A/N I said I was going to update every week so this counts, right? Anyways, big milestone for me. I have surpassed 10 reviews. Thank you to everyone that has already reviewed because I was grinning like an idiot and I even did a girly squeal. Now before I begin let's just appreciate that my PE teachers name is Ms Sherlock. I want her last name. Now here's the next chapter and I hope you guys like it...
The cab pulled up outside 221B Baker Street and Sherlock could've sighed with relief. Not that he'd ever admit it but the panic attack had made his extremely tired. He just wanted to get into Baker Street and throw himself on his bed, hell, the sofa was closer. John quickly paid for the taxi and help Sherlock through the black door. He was still a little shaky and was persistent that John didn't have to help him but the loyal doctor ignored him.
"Oh, Sherlock, what have you done?" Mrs Hudson asked him when they entered.
"What do you mean?" Sherlock inquired.
"The police are upstairs again." Mrs Hudson frowned.
Great. The one time he was actually considering going to sleep the police show up. Sherlock and John stormed up the stairs and entered the living room which was currently being ransacked with Lestrade sat in Sherlock's chair.
"I'm clean." Sherlock stated.
"You can't run off from a crime scene without telling us what this note really means." Greg scolded him, holding the note in his hand.
"So you decide to search through my things?" Sherlock questioned.
"Not exactly. It's another drugs bust." Lestrade smirked.
"I'm not on drugs!" Sherlock claimed.
"Oh really? Why do you have all of this medicine then? Is it prescribed?" Donovan asked, motioning to the various bottles and pills that sat in the kitchen cupboard.
"Their prescribed you moron." Sherlock snapped.
"Prove it." Anderson said, appearing next to Sally.
Sherlock glared daggers at them but knew he had to prove they were prescribed. He went over to the bookshelf and pulled out an old green book and held up the various prescriptions. Sally and Anderson went to grab them but Sherlock held them away from them.
"You've seen the prescriptions." He said.
"No we've seen paper. So us the writing, Freak." Sally replied.
"No." Sherlock spat.
"Why?" Anderson questioned.
"Because it's none of your business." Sherlock answered.
"This is a drugs bust so we need to make sure these medications are prescribed because all we know right now is that you have drugs in your house that you could be taking without Doctor's orders." Anderson explained.
Sherlock glared at them again and reluctantly placed the prescriptions in John's hand. John quickly read them. Anti-depressants, sleeping pills and silver sulfadiazine (which John knew was for serious burns) along with some other things.
"There prescribed," John nodded. "Who prescribed them?"
"Mycroft's doctor or whatever. I don't even remember." Sherlock relied.
To everyone else that sounded like he simply didn't care who it was but John knew what it really meant. At that time he was in too much pain to even know who was treating him.
"Give them the prescriptions and tell me what the bloody hell this note means." Lestrade demanded, standing up and using what Sherlock called his 'DI voice'.
Sherlock simply took the prescriptions from John and onto the table before taking the note from Lestrade's hand.
Ready for more, Sherlock? Hope you are, Be ready :) –M
"It means Moriarty is not dead. It means he's coming back. It means that he's assembled another web after I took two years to destroy his old one." Sherlock replied, angrily.
"He's coming back? And what does he mean ready for more?" Lestrade inquired.
"Oi, Freak. Why have you got anti-depressants, sleeping pills and burn stuff?" Sally questioned.
"Because of Moriarty. Whatever you may think I was not away for two years having fun, even if Mycroft's first words to me in English after I went to destroy the web were 'Sorry, but the holiday is over.' I could've punched him for that." Sherlock explained.
"If you'd have told me that I wouldn't have refrained from punching him when I saw him." John replied, now angry with the oldest Holmes.
"We should both punch him." Sherlock suggested.
"Sherlock, what do you mean?" Lestrade attempted to get the convocation back on track.
"The note is saying that Moriarty is coming to hunt me down and continue what he was doing in Serbia." Sherlock replied.
"And what was he doing in Serbia?" Lestrade inquired.
"Torturing me." Sherlock said.
A/N Not sure how I feel about this chapter so please let me know how you feel. I know the writers of Sherlock have said that Moriarty is dead but it's fanfiction, the World of imaginations *rainbow magically appears*I hope no one was too OOC in this. Hope you guys liked it. Until next week...