Sherlock opened the email, the content blank except for one link.

"John," Sherlock said quietly, "You'll probably want to see this."

John grudgingly went to stand behind Sherlock. He folded his arms across his chest, staring at the single set of letters on the screen.

CLICK HERE :)

"Ready?" Sherlock glanced up at John, who nodded in answer.

"Let's get this over with." John replied.

Sherlock clicked the link, instantly launching a video.

A familiar, but unwelcome face greeted them. He smiled.

Moriarty.

"Hello Sherlock. Remember me?"

The two men's faces turned to stone.

"Oh don't look so surprised.
You think you're the only one who can fake a suicide? Bravo, by the way. Quite the theatrics. You even fooled poor John..." he trailed off wistfully.

John's gritted his teeth, feeling a quiet rage coursing through his veins.

"But did you really believe I was gone? It's always been so easy to fool you. You were so distracted, trying to keep your little friends alive."

Sherlock looked to John, his eyes full of silent apologies for everything he had put him through.

"But you let me slip right through your fingers. Surely you wondered, at some point. You knew my body was never found. Gone before anyone could fetch it."

Sherlock leaned back in the chair, trying to remind himself that it didn't matter how he had faked it. He only had to worry about what his next move would be.

The man went on.

"You had to suspect it, you just had to. The great Sherlock Holmes?
You really think I'd put a bullet in my head?"

Moriarty shook his head.

"Nah...I think you knew. I think...you like having me around."

His voice switched from sing-song to deadpan, his sardonic smile dropping.

"Well, Sherlock. You'll get your wish. You'll be seeing quite a lot of me. Very soon in fact."

He stared directly into the camera.

"So go ahead now, and be honest..."

A self satisfied smile crept onto his face.

"Did you miss me?"

"NO WE FUCKING DIDN'T!" John yelled at the screen.

Sherlock flinched, startled at his friend's sudden outburst.

Moriarty smiled sadistically.
"Oh don't be angry with me, John."

John's face dropped. He turned to Sherlock.

Sherlock grimaced.

"You can say something Johnny boy, this has been a very one sided conversation," Moriarty taunted.

"We didn't realize we were having a proper conversation. Hacked into the webcam have you?" Sherlock asked, feigning boredom.

"Oh just admit it, you've missed my bag of tricks," Moriarty said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Nope," Sherlock said assuredly.

John was seething.

"Yeah you did," Moriarty said convincingly.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at his old nemesis.
"I see you're staying in London then."

Jim Moriarty smiled and turned around to face the window.
"I do love it here. I'll stay until it bores me."

The room the consulting criminal stood in was expensively furnished. Dark walls were contrasted by rich jewel toned furnishings and ample texture.

"Penthouse. North bank of the Thames, that's quite a nice view of the wheel you have there. Of course, you always had a penchant for nostalgia." Sherlock remarked sarcastically.

"Nothing slips you by," Moriarty said with admiration, "Except me of course," he added thoughtfully.

He grinned through the screen at John and Sherlock.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at the gesture.
The man would be the epitome of charm, if it weren't for his murderous tendencies.

"Well...this has been a grand little chat, Sherlock. But daddy's got work to do now. Don't worry, I'll be in touch soon."

"You only ever seem to get in touch just to tell me you're busy," Sherlock said with mock bitterness.

"Oh , trust me Sherlock. You're always at the top of my list. Always."
Moriarty gave the men a dark smile.

The screen returned to Sherlock's inbox.

John and Sherlock sat in stunned silence, trying to make sense of the criminal's return.

Sherlock's thoughts instantly turned to Clementine. He was immensely grateful that she had not decided to view the email after all.

Moriarty would surely delight in using her to torment Sherlock. He hoped he could keep her existence hidden from him as long as possible.

"What...are we supposed to do now?" John questioned, breaking the silence.

Sherlock was at a loss.

"I don't know," Sherlock replied earnestly, "But this was a bad time to get a new flatmate."

John looked at Sherlock, his face full of unease.

"It may be high time I have a little talk with my dear brother," sarcasm was evident in his voice, but he punched the numbers into his mobile nonetheless.

"You never ask him for help," John said, his voice laced with uncertainty.

He looked at Sherlock, a look of annoyance crossed his friend's face.

"Oh god," a smile formed on John's face and he laughed quietly, "You do like her a lot don't you?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes at John, "Mycroft! How are you?"

/

Less than three miles away, Jim Moriarty exited his flat.

He was feeling quite pleased with himself over his invasion into Sherlock's computer. Their faces had been priceless to him.

As he strolled out of the Victorian building his mobile chimed a text alert.

Running late. Be there soon.
-sm

Jim continued down the street, slowing to a more casual pace. He was in no rush now.

Passing a couple of university girls at the crosswalk, he caught them glancing at him. He heard their faint giggles as they walked away towards the tube station.

Well, I must be looking rather good.

Indeed he was. Jim Moriarty had an immaculate sense of style, something that had always come effortlessly to him. Being filthy rich helped too, obviously. However, he could probably dress in the dark and still look nothing less than modelesque.

Today he wore dark denim, a crisp white tee shirt, and a grey tweed suit jacket complete with a red pocket square.

He knew though, even more importantly than his impeccable style, he possessed acute sex appeal and he practically bled charm.

He smirked, knowing even just those qualities made him a dangerous man.

He arrived at the cafe, taking a quick glance around before entering. No sign of his colleague.

He slowly sauntered up to the counter, ordering himself a small cappuccino.

The girl at the register appeared to be in her early twenties, with unnatural platinum blonde hair and wearing heavy eye makeup. She batted her eyes at him as she took his order.

Desperate.

He purposely brushed her hand as he passed her a few bills for the drink. She blushed heavily as she gave him the change and quickly began to prepare his drink.

Within a few minutes she had his order up. He returned to the counter and thanked her, making sure she saw him give her a once over. She was absolutely giddy as she turned her attention back to making drinks.

He smiled smugly to himself.
He wasn't interested in her in the slightest, but he did love toying with people. He took his drink and sat himself by a window, waiting for his colleague to show up.

He caught the counter girl glancing over at him. As he picked the coffee up for a sip he saw a small piece of paper slip out from underneath it.

Silly girl gave me her phone number.

He shot her a wink and a quick smile. She seemed satisfied and returned to work.

Not even my type, he thought blandly as he sipped his cappuccino.
He glanced around the cafe. It was the mid-afternoon, the place was relatively empty.

Not very good for people watching.

There was a group of students occupying one of the tables near the rear of the cafe, a middle aged couple towards the front, and a few smattered in between, sitting alone.

A couple of tables away a younger woman was doing work on her laptop. She was completely absorbed in her project and Jim was able to observe her freely.

She was in her mid-twenties, a petite little thing. She had perfect pouty lips and a pale complexion. Her face was tilted down at her computer, so he couldn't quite see her eyes. She had one hand propped under her chin as she worked away.

A perfect heart shaped face.

You are just darling aren't you.

He noted the lack of a book bag, she must not be a student. Maybe a young professional, she was dressed very nice too, he noted.

Jim unconsciously licked his lips.

He could be a real sucker for youth and beauty.

He darkly wondered how delicious she would be, tied naked to his bed. What she would sound like screaming his name...

His thoughts were interrupted when his colleague finally arrived.

"Jim. I figured you would have chosen somewhere more private," the man greeted him callously.

"Sebastian!" Jim was delighted to see the man.

"Seriously Jim, shouldn't we be somewhere less conspicuous," he continued quietly as he sat across from Moriarty, obstructing his view of the girl.

Jim frowned.

"Don't be silly, no better hiding spot than right under their noses," he replied chidingly, "Besides, the wheels are already in motion. After tomorrow I won't be skulking around in the shadows anymore."

He leaned over slightly trying to bring the girl back into view.

Sebastian nodded, but still appeared uncomfortable.

"And I as well?" Sebastian asked carefully.

"Yes, of course," Jim replied dismissively, "I can't have my best body guard locked up."

Jim watched as the girl gathered her belongings and stood to leave.

She noticed Jim staring at her as she slid her laptop into her bag, their eyes meeting briefly.

Hers were a most striking grey.

He gave her a small smile, knowing he'd been caught.

She glanced to either side, thinking that he must not be looking at her. She didn't give it much thought.
She quickly exited the cafe, Jim's gaze following her into the street.

Sitting back in his chair, a look of disappointment settled over his features.

Sebastian turned to see the girl leave and smirked at the expression on his friend's face.

He cleared his throat.

"Well, now that I have your full attention..."

Sebastian proceeded to retrieve the documents from his briefcase, saying something or another about his meetings from earlier.

Jim wasn't paying attention.
All he could think about was the girl with the beautiful grey eyes and brilliant copper hair.