AN: Thinking about this now, I had full intentions on making this about Sherlock's "new addiction" to John, but as we can see it has yet to get there. I'm trying! My thinking is jumbled and my writing is crazy. I am also SO sorry for the delay! Don't lose hope, I am still here! You can always put in a recommendation, I work really well with writing out other ideas. ;)

Chapter 7

I woke up on the floor, with a blanket wrapped around me and a pillow under my head. I was lying beside the couch and I glanced up at it, John was still asleep on the couch. Half of his body was covered by the blanket, revealing his chest. I looked down at myself, I too was missing my shirt. I got myself up and found my shirt, putting it back on even though it was wrinkled. Slowly, without waking John, I made my way to the kitchen and started brewing some tea. While the tea was brewing, I went to the bathroom and refreshed myself up a bit. Replacing my shirt to look more put together, I grabbed my coat and scarf, then walked downstairs to the outside. It was cold this morning and the fog still had not cleared.

I walked a few blocks and to the nearest shop, getting food for John and I. On the way back, I glanced at my phone to see if John had texted me and for a second I swore I saw Moriarty's face on the screen. I stopped walking and stared at my phone; nothing there. I put my phone in my pocket and ignored it. I glanced in the windows of a few shops that were still closed, there he was again. He was standing there. I turned to look, but no one was there. The entire walk home I kept seeing glimpses or Moriarty somewhere, when he actually wasn't there.

I made it back into the flat and John was just waking up. I smiled.

"I got food and brewed some tea." I said, handing him his bag of food.

"Oh, thank you Sherlock." He sat up and adjusted himself, pulling the coffee table closer to him and eating his food. I sat down in my chair and pulled out my cell phone, before eating I wanted to send a text to Mycroft.

Keep seeing Moriarty, can you check cameras for me?

SH

I put my cell phone away and started eating.

"How did you sleep?" I couldn't remember anything that happened last night, but there were a few beer bottles sitting out. When did we own beer?

"Fine, I have a bit of a headache but I feel fine." John said between bites. "How about yourself? Sorry about having you sleep on the floor." He looked down at his food, upset.

"It's fine, John. I must have been quite tired last night. I slept well." I said, reassuring him that it was okay, honestly I couldn't remember getting on the floor in the first place. "Would you like to go for a walk later?" As soon as I asked, I was regretting it. If I was seeing Moriarty everywhere, I might go crazy while on a walk with John. Thankfully he shook his head no. My cell phone ringed, Mycroft responded.

No where to be found.

Mycroft

Of course.

Are you looking hard enough?

SH

An immediate response.

Yes.

Mycroft

I could sense him glaring and rolling his eyes at his phone when he read my text.

"Who was that?" John asked, finishing his tea.

"Mycroft."

"What did he want so early?"

"I texted him first, just asking a curious question." I smiled at him.

"So early?" He asked, he was trying to get me to tell him what I texted Mycroft about, but I wasn't going to budge. It would just make him worry.

"Yes, just curious." He stopped asking questions.

John got up and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I heard the shower turn on. My phone went off again.

Miss your face.

Jim Moriarty xx