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Author's Note: Sorry about the wait, I've been sick recently. And sorry it's so short... It was the only place I could break it up.
Within minutes of solving the first case Sherlock was on the second. This time there were seven lives on the line, the six children and a man whose kidnapping was the case. It wasn't that hard a case, Sherlock was able to deduce a dozen places the man could seconds after seeing the case.
The problem was they only had half an hour to search all twelve sites and no where near enough manpower to do it. So they were quickly debating which site to concentrate on and were about to chose. The. Wrong. One.
John's mind whirled, trying to figure out how to change Sherlock's mind. It dawned on him that he couldn't, that his only option lay in going off alone.
Well, Sherlock does it all the time. Why shouldn't I be able to do it? John thought.
Finding the location didn't take long. It actually took longer to get through the many traps Moriarty had set for Sherlock. For the first time, John's 'gift' acted to save his own life, giving millisecond warnings of coming traps.
Even with that, he only just managed to find the man before the time was up.
John grabbed his mobile, which he been ignoring while he searched. Ignoring the 27 texts and 3 missed calls, he called Sherlock.
'Sherlock, call Moriarty. Tell him you found him at the third location.' John hung up before Sherlock had the chance to reply and then dialled for an ambulance.
He also ignored the nagging feeling that this was going to be hard to explain.
Sherlock was sitting in his chair when John returned to 221B Baker St. All the lights were off and Sherlock wasn't doing anything but staring at the wall. Well acquainted with the kind of mood his flatmate seemed to be in, John moved into the kitchen to make.
'Why?' John was startled by Sherlock speaking suddenly.
'Sorry, what?'
'Why did you agree to work with Moriarty. Because you owed him, because Harry owes him? Or because you…wanted to? I've figured it all out, but I can't figure this out.'
'What are you on about?' John asked returning to the living room.
Sherlock stood up. 'Why are you working for Moriarty? And what are his plans? I fail to understand how help'
'Sherlock, I'm not working for Moriarty.' John cut in.
'Lying.'
'What?'
'You're lying. There is only one possible way for you to know exactly how to solve the case. That is, that you knew in advance where to look.'
'And that instantly means I must be working for Moriarty.'
'No… it's the most likely option.'
'Well, you're wrong.'
'I'm never wrong.'
'Yes you are.'
'If I am, then how did you know?'
And John hesitated, unsure of how to answer. Sherlock took his silence as an answer and stormed out of the flat.
Helplessly, John watched him go.