John,
Honestly. What did he see in you?
Ok, I will give you a point for originality. I didn't actually think you'd punch the Iceman. That was impressive, all the way back, shooting from the hip...play it again, Sam. All your weight into one calculated, nicely articulated, discombobulating blow. Nice. I appreciate art, after all. Doncherknow. But why did you call him up and ask for help if you didn't want him to meddle? He won't find her by the way, I've made sure of that. He's good, the only remaining Mr Holmes, good but not me. Naughty, Johnny, naughty, no punching the grown ups.
I know you'll give him this to read - Mr Holmes, you should really loose weight, comfort eating doesn't suit you. Take up a hobby. That little brunette you cart round with you would do if you could get her to let go of that phone for five minutes. Or not. Whatever yanks your chain.
Anyway back to Johnny's sister. She's a scream, isn't she? Not a bad looker either. Now here's a girl who knows how to have fun. Wouldn't have thought she had anything to do with stiff-upper-lip John-boy unless I'd read her birth certificate. Which I have. Your's too John. Hamish? Really? Were your parents sadists or what? Oh wait, no, they're dead. Poor Johnny, left to raise little sister all on his own. Didn't do a very good job did you?
Is there anything she won't do for a drink?
Did you like the scarf I sent you by the way? Still smells of him a bit, doesn't it. Wasn't it boring though? He never seemed to wear anything other than black, grey or a bit of blue here and there. That purple shirt was sexy though, sweetheart, should have stuck with that in my opinion. But then, it's here, on my lap as I write.
Still haven't been back to the flat, have you. Isn't Mrs Hudson a sweetheart. I could just...eat. her. alive...
Ta-ta!
Jim
Moriarty
What the fuck is wrong with you, you sick, twisted little man.
What the fuck do you want from me?
Give her back you bastard.
Mycroft said we should open up negotiations. What do you want?
Dr J. Watson