Sherlock pounded the wall until his knuckles bled. It hurt, a lot, but the blood and pain was a welcome distraction. Why, when he went down to The Doctor's flat that morning, were the TARDIS doors spray painted with I O U? It was Moriarty. It had to be...
He had woken a grumpy Doctor up by throwing a cold bowl of water over his head, but his initial frustration disappeared when he saw his precious TARDIS defaced with graffiti. John was woken by muffled shouts, cries, screams, wails and sobs, and a roar of 'WHERE ARE MY BLOODY BOWTIES, SHERLOCK, THIS ISN'T FU- MY FEZ! MY PRECIOUS FEZ! NOOOOOOOO!' upon hearing the latter, John rolled over and promptly fell back to sleep.
"Calm down, Doctor! We'll...rescue...your bowties...?" Sherlock said, puzzled by the fact that he had said something so trivial.
"Rescue my bowties? Rescue my bowties? Are they being held captive?!"
"This is Moriarty we're talking about! It's a possibility!"
"And I suppose he's torturing my fez?"
"Yes! No! I don't know! Two hearts; it's really messing with my head. Mycroft!" Sherlock bellowed, knowing his brother would hear it on the CCTV footage.
What? I hope you realize it's six in the morning and I have a busy day ahead of me. I'm the British government. -MH
Jim Moriarty got into 221c and vandalized the TARDIS. Possibly holding an impressive array of bowties captive, the ransom will be rather high; looks like you're going to be paying that. -SH
Anything else? -MH
May be torturing a fez. -SH
Are you drunk? -MH
No Mycroft I am not drunk, and if I was it would be none of your business. -SH
High? -MH
NO! -SH
Too much tea? Or have you developed a preference for coffee? Nicotine patches? Boredom? -MH
Just check the CCTV footage! -SH
Sherlock then proceeded to throw his phone at the wall, cracking the Blackberry screen. Mycroft Holmes- what an incompetent fool.