A little short but it'll do. On to the next chapter!

Sherlock took a long, warm shower that morning, he brushed his teeth, he combed his hair. He put on his best suit jacket and pants, over the top of his favourite purple shirt. Sherlock lifted his new Belstaff coat out of it's box and slipped it over his slim frame, finishing the look with the new green striped scarf. The tickets, his iphone and his wallet were all secreted into his pockets. All that was left to do was leave behind a note.

He hoped Mycroft would be forgiving. Should he not succeed. But he was certain that he would. But Mycroft would not be happy even if he did live. The fact that he left under his own nose, to meet Jim, would greatly anger his older sibling. But it had to be done, in the long run, his brother would understand.

Dear Mycroft,

No doubt by now you have realised I am gone. Please do not be angry. Lives were threatened and I made the only logical choice that was open to me. Forgive me, if I do not live. It is up to you if the others need to be informed or not. If I have no choice I will take him down with me. But I am confident I will win this game. I only hold the cards, he is desperate, at the end of his rope, I can use this to my advantage.

Apologise to Molly and Irene as well. I can only imagine their reactions and they are not pleasant.

Thank you for trying to help me and bring me back. Neither of us are good at expressing how we feel, that was simply how we grew up. But know that I am grateful. I always complained about your constant vigilance and spying but I was thankful you cared, even if you find it a disadvantage. Perhaps it is, it is after all the reason I am leaving to fight Moriarty one last time. But perhaps it some ways it is an advantage, it is my incentive to win and beat Moriarty.

Goodbye if I don't make it and See you soon, if I do.

Sherlock Holmes

It wasn't difficult to leave the house without his brother being alerted. Again Jim had chosen a date when he was at work. Sherlock easily left the building via a window and hailed a cab. He curled up in the back seat, his hands in front of his face, waiting, contemplating, worrying.

It stopped outside a small airfield, a little private jet waited on the tarmac. He handed the Stewardess, a short stern woman, his ticket and climbed up the waiting steps into the plane. He was the only one there, the only customer. Good. Privacy was essential. He declined the food, ignored the overly cheerful steward and focussed on the problem at hand. The Final Problem.

He had to win. Failure was no longer an option.

When Mycroft found the letter, furious was an understatement in terms of how he felt. How dare he do this! After everything that had happened, after all he had been through, why would he throw away his safety and his life to chase after a madman? Why hand't he waited? Mycroft deduced that he had no choice, but that did not mean he would face Moriarty alone. Sherlock had written one word in the corner of the letter that told him where he was going.

Mycroft would take the fastest plane available, he would get there before anything bad happened, and if Sherlock managed to get himself hurt, he would kill his brother himself. Stupid idiot. Why did he have to play the hero again?

Mycroft put these thoughts aside and put others into immediate action. Moriarty would rue the day he ever messed with the Holmes Family.

ArmyDoctor has logged on.

ArmyDoctor: Normund? Have you left yet? Probably on the plane. XD I have your number, I'll text you in an hour or so ok? Ok

ArmyDoctor has logged off.

Normund? I'm getting a bit concerned now. I've checked the plane flight plans on their website, you should have arrived twenty minutes ago. Everything ok? -JW

It's been an hour, are you sure you're ok? Where are you? Please don't make me bring Mycroft into this. -JW

Mycroft? A friend of mine was due to visit awhile ago and I haven't heard from him. I'm concerned, which is the only reason I am texting you.. -JW

Oh, great so you're igoring me too. Is this Ignore John Watson Day or something? Did I miss a memo? -JW

This is not funny anymore. -JW

Sod this- JW

Normie can't come out and play right now JM

Who is this? What have you done with Normund? -JW

Oh really dear doctor, you haven't figured out who I am? I thought better of you -JM

Jim...-JW

Give the man a medal! Oh wait, you already have one. Me and Normie are going to have some fun and then I'll return him to you? Alright? And I apologise if he ends up a little...late -JM

You bastard! Leave him alone! He has nothing to do with anything! -JW

Makes it more fun! I'll send you pictures! Kisses! -JM

Normund was in trouble, because of John. It was all his fault and he felt terrible. Because of his connections to Sherlock and Moriarty. Normund was innocent in all of this, if Mycroft didn't reply soon John was at a loss, he was sure Moriarty was not in London or even England. He could only pray that Mycroft replied back soon.

Before it's too late. Forgive me Normund for bringing you into this.

It felt like forever had passed by the time they landed. He ignored the staff and left the plane, surprised to see a cab waiting to take him to the train station. The place he was going was rather isolated, the only way to get there was by train. Sherlock wrapped the coat tightly around him, lifting up his collar and adjusting the scarf. He was pleased that he had dressed for warmth. Because after all, Switzerland could be very cold this time of the year.