Sherlock had long ago stopped being a good patient. He had taken to constantly moaning about everything he possibly could, mainly boredom.
"You wouldn't think it was possible to Hijack someone to want to kill you" John muttered "You're such a nice, polite and patient person."
"Shut up."
"If you want me to stop wanting to kill you, being rude isn't going to help. Neither is sulking like a five year old."
"You're in a good mood today." Sherlock commented eyes thinned with suspicion.
"I told you I have phases now. I'm either John who wants to punch you or John who wants to kill you."
"Charming."
John ignored him just turning over the page of his newspaper again. "How are you going to resurrect yourself legally and press wise? You can't just start solving crimes again without telling the world you're alive."
"I need more proof that Moriarty was real before I start going public."
"So you're going to leave again?"
"As Moriarty is in the country I'll stay for now. I need to find him as part of my proof."
"Good. You do know you'll have to go and see Mrs Hudson?"
"If I have the time." Sherlock sniffed thoughtfully.
"I'm going to check on Lestrade."
Sherlock gave a hum of acknowledgement.

"Back so soon?" Lestrade asked at John's entrance.
"It's ridiculous! One second I fine with him, the next I want to kill him or think he's going to kill me"
"Hello to you to" Lestrade sat up more to look at John.
"Do you think it's always going to be like this? I can't live with him if this keeps happening."
"John, you need to give yourself time."
"He bloody died."
Lestrade raised an eyebrow at change in subject. "Yeah. I do remember. When I'm better, now we're not in the middle of some jungle, I'm going to make him explain that fully. I get that he did that to protect us but, why not secretly let us know he was safe."
"Exactly." John mumbled "You're being discharged today by the way."
"Finally" Lestrade grinned "I hate hospitals. When does Sherlock get out?"
"Hopefully soon, otherwise he'll escape through a window or something."
Lestrade laughed. John's phone gave a shrill bleep he glanced down at the screen.

'Sherlock is to be released within the next hour. I trust you are capable of tending his wounds at Baker Street? – MH'
'He'd be better at hospital, he's only had surgery yesterday.'
'If he's not released today he will escape during the late hours of the night, he would likely do some serious damage to his shoulder' – MH
'Fine.'
John shook his head dropping his phone back in pocket.

"Problem?" Lestrade asked
"Mycroft, apparently I have to babysit Sherlock back at Baker Street."
"Good luck." Lestrade's amusement was painted across his features.
"Thanks" John smirked. "I'll see you later."
Lestrade nodded standing up as John left, inspecting his arm and flinching as any movement of it sent a spasm of pain through the whole limb. He glanced at his phone which was sat on his bedside table, Mycroft had bought both his and John's phone here earlier and presumably Sherlock's old iPhone.
Lestrade held his phone in his hand, he hadn't switched it on yet, he didn't want to know what 'sick note' Moriarty had designed for him. He clicked his phone on hoping he wasn't going to get a rush of upset, angry or any other sort of texts.

Sherlock's arm was being held in place by a sling. John and Lestrade were both watching him knowing that he would remove at the first opportunity, after a lot of complaining from Sherlock and phone calls from Mycroft, Sherlock had been released. The grumpy expression hadn't left his face though.
He was dressed in jeans and a black shirt, Mycroft had said until Moriarty was destroyed it wasn't safe for the world to know Sherlock still existed, Sherlock had told him that wearing a different colour shirt wasn't exactly hiding his identity.

"Leave it alone" Lestrade used the same tone he would with a five year old as Sherlock fiddled with his sling.
Sherlock threw him a glare but said nothing. He switched his gaze to look up the road at the oncoming taxis that had been organised by Mycroft; there was one to take Lestrade home and one to take John and Sherlock to Baker Street.
"I'll have to go to Tesco." John said randomly "After a week away I'm sure Mrs Hudson will have cleaned away most of mouldy stuff but we need to eat something."
Sherlock didn't reply he just through John a strange look after the shopping comment.

John had gone to Tesco leaving Sherlock home alone, hopefully being back in the flat for under two hours wouldn't lead to any experiments yet.
John came back into the flat with his arms laden with plastic bags. He couldn't hold in a groan of annoyance when he saw the wall above the sofa was plastered with CCTV printouts, newspaper clippings and other random pieces of paper. Some pieces of string were pinned to the wall and stretched to the other three walls which also held many pieces of paper.
"What the hell is this?"
"Research." Sherlock was lead out on the sofa, his sling nowhere to be seen, and his fingers resting beneath his chin as he gazed up at his work.
"I'm not going to ask." John muttered.
"Good."
"You need to take your medicine otherwise you are going to be in a lot of pain later and that's not something a I want to deal with." John took a step towards the living room.
"Don't touch anything." Sherlock didn't even spare him a glance.
"You've not even been back for twenty four hours and you're dominating the flat."
"Dominating?"
"Controlling, filling, taking up a lot of space with your ego-"
"I know what dominating means John."
"Mrs Hudson will be back soon. Seeing you is going to give her a heart attack she doesn't need this mess as well."
That caught Sherlock's attention "It's not mess it my work, I've been working on this case for over a year. It is vital I have all my resources set out correctly."
"Where did you get all this stuff?"
"My hotel room, some of it's new but most of it I already had."
"You went outside!"
"I was disguised, I wore a hoody and jeans. No one recognised me."
John sighed walking off to the kitchen.
"Cup of tea?" John called
"Coffee." Sherlock replied, a frown crossed his face as his old iPhone grabbed it lazily unlocking the screen to see new text.

'Perfect time for a holiday, don't you think? x'

'I've spent the last year on 'holiday' I'm fine at home thank-you –SH'

'You call that a holiday? You should see Switzerland this time of year. Much more beautiful than London, but less people to play with. You should come meet me. x"

'Why don't you come to Baker Street? John's just making some tea? –SH'

'We've already done that. Boooring! Is that the postman? x'

Sherlock rolled his eyes, an almost silent thud from downstairs told him the post had just arrived. The door creaked open and he could hear Mrs Hudson speaking to the postman before coming upstairs.
"You back then John dear? I've just got your post."
Sherlock got to his feet and headed to the kitchen.
"Thank-you Mrs Hud-"
"I'll take that one." Sherlock snatched a thick holiday brochure from John.
Mrs Hudson stared at him.
"I was about to get to that, he's still alive Mrs Hudson."
"I would've thought that was obvious John." Sherlock said drily. Mrs Hudson wrapped her arms around him hugging him tightly
"You silly silly boy" she scolded "You let us all think you were dead. We had a funeral. John here was visiting your grave at least once a week. Why would you do such a cruel thing?"
"I assure you Mrs Hudson none of it was without good reason, but an explanation will have to wait until I have finished my current case otherwise you will be dead and the explanation would've been a waste of time."

With that Sherlock left the room, he heard Mrs Hudson talking to John but didn't listen he flicked the brochure open, the first picture showed a variety of photos of Italy, some pictures were circled or scribbled out with a thick red marker pen.
'Boring!' was scrawled on practically every page along with other sarcastic comments until Sherlock found Switzerland. All the pictures were scribbled over except one, a photo of water cascading down a waterfall and frothing up at the bottom.
'Rich Brook' was written beside it in the marker pen. Sherlock turned the page to see another shoot of the waterfall and a plane ticket.
Moriarty wanted to be found then, that was good.

Sherlock threw the brochure on the table and took the ticket with him to his bedroom and started packing some stuff.
"What are you doing?"
Sherlock looked up to see John stood in his bedroom doorway holding two mugs, a frown on his face.
"Packing"
"Where are you going?"
"Switzerland."
"Switzerland? Why the hell are you going there?"
"Because I need to."
"Great. Thanks for telling me!"
"You're staying here."
"No Sherlock. I lost you once and had enough trouble blaming myself for your death then. I'm coming."
Sherlock stopped packing and turned to look at John "I already have a ticket and am leaving in five minutes there's no way you'll be ready in time."
"Sherlock" John snapped "You can't do this again."
"Again?"
"Leave."
"You know where I'm going. It will all be fine."
"When I though Mrs Hudson had been shot I thought you'd be fine left alone for half an hour and you ended up dead on the pavement."
"But I wasn't dead."
"I didn't know that then."
"I'll be back soon enough. I'm just chasing a lead."
"Why can't I come then?"
"It'll look suspicious if you suddenly leave and go abroad after you Arena related absence."
"You're just making up excuses."
"Maybe. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm going." Sherlock zipped his hoody up pulling the hood over his face and flinging his bag over his shoulder and walking past John.
"Sherlock please."
Sherlock had never heard John sound so desperate. Sherlock turned and gave him a smile, hopefully John wouldn't realise how fake it was.
"I'll be back soon." He turned back around and walked downstairs and through the front door.
He had a plane to catch.

A/N: Only one chapter left now...