Laying face down on an old, lumpy mattress Bill Wiggins had absolute no clue where he was, he closed his eyes allowing himself to fall back into darkness and comfort as he realised that he didn't actually give a toss. The room was warm and he could hear the muffled sounds of low, tired chatter around him. As the scent of marijuana filled his lungs, he remembered where he was. He smiled weakly inhaling the fumes, calming his body once more, he felt himself being pulled back down into nothingness, where nobody bothered you.

"Oi Wiggy" Came a voice from behind him. Bill's eyes flicked open, but the rest of his body wasn't as responsive. With some effort he managed to sit up, surveying the room for the source of the voice. Suddenly, a small jack russel ran across the room towards Bill. Bill watched it tiredly as it jumped over a few sleeping junkies. The dog then stopped in front of him with it's small tail wagging to and fro.

"I don't have food if that's what you want" Bill mumbled. The dog began to lick his bare feet.

"Got a message, from Holmes" The voice from the door said. Bill looked up as he stroked the dogs fur. The man walked in, he was wearing old scrappy clothes and had a head full of dreadlocks. He walked across the room and handed Bill a small sheet.

Eyes & Ears

Jim Moriarty back from the dead?

"That's not possible" Bill said, attempting to stand up but failing miserably, falling back on the mattress. The dog barked at him happily.

"Apparently so" The man responded. "He was all over the TV, didn't you see it?"The man said.

"TV? No..do you think I own a TV?" Bill said, finally managing to stand up. His stomach was making back flips.

"Newspapers then? He's everywhere man" The man said, losing patience.

"Right...right..well I've been very busy" Bill said as the man looked at him accusingly. "Oh and you're clean are ya?" The man shrugged in response. Bill clumsily manoeuvred around the twenty or so sleeping junkies to get the door. Suddenly his ten year old nokia mobile chirped in his pocket. He pulled it out clumsily, almost dropping the old thing on the dirty wooden floor. He looked at it, his eyes struggling to focus.

Need to talk - SH

"Right" He said to himself as he looked down at the jack russel, who had followed him across the room and was now looking up at him with big brown eyes. "I'd better get back to work" He mumbled, petting the small dog. He then turned to the man, who watched him with a blank expression.

"Haven't seen you around before" Bill said, looking at him quizzingly.

"Well I've been here, you just haven't seen me" The man responded.

"Well aren't you very mysterious" Bill responded sarcastically as he walked out the door, almost tripping over the threshold.

It took Bill a good hour to walk to Baker St, it was another freezing early January day and he could feel it's chill through his tattered coat. He would have taken a taxi but he had spent all his money the night before on weed and beer. He knew he reeked of it, but he couldn't care less. As he approached 221b, Bill attempted to tidy himself up, smoothing his coat down and neatening his hair, but he knew he still looked a mess. He knocked the knocker a few times and stood back, rubbing his hands together for warmth. A few minutes later, the door opened. Bill was surprised when the young woman from the morgue answered the door, Molly, he remembered her name was.

"Uh, Hello" She said, looking him up and down, trying to sound polite.

"Hi..Sherlock's expecting me..I'm Bill Wiggins.." He began

"I remember you" She said, smiling sweetly. "Come on in Bill"

"Thanks" He said as he entered, Molly could smell the beer off him and the weed too, but she didn't judge. Bill stood in the landing for a moment, rejoicing in the warmth, before following Molly upstairs.

Bill couldn't help but giggle at the sight that beheld him as he reached the living room. Sherlock was lying on the couch, his eyes closed and his hands in the usual prayer like stance, but there was a large, fat ginger cat fast asleep on his chest. Molly smiled at Sherlock before turning to Bill. "Tea?" She asked, but realising Bill's amused expression, she added "Sherlock wasn't very fond of him at first, but I think he's beginning to get used to him." She laughed. "They make quite a pair"

"Molly" Sherlock grunted from the couch, she was embarrassing him.

"Sorry Sherlock" She giggled.

"I'd love some tea" Bill said, amused by there little domestic arrangement. She went to the kitchen. "You texted, Sherlock"

Sherlock jumped up from the couch, Toby jumped off him in shock, hissing. "Yes, coffee for me Molly" He called, she made a sarcastic 'as if' noise from the kitchen. He smiled to himself. "I did text you Bill, you've probably heard about our situation" Sherlock said, more seriously.

"I actually hadn't heard, when did she move in?" Bill asked.

"No, what? Not about Molly. About Moriarty, he's back Bill." Sherlock said impatiently.

"Yeah, I heard" Bill muttered earnestly.

"As the leader of my homeless network, I have a few things I need you to do for me" Sherlock said, Bill nodded in response. "It's quite possible that Moriarty is hiding in the shadows, I need you to get some people stationed all around the city, as surveillance, on old buildings, disused factories... anywhere he could be hiding"

Molly re-entered with a cup of tea for Bill and a mug of coffee for Sherlock, before sitting down on John's old armchair sipping her own tea.

"Alright" Bill replied after thanking Molly for the tea. "Alright I'll get right on it Shezza" He gulped down his scalding tea, hurting his throat, before turned towards the door. Sherlock cringed as he remembered his nickname, Molly giggled silently to herself.

"Oh and Bill" Sherlock said, Bill turned around. "Be careful, all of you. He is different than before, less..predictable"

Bill nodded, Molly noticed a hint of fear in his eye. She looked at Sherlock and then to Bill "Keep us posted" She said smiling at Bill. He nodded in response before descending down the stairs of 221b and back out into the cold January air.