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I smiled to myself remembering the last 8 weeks spent with him. I remember him telling me about my sister's disappearance, and coming up with the plan to tell the doctor. Now here I sat watching the sunset over the horizon while listening to his light snores. I rose to my feet and looked around the somewhat cleaned room, something new for the great detective, and found the small violin sitting on the couch. I picked it up and slowly ran my fingers over the strings smiling lightly as I did. He mumbled something quietly and I smiled wider. I set the violin down and looked around. I pushed the curtain back away from one room and found a spider web connected to different papers. I followed the web to the center and found myself staring at the man who started this search to begin with.
"Professor James Moriarty." I said quietly before reading some of the articles on the wall. I heard a noise in the other room yet kept reading. I walked to the other wall mumbling to myself.
"Interesting isn't it?" I heard him ask. I turned to look at him with a small smile. "How every single article in this room point to one man." I nod my heard and look to the picture once more.
"What makes it better is he had someone plant everything while he stayed away like a coward." I stated. I stood next to me looking at the articles.
"He had others plant the bombs so he would not be found." He said. I nodded once and looked to the articles while he picked up his violin. He played softly while I continued to look around. I picked up some small pieces of paper and read quietly.
"Of all the cases you could take, why his?" I asked. He sighed lightly yet never stopped playing.
"He threatened to start a world war." He said. I nodded and sat down in a nearby seat.
"And my sister worked for him?" I asked. He nodded. "That's what doesn't make sense." I said.
"How so?" He asked. I sighed and leaned back in my seat.
"What had her working for him. What did he give her?" I asked.
"She was afraid to leave, knowing, he would kill her the moment she left the country." He said. "She had no choice but to work for him." I sighed again and looked to the ceiling.
"Where could she have gone now?" I asked. He shrugged and continued to pick at his violin. I laughed a little and let my eyes close. "I forgot that's why I'm here." He laughed a little making a smile rise to my lips. We both heard footsteps walking up the stairs making us both turn to the door. He lifted the chair and pointed it to the window and slouched down into the chair as not to be seen. I smiled and looked to the door just in time to see an old face open it. "Hello Doctor." I said. He looked to me before looking around the room. "Looking for something?" I asked. He nodded once and looked to me.
"He's here isn't he?" He asked. I looked to him confused and smiled slightly.
"Whom ever are you talking about?" I asked. He sighed and looked around the room.
"You know who I'm talking about Ms. Adler." He said.
"I'm afraid I don't doctor Watson." I said. He sighed again and looked to the chair Sherlock sat in moments before. He walked to the chair and turned it to find it empty. He looked to me and I simply shrugged. He sat down in the seat and looked to the ground. "Is everything alright doctor?" I asked. He shook his head and looked up to me.
"He was here. Wasn't he?" He said. I nodded once and looked to the study. He followed my gaze to the closed door and rose to his feet. I could feel the anger rushing off of him and decided it was best to not say a word as he walked to the door. He knocked on the door once and opened the door. I rose to my feet and walked after him and stood in the doorway as he made his way to the desk. He crossed his arms as I walked to the desk and sat upon its surface. "Holmes." He said. The chair turned around as the two faced each other for the first time in a 2 months. Watson sighed heavily and looked to Holmes as if he was going to murder him. I didn't smile or make a sound as I watched to see what was going to happen.
"Always nice to see you Watson." Holmes said. I sighed a little and looked down waiting for Watson's fury.
"Oh lord, I have a bad feeling about this..." Was the only thought to go through my mind.