Chapter 2
Mycroft stood up but didn't move any further than that. John just stared. He tried to say something but just ended up looking like a goldfish, opening and closing his mouth. Eventually Mycroft managed to ask what John was trying and failing to get out of his mouth.
"Sherlock?"
"No, I'm Jim Moriarty in disguise come to kill you. What do you think?"
"Well you are supposed to be dead!" John managed to splutter.
"That would be so boring though, being dead. I mean, what would I do?"
"Lie in a grave maybe?" Mycroft said while picking up his phone.
"What are you doing? You haven't got a text"
"I am telling Lestrade that you are alive." Mycroft replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Um no. Not yet brother dear." Sherlock snatched the mobile from Mycroft.
"Sherlock! You have to tell people you're alive."
"He still thinks I made up Jim though." Sherlock whined.
"Well, we can go pay him a visit and explain everything then can't we?" Mycroft pushed a protesting Sherlock down the stairs and out the door whilst John followed, who was still amazed that Sherlock was alive.
Lestrade ran his hand through his hair. The newspapers were still pestering him about Sherlock's death and he was fed up. He looked up as his door was thrust open. He started to ask 'What now?' until he saw who it was barging into his office.
"Mycroft? John? ..." Sherlock waited.
"I am here as well you know." Sherlock said to no one in particular just in case he had turned invisible.
"Well you are supposed to be dead."
"What is everyone's obsession with me being dead?"
"You did jump off a building."
"So that means I'm dead does it?"
"Well yes." Anderson and Donovan were walking past Lestrade's office when they saw Sherlock was in there. They pushed their way into the already crowded office.
"I thought you were dead freak." Donovan said bluntly.
"For gods sakes! Can people stop assuming I'm dead just because I jumped off a building!" Donovan raised her eyebrows.
"Just saying..."
"Well don't just say. And next time anyone in this room starts spreading rumours about me, check that your information is correct." Everyone was silent and looked at Sherlock.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"Well if you are actually dead how can we check?" John asked what everyone else was thinking. Sherlock sighed.
"I'm sure you'd all know if I was actually dead. You'll fell it or something weird like that."...
"Hang on Sherlock, shouldn't I be arresting you? You made up Jim Moriarty and all those cases, including the murders." Sherlock looked pointedly at Mycroft.
"I said we shouldn't have come here..."
"Oh shut up Sherlock. Lestrade, I think we should hear Sherlock out for once." Mycroft said.
"BUT HE IS A PSYCOPATH!" Anderson protested. Sherlock walked up to Anderson so their noses were nearly touching before whispering menacingly,
"I'm a highly functioning sociopath Anderson. I've told you before so can you get that fact into your tiny brain cell." Anderson shared a knowing look with Donovan but said no more.
"Come on then Sherlock. Let's hear your little story. Then we'll decide whether you or Moriarty should be in jail."