I'm really sorry I haven't updated in a long time. My last day of school is tomorrow but my teachers have still been piling work on me. Ugh. Anyways, I am really excited because I finally came up with a great plot for this story! Also, Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows cam out on dvd this past Wednesday :DDD ! I got it on Wednesday and watched it over and over because I love it sooo much! There's even a special feature about the chemistry between Holmes and Watson xD! I apologize for being so obsessed! We all have our extreme fan moments, don't we? :D

Sorry about that…

Enjoy :3

Holmes's POV:

Watson returned to Baker Street two days later. This time he did not knock when he entered our flat. He just pleasantly walked in like he used to, when he lived here before he met Mary. But since she's gone now, maybe Watson will act the way he did before meeting Mary. The way that I loved to see him.

Watson greeted me with, "Good Afternoon, Holmes," as he walked through the living room, heading towards his room and carrying some suitcases. He then came back into the living room, and sat down in his chair to read the paper. This was one of the ways that I loved seeing Watson. Slouched in his chair with his feet crossed on the table, occasionally smirking at an article he found humorous. I let out a soft chuckle and smiled, looking at Watson. He flipped down the top of his newspaper and looked at me questioningly.

"Oh, nothing," I said, for his expression was asking me why I had chuckled.

"What is it, Holmes," he asked.

I sighed and said to him, "It's just… I've missed seeing you so comfortable and happy living here with me. Acting the way you did before… Mary."

"Holmes, Mary means nothing to me anymore," he said reassuringly. I only care about our rela-…. Er, friendship."

I thought to myself for a moment. Did he just almost say "relationship"? He couldn't have. Or… maybe he did want to say relationship. I hope he wanted to. I then smiled back at Watson to show I was grateful of his comforting words.

As he returned to reading the paper I stood and asked him, "Would you like some tea, Watson?"

"I'd love some," he replied. "Do you remember how I like my tea?"

"Of course I do," I said in protest. "Sugar, with a splash of milk."

"Correct," he said, sounding impressed. "Your memory is not at all lacking."

"Why would you doubt me, Watson? Have you forgotten that my mental capacity is ten times that of an average person? It's rather unmatchable," I said with a smirk. Watson laughed, and I went to the kitchen to prepare our tea.

As I returned with our tea, I immediately noticed a letter in a neatly concealed envelope had been placed on the table. When I handed Watson his tea, he thanked me and said, "Mrs. Hudson brought that letter in for you. She didn't say who it was from."

I picked up the letter and announced the sender's name. "Moriarty," I said, "Professor Moriarty." Watson looked at me with concern as I opened the letter. It was written in very neat cursive handwriting, obviously done by someone that had been trained. There was also a splash of some substance stained into the paper. I sniffed it and proclaimed, "wine," to tell Watson. I then began to examine the letters on the paper which were:

Dear Mr. Holmes,

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Sincerely,

Professor Moriarty