Missing

Its 11.45 on a Saturday, as John paces around the flat constantly repeating on sentence "where is Sherlock?" He wondered why he let one crazy bastard affect his life this much the bastard in question lacked all charisma, charm and empathy and seemed to hate everyone and everything a part from himself. Two hours later john was still lethargically making his way around the flat and occasionally lifting up a coaster or two. He phoned lestrade and Mycroft he was desperate and ready to give up all hope until he heard a voice an Irish voice "oh hello dear, well don't you look sad. Is it because someone took away your little Sherlock huh is that what is making you sad?" the man giggled "I thought you would enjoy not having him drag you places like a dog on a leash because that's all you are to him Is a fucking pet"

"No I'm not his little pet I am his friend for a little moment think of all the times he saved me from you he wouldn't do that if a was worthless to him." John trailed off. Morriarty walked closer to him till their faces where almost touching and Morriarty hands where cradling johns face. "If you want to see Sherlock again all you have to do is tell me what you truly think of him oh and if you don't I will shoot you can write it down if you like…." Morriarty whispered. John sat down slightly more relaxed after hearing what the other man said and picked up the pen and began to write. "Sometimes he is one of the most loathsome people I have ever seen but that doesn't mean I can't like him for what he's done for me for example not being dead and sometimes he does some of the sweetest things "

Morriarty eyed the piece of paper carefully savoring each and every word of it , as a small cheesier cat like grin crawled across his face. Then he spoke "wow it sounds like Twillight you know every time I looked at that silly little blog of yours I secretly hoped you did an entry about him it would have me laughing for years" johns eyes narrowed slightly out of annoyance as Morriarty crudely drew a heart under it and proceeded to write inside of the heart SH+ JW in what john considered to be ridiculously effeminate had writing. "You idiot you should know the affection you give him is one sided. He even told me he hated you but I suppose you will say anything after you have been tortured, I could show you a recording of it if you wanted…" John stood up quickly his fists ready to punch morrriarty "you did what to Sherlock!" john shouted angrily. His fists where so tightly clenched he thought he would draw blood but that wasn't important what was important know was Sherlock his Sherlock. "sssshh only joking I killed him sorry just kidding again honestly he's in his room me and sherly just thought we would play a trick on you and I'm pretty sure he heard every word you said about him. God it's going to be so awkward for you especially after all of those complements you said about him when you thought he couldn't hear you well bye deary." Morriarty walked out slamming the door behind him.

Sherlock staggered out of his room his frame draped in a silk dressing gown. "you cannot possible think all of that stuff about me. "Sweetest person ever" ha ha ha you actually got up to punch him as well." Sherlock was doubled over still laughing "shut up" John shouted "nope I am so going to put this on your blog! Especially the JW+SH thing." I didn't write..." the doctor mumbled interrupted by Sherlock again "sure whatever you say john because it certainly looks like your handwriting!" john tried to argue with him again but then quickly surrendered to Sherlock an accepted his humiliation.