Ah ah ah ah stayin' alive.
The ward was empty except for one thing. That song. That familuar, almost never ending song reached his ears. Sherlock knew that only one person would announce his presence in this way. A slow tapping of shoes against a polished wooden floor echoed in Sherlock's ear drums. Sherlock looked up from his text to Gabriel... no Graham... Lestrade! His curly black hair fell over his forehead like a waterfall.
"Moriarty. How... nice to see you after that bullet tore through your brain. No damage I see." Sherlock tucked his phone into his coat pocket.
James Moriarty swallowed his gum, eyeing the detective with a look a lion would give its prey. "Likewise, Sherlock. That fall was... hmm, grusome. You must tell me how you survived some time."
"Maybe over tea and scones." Sherlock sniffed, pulling his black leather gloves over his long, pale hands. Screams echoed around the two men. "A maternity ward, James. Not really your scene, is it?"
The criminal threw himself onto a nearby chair, "You tell me, Sherly."
Sherlock stood up, dusting himself down and tying his scarf around his neck. "Mary has gone into labour. I'm here to support John but judging by Mary's screams and John's "oh my god, oh my god"'s... I can leave now." He eyed Moriarty, Sherlock's blue eyes racing, absourbing every piece of infomation they could devour. "And judging by your body language... you're here to fufill something."
Moriarty laughed, "Bingo. I'm here for the baby."
Sherlock looked rather a taken a back. He frowned, going through every possible scenario for Moriarty to need, want or have a baby. He gasped. "Mary. She worked for you! She was Sebastian Moran! And she owe's you something... something she hasn't given you back or done. So you're going to kidnap John's baby!"
A grin played on Moriarty's lips. He pushed himself out of the chair, facing Sherlock and looking him in the eye. "She's been a very naughty girl, Sherlock."
Suddenly a bustle of nurses, midwives and doctor's ran past the two men. Machienery beeped on and off. Moriarty grinned , "I suppose I'll see you later, Sherlock. What would you say...? Ah, yes. The game is on!" He threw back his head and laughed, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye. He shook his head and started making his enterence past Sherlock out of the ward, humming the remainder to staying alive. The consultant criminal's footsteps quietned down and stopped. Although, Sherlock suspected, he had not left.
John ran out of the delivery room tears in his eyes. "Mary! She's dying. Bleeding! And... and the baby. Gone!" John cried, shaking Sherlock by the coat collar as if there was something Sherlock could do that Doctors and Police (Well... he had the last one right, at least.) could not.
And in that moment, standing in the middle of a corridor in a London maternity ward. Surrounded by the medical rush, the greatest detective in all of England grinned. An actual grin played around his lips and a twinkle appeared in his eye. Finally! He had a case!