Chapter 1: Moriarty returns

They were coming back from solving a case. Sherlock'd solved it in 2 minutes, a new record according to John. They were walking back to the flat when John said to him "That was amazing Sherlock. No one else could ever have solved that in that amount of time! You're brilliant!" Sherlock smiled; it was always nice to hear people admit it.

As they walked back to the flat John was blabbing about god knows what. Sherlock had already managed to tune him out... fortunately. When they got back to the flat they went inside and Sherlock went and sat in his usual spot. Sherlock's phone went off. "John? Can you pass me my phone?"

"Where is it?"

"Jacket."

John reluctantly took Sherlock's phone out of his jacket pocket and gave it to him. There was one lone text on it.

I'm back -M

Sherlock went even paler than usual. His eyes were wide. "What is it?"

"He's back, John, Moriarty is back."

"But he's dead?"

"Apparently not."

An hour later Sherlock's phone went off again. This time it was a phone call.

Unfortunately it was Mycroft. Sherlock ignored the call and continued staring off into space.

Until his phone went off indicating a text.

Answer your phone. -MH

I prefer to text. -SH

This is important. -MH

So important that you can't just text me? -SH

Yes. Pick up your phone. -MH

Not for you. -SH

Don't make me order you. -MH

I'd like to see you try. -SH

Just answer your phone. -MH

I told you, i prefer to text. -SH

I'll give you a knighthood if you don't answer. -MH

Fine. I'll answer.. but next time just text me! -SH

"Hello brother dear."

"What do you want Mycroft?"

"Thought you'd want to know..."

"I know a lot of things. If this is about Moriarty..."

"SHERLOCK! Listen for a change. Lestrade is dead..."

"It was Moriarty. He found out that I'm alive."

"How?"

"It doesn't matter. He texted me about an hour ago saying he was back."

"This is serious Sherlock. He'll come after Mrs Hudson and John soon."

"I know."

"You need help with this Sherlock."

"I don't need your help!"

"Fine."

"Fine... How's the diet?"

"Goodbye Sherlock."

Sherlock called John. John came racing down the stairs. "What is it Sherlock?"

Sherlock sighed and casually said "Lestrade is dead."

"WHAT!? HOW CAN YOU BE SO CASUAL ABOUT IT? HE'S DEAD SHERLOCK! DEAD. DOESN'T HE MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?"

"Didn't."

"I can't believe you. He's dead and you're just sitting here on your phone!"

"Caring is not an advantage."

"HE WAS YOUR FRIEND SHERLOCK!"

"I don't have friends." Sherlock spat.

"We both know that isn't quite true."

Sherlock got up and walked to the door. He opened it and said "I'm going out." He then promptly slammed the door on John's face.