A/N: A world, where Jim won in S2 and Sherlock is his "employee". The action is taking place between S2 and S3. A companion fic to "One Day at the exile" and "Returning".

"Goodness, it's snowing again." Sherlock complained.

"So what? Were you a good girl and brought me coffee?" Moriarty said not taking his eyes from his laptop.

"Here." Holmes put a cup on Jim's desk. "I admit that our current apartment is more than comfortable, but we will not stay indoors all day, will we?" when the criminal consultant didn't reply, Sherlock continued. "Snow means that everyone will stay at home. Less movement, less action, less anything interesting."

"That's why, we have something called Internet." he presented the machine's screen as to a small child. "You can connect with everyone everywhere without going out from our luxurious hotel."

"We are in Vienna. In the capitol of..."

"I am hungry!" Jim stood up suddenly. "I have ordered dinner an hour ago. The bill, which they are making me pay is not worth it. Who I have to kill to... at last. Go and prepare the table."

"I hope that it will be a burglar."

"They do not knock."