A/N Sorry, I'm a horrible person for not updating in forever but from now on I'm going to update at least once a week if possible. Thank you to everyone who favourite, followed and reviewed. Bold is texts for this chapter.

The next day Sherlock was sat in his chair with his hands under his chin as John sipped his cup of tea. Now that John was aware of Sherlock's injuries he noticed that Sherlock's movements were stiff and he squinted in pain, although he did try to hide this. Sherlock was pulled from his thoughts when his phone began buzzing with the sound of his text alert.

Case if you're interested –GL

"John. There's finally a case." Sherlock beamed.

"Are you sure you're up to it?" John asked with concern.

"Of course I am. Why would I not be?" Sherlock questioned.

"You can barely move." John reminded him.

"I can." Sherlock protested.

He stood up and put his coat on as normally as he could but the pain was clear in his eyes.

Address? –SH

Queen Anne's Street –GL

Be right there –SH

"I've texted Lestrade so now we have to go." Sherlock replied.

John rolled his eyes and slung his coat on and followed Sherlock out of 221B Baker Street and his friend called down a cab. Soon they were at the crime scene and Donovan was waiting at the police tape.

"Hello, Freak." Donovan sneered.

"Nice to see you too, Sally." Sherlock replied.

"Got the Freak, bringing him up." Donovan informed her walkie-talkie.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and Donovan led him and John up a steep set of stairs. She noticed that Sherlock was holding onto the banister which he never normally did but she didn't question it. John shot a concerned look to his friend and earned the trademark death-glare in return.

"Sherlock." Lestrade said.

Sherlock circled the body of a large man, dressed in leather with a knife through the brain.

"His name's Tony Roberts, aged 36, he owns a motorbike shop a few roads away. Was dating Kimberly Knight and she has been informed. There's no signs of a break in and every door and window was locked." Lestrade explained.

Sherlock noticed a slip of paper poking out of a studded pocket. He carefully pulled it out and in swirly black writing which was clearly not Tony Roberts' handwriting. On the front it said Sherlock. He turned it over and there was a note for him.

Ready for more, Sherlock? Hope you are, Be ready :) –M

"Sherlock?" John asked.

Sherlock noticed there was a slight tremor running through his hands, causing the paper to shake. His face had gone paler thank his usual complexion and panic was clear on his face. He thrust the note in John's hands and fled the crime scene.

"Oh my God." John breathed, reading the note.

"What?" Lestrade asked.

"Moriarty." John replied, passing the note to Greg and leaving the crime scene to find Sherlock.

oooOooo

Sherlock hid in the large white house of Lauriston Gardens and pulled his knees up to his chest. He focused on steadying his erratic breathing and his eye darted about, scanning every shadow and sound. He ran his shaking, pale hand through his coal black curls. He traced a scar on his wrist from a worker of Moriarty. The shape of the scar was clear. M.

A/N I know this chapter is very short but I've tried my hardest. Please review, follow and favourite. I live on them! Until the next chapter...