Mycroft was sat behind his desk hands clasped together resting on the desk in front of him.
"He never came to the car sir"
"You've said that three times now Anthea. I don't appreciate repetition. I've seen the CCTV he got in the car with some stranger. I need to know who those people are and why my brother deemed it necessary to go with them. Now"
Mycroft could appear quite threatening when he wanted to. Anthea left the room, leaving Mycroft with a bunch of CCTV printouts showing his brother. The car the younger Holmes brother had climbed into disappeared completely within five minutes of the event. Mycroft leaned back in his chair. Most of the stress in his life was caused by his troublesome little brother.

Sherlock's ice blue eyes were fixed on Lestrade. Moriarty had obviously kidnapped Lestrade and John but Sherlock hadn't realised that he'd place them in the Arena with him.
Lestrade's mouth opened and shut again, his brain failing to provide him with the right words. Sherlock pushed himself off the floor, getting to his feet simultaneously grabbing his bow.
Lestrade's eyes never left him.
"You look like you've seen a ghost" Sherlock remarked drily. Lestrade still didn't say anything. Evidently an attempt at humour was not a good idea.
"You can lower you gun now John" Sherlock said moving his gaze to his ex-flatmate. In response John span around, obviously recognising Sherlock's voice, he didn't lower the weapon though, he just pointed it at Sherlock
"Really John?" Sherlock took a step towards him
"You're dead"
"As was Moriarty but after this it's fairly obvious that he's alive"
"You can't be you."
"Who am I then?"
"Baskerville! You could be a clone or…"
"A clone?" Sherlock scoffed
"You died Sherlock!" John managed to say the name without choking on it
"I faked my death"
"We went to your funeral. I visited your grave. I went back to my bloody therapist"
"I'm sorry"
"What?"
"You heard me" Sherlock plucked an arrow from the ground beside him, trying to maintain an air of disinterest
"Why?" Lestrade found his voice
"Why what?" Sherlock frowned at him
"Why let us think you're dead?"
"I'm sure Moriarty told you" Sherlock said his tone told them he had no more to say on the subject.
John walked over to him, he'd pocketed the gun now. Sherlock tensed slightly expecting a punch at the least. John reached out placing his hand on Sherlock's shoulder, checking if the man was real and not a figment of his imagination. Then he wrapped his arms around the lanky detective hugging him tightly.
"You bloody idiot"
Sherlock looked over to Lestrade for help, who just shrugged.
"If you ever try anything like that again I'll kill you myself"
"I'll try to remember that"
John let him go
"I hate you" his voice betrayed him though "We need to keep going."
"Indeed." Sherlock nodded.
"Onwards." Lestrade still had a small smile on his lips, he was obviously pleased the Sherlock and John had sort of made up, he was fairly sure John would have a proper go at Sherlock once they'd exited the Arena but until then they should be ok…ish.
John took a step in the way he and Lestrade had earlier been running.
"I've been that way" Sherlock told them turning and starting to walk in the opposite direction "Nothing interesting, just a fake abandoned city"
"And that's not interesting?"
Sherlock just rolled his eyes and walked through the trees. John and Lestrade exchanged glances before following Sherlock.
"Typical" Lestrade muttered to John "He's back for two minutes and we're already chasing after him."

Sherlock tended to remain at least ten metres in front of Lestrade and John at all times. John assumed this was to avoid conversation. Ten metres wasn't enough to stop John from noticing how awful Sherlock looked. He'd lost weight without having John around to force him to eat and the same could probably be said about sleeping as Sherlock skin was a bit paler and there were faint grey shadows beneath his ice blue eyes. John also decided Sherlock's hair suited him better longer, he decided against voicing these comments for now, Sherlock didn't appear to be in a listening mood anyway.
"Sherlock" Lestrade voice broke John's train of thought "I know you're above us mortals but we could do with a ten minute break."
Sherlock nodded before walking another five metres and perching on a rock.
John went to join Sherlock choosing to settle on a half rotten piece of tree trunk, Lestrade sat beside him.
"Aren't you even going to have something to drink?" John asked Sherlock.
"I drank earlier, I'm fine"
John raised an eyebrow "If you say so" He noticed Sherlock smirk slightly.
"Why's Moriarty doing all this then?" Lestrade asked
"I've given it a lot of thought" Sherlock admitted, he shifted on his rock to face John and Lestrade more "Originally it was boredom, the pool and bombs that was him being bored, but recently I was speaking to someone and they mentioned legacy"
"Legacy?" Lestrade raised an eyebrow
"Yes legacy. What you leave behind when you're gone, what you're remembered for. When you apply that idea to what Moriarty's done it makes sense"
"Making you a fraud" John said slowly "Destroying your legacy?"
"Giving me a bad legacy, unless I can prove he was real I will always be remembered as a fruad. I worked out Moriarty was still alive because of this, he died as Richard Brook, his legacy was being a children's TV presenter. He wouldn't want to die with people thinking that. He would want to be remembered as a consulting criminal, he'd want to be remembered for something big."
"Which is this" John summarised
"No"
"No?"
"This isn't big, three people dying isn't big. That wouldn't be big enough. He just wants us out of the picture. There aren't many people who know about Moriarty who want to stop him, even fewer that understand him, me being able understand him is a threat to him, I have the ability to work out what he's planning to some extent, I have the ability to prevent his big finale. Also, you two might be able to offer people valuable information to bring him down, so again he needs you two out of the way and I'm fairly sure when we're gone he'll go after Mycroft"
"And you got all this out of a conversation with a stranger about legacy?" John asked giving a small laugh
"And the fact that we're all trapped in a Hunger Games re-enactment" Sherlock added "It's fairly late, here seems like a suitable place for you two to get some sleep."
"You're not going to sleep?" Lestrade raised an eyebrow at him
"I need to think of a way out of here"
"Can you do that?"
Sherlock looked up from his hands "I've got to"

A/N: So...the reunion...what did you all think? I have three different versions but i liked this one the most (I think) but i really don't know whether's it's any good ...