I was asleep by the time the boys got home that night and was surprised I woke up to them coming home, which had never occurred before. I was in a daze when I heard footsteps rush up to the stairs and go into the bathroom with a gently slam of the door. The sound of my door open was what really brought me out of the sleepiness that was held over me. I heard John go into the bathroom and that only left Sherlock, never came up here and it was the middle of the night. I cracked my eyes a bit as the sound of his footsteps approached the bed, his shadow casted over me from the light in the hallway. What he was doing in my room was a mystery, did he deduce me when I slept, was this the first time or and on going thing. The thoughts raced through my head as I watched him gently roll back on his heels and walk back out closing the door on his way out. Once the door closed, I sat up and stared at the closed door through the darkness, watching the playful yellow line of light come in from the bottom of the door. I watched as Sherlock's shadow stayed at the door which felt like forever and then walk away briskly. His footsteps lightly echoed through the hallway as he made his way down to his room. When his footsteps were out of range, I got up and made my way to the hallway peering down the hall where he left.

I walked over to John's room and knocked gently on the door, the silence picked up every movement of John getting up from his spot on his bed and walking over to the door.

"Sam? I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you." He responded after he open the door and let a new flood of light hit me.

"No, it's ok John… I have to ask though, is everything ok with Sherlock?" I inquired looking over John, from his posture it was clear they just had a late night case.

"Other than solving two murders within the past few hours, he has been...well Sherlock. Why?" John questioned cocking an eyebrow at my odd question.

I frowned and ran my hand through my hair, "No reason, I thought I heard him come into my room...it must have been a dream. Well goodnight John."

I smiled softly and started to make my way back to my room,only to have John call after me " Hey Sam, it's good to have you back" he added sincerely, with one of his warmest smiles.

My smile grew as I nodded at him before replying back, "It's good to be back, John."

He smiled as a response and then closed his door leaving me alone in the hallway, it's always how I seemed to end up… alone.

Normal life returned to Baker street as John and Sherlock went on solving case to case, never forgetting about Moriarty but never mentioning him at least not around me. John knew the subject of my employer wasn't a good one to have after everything that bastard had put me through. A week or two had gone by before I noticed I had no contact with Jim and he hadn't made any with me. I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or bad thing that he hadn't contact me so close to the fall and then, the morning came. The morning with the London Tower and it was like any other morning, a fake dead body hanging up in the kitchen. John sat in his chair reading the newspaper as I was sitting at the desk sipping my tea knowing what the morning soon held. Sherlock was playing around with his microscope in the kitchen, a place I didn't dare on going knowing there was probably some body part in there.

Sherlock's phone buzzed once and nobody did anything about it,then the second time it went off John stood up and picked it up. I watched his expression as it dropped, and he walked over to Sherlock with haste before whispering.

"John what is it?" I questioned standing up knowing the real truth behind it.

John glanced at Sherlock who was rushing into his bedroom to change, before answering me,

"Sam, Moriarty is back."

I frowned and sat back down acting as it I was trying to panic which inside I slightly was, he was back and now I had to face him.

"Where is he?" I inquired looking at John, as he set down Sherlock's phone heading toward the hallway upstairs.

"The Tower of London" John responded heading up the stairs in a haste.

I frowned and pulled my phone out of my pocket looking down at the message that light up the screen.

'Time to play, dear. XXX JM'

We arrived at the Tower just as Jim was being ushered into the police car, and the grin he held was terrifying. He smirked at Sherlock as he got out and flashed his eyes at me as I followed after John.

John looked at Jim and tried not to grin, "So glad that they caught that bastard."

I nodded as Sherlock was ushered into the tower by Lestrade,I went to follow when my phone rang. I glanced at Jim in the police car which was now driving away, if it wasnt him and the id didnt say Tony...so who was it.