A/N: A very long note coming up here, so skip it if you just want to read. It's an apology to all of my readers that I have been unfaithful to. It has been brought to my attention that I have veered off of the path that I started on with this story; it has become a soppy romance and lost the connection to Sherlock. I am exponentionally sorry. I meant this to be fun; to be a case with a twist, but I didn't keep to that. I didn't explain the case too much and kind of ruined it... it was supposed to be a brilliant case but my mind failed. And as for the begging for reviews - it's the insecure part of me that keeps niggling, saying 'this is a load of crap, Amy, no one likes it!' so it urges me to ask you guys to show if you like it or if you don't. And, in retrospect, it is completely pathetic. So that stops here. If you want to review, do, but I won't pressure you guys. I'm trying to fix it, and at this point it may need taking down and redoing, or I may start an alternative story and leave this for the romance, so that you romance lovers can have the Johnlock XP Once more an apology to those I let down. On with the short chapter, which is the beginning of the attempted fix. More than likely, Madita, you may have to watch out for another story. If people want this altered, tell me, or if they want another story for the case thing and leave this to Johnlock? But that isnt begging for reviews. True to word, this is for OryonUK. Sorry again, guys.


"He escaped." Mycroft growled as soon as he entered the flat. I stiffened from where I sat on the sofa, trying to type out some case histories, because I was unimaginably bored. Tilting my head in the direction of the door, I frowned. "Moriarty managed to escape. I do not know how, Sherlock, and if you were in any other condition I would ask you to take a look at the cell and see how he escaped. As it is, you are unable to deduce anything visually and have not yet tuned your other senses to compensate, which is, in my opinion, lax and disappointing, brother. I would have thought that you would be racing to get back to the consulting detective work as soon as you left the hospital. Now, there was a note left for you in the cell, but for personal reasons I have not opened it. I assure you, there is nothing in there that will harm you." I glared in the moving direction of my older brother as he came into the room and sat down, clicking his umbrella against the floor as he walked, and reached out a hand, into which the letter was slid. Then I stood, remembering the amount of paces and turns to get to the kitchen from the sofa, to find John. I stood in the doorway, awkward. Now I did not know where to go to get him. Luckily he came to me, grasping the letter.

"You want me to read it?" he asked, patting my shoulder. Good. At least he understood how insensitive Mycroft was being. I nodded and he guided me back to the living room, sitting close next to me on the sofa. "Sherlock," it read. "You survived… again. Well done," I could almost hear the laugh that I am sure would have escaped his lips as he wrote this. "But next time you may not. I'm coming to get you, Sherlock Holmes, and there's nothing you, or your idiotic brother, or your moronic pet can do about it. See you around…" I shivered. "Mycroft, how the hell did you let this maniac slip through your fingers?" John shouted, standing. I didn't want him getting on the wrong side of a formidable man, so I stood up and pushed him back down.

"Thank you for delivering the note, Mycroft. John and I will visit the cell with you now, if you would be so kind as to escort us there. I would like to try to determine how he escaped." By the noise John made at this statement, he was not happy, but I had to try. I had to see how he had done it, even if when it meant not seeing it at all. He nodded and left, but not before giving us time to grab our coats. Well, John grabbed our coats and handed me mine. Together we left the flat, one guiding, one following, to go to my first blind crime scene.

It would be the action I would regret the most in my life.