"Hi! I thought I would visit. You looked bored." John's thoughts were pierced by the sound of the Irish accent so familiar to him.
"Moriarty? What are you doing here?" John spluttered. Unsure of how to understand the situation. Moriarty had tried to kill them and now he was visiting Sherlock as a good friend. He stared into the empty eyes of the consulting criminal. Lestrade turned the television of and turned to the criminal.
"I'm visiting Sherlock. He looked broken." Jim smiled innocently. He strutted over to beside Sherlock. He gently stroke his hair." I know how it feels Sherlock. I went through the same thing with Teenage Ninja Mutant Turtles." He kissed Sherlock on the cheek. He visibly paled. The room was silent. Sherlock tried to step away from Jim but was slapped by Moriarty and stumbled to the floor. Moriarty grabbed his forearm and dragged him out the room. No one could stop him. The room was left in a stunned silence.
Lestrade heard his phone being called and placed it on speaker to let everyone hear the caller. "Lestrade, you just let a criminal mastermind go into Sherlock's building and did not stop him when he slapped him. You let him walk out with Sherlock. Find my brother or you will have me to deal with." The phone call ended before he could reply.
The room remained silent for the next couple of minutes. Everyone was shocked when Sally Donovan called out. "Sir I just got sent this of Moriarty." She showed them a picture of the Thames. Everyone rushed out the room and bundled in the two police cars.
Greg rushed through the traffic as they searched the Thames for anything out of the norm. It did not take long for them to spot the body floating in the water. The cars swerved to the side of the Thames. Anderson and Donovan pulled the man out of the water. Sherlock collapsed to the ground gasping for air. He opened his eyes to see Mycroft walking over to them. He was closely followed by his two favourite lackeys restraining Moriarty.
"Hello brother. How's the holiday?" Mycroft sneered.
"How's the diet?" Sherlock weakly smiled.
"Fine. Yours is going terribly through. You have only been one month without a case for a month and you are reduced to children's television, fizzy drinks and sweets. Grow up!" Mycroft snapped.
"I am on Holiday!" Sherlock defended breaking into a coughing fit. A small line of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.
"Most people go abroad on their holidays. Spend time with their families. Talk to people but then you're not most people. Grow up and stop being such a freak!" Sherlock gasped. He had been called a freak by Donovan, Anderson and other Scotland Yard officers but never his brother. All eyes focused on Sherlock, watching his reaction. Sally Donovan was furious as she watched tears stream down his ivory skin. She stomped over to Mycroft Holmes. She punched him in the nose. Blood poured out onto her hand as he stumbled back. Moriarty smiled at her, laughing at the bleeding man.
"Sally" Greg warned without putting much effort in his words.
"As much as I would hate to cut into this madness. I think we should call an ambulance. Are you ok Mycroft?"
"I am fine Doctor Watson." Mycroft stood up straight. Sally called for the ambulance while the others were helping John with Sherlock.
John rode in the ambulance while the others drove behind. Sherlock passed out in the ambulance.
