" John cried as his and Mary's eyes filled with terror.

"So, you were going to tell me how you faked your own death?" Jim smirked smugly, much to Sherlock's annoyance.