Now Mycroft had heard of a threat in the land, and it was called, Moriarty. He fought this shadow power with his plots, his cameras, and his spies. Every so often, he would check on Sherlock to find that he was happy with his work and his friend, John.
When the house across the street from Sherlock's flat exploded, Mycroft rushed to see him. He concealed his concern by offering him a case to solve. Sherlock did not want to solve it, seeing through Mycroft's feeble cover, but John was interested. He investigated the theft himself, while Sherlock was busy elsewhere. But even as he appeared to show no concern, Sherlock was watching over John, ultimately helping him to solve the case, even as he worked on his own.
Sherlock agreed to go to a pool alone, in the hope that he would catch the criminal and solve his case. But the case was not what it appeared to be. For the one who was to meet Sherlock beside the pool was none other than Moriarty himself. Mycroft had been caught sleeping, and Sherlock had walked straight into a trap.
"I am going to kill you," he said, in a voice cold, and cruel as he stood beside the pool smiling like a crocodile at John Watson all covered in bombs.