Sherlock was working diligently away in the lab. His mind working in 221 different directions, add this chemical to this blood sample, beat this corpse with his riding crop 10 more times. So much work to do in so little time. When his phone blipped it made him jump off his chair. He was so deep in his mind he had forgotten he was suppose to come home for dinner with the boys. He assumed in was John scolding him for being late.
The message wasn't from John.
Pizza and Ice Cream for dinner, highly unhealthy for a growing boy! Tsk Tsk Sherlock. –JM
Sherlock's heart all but stopped. Jim Moriaty ….
His phone blipped again with a picture through the window showing John and Hamish sitting at the couch eating ice cream and waiting for the pizza to arrive.
Don't do it, Jim. –SH
Or what love?-JM
Sherlock was dialing John's number when the next text popped up.
Come on Sherlock, play the game. Johnny boy and the Brat will pay big time if you don't.-JM
He let out a shaky breath. Jim had never made a threat towards Hamish. For some dumb reason Sherlock had never connected Hamish to that part of his life. John yes. Hamish…no.
Good boy-JM
What do you want?- SH
I'm bored….figure it out for yourself love. JM