Staring down at the phone in his hand Sherlock Holmes realized he was in trouble. This time Jim Moriarty was prepared to eliminate the few people Sherlock cared about to get to him. For the first time, the detective was scared for himself, Mrs Hudson, Molly and maybe even Mycroft. "Sherlock…" Lestrade trailed off, looking awkward. Sherlock could see his eyes glancing down at John who lay on the ground. He mumbled something about checking on Mrs Hudson (who had gone home) and left in a daze.

The flat at 221B Baker Street was quiet. Everything that had belonged to his best friend was still there, sat waiting for him. He wouldn't be using them again. Then he noticed his John's laptop lying on the couch.

It hadn't been there before.

Pulling up the screen, Sherlock found an open document. It seemed to be a letter of some sort, though it was only two lines long. As he read it his blood ran cold.

Sherlock,

Don't forget I'm out to get you. If I could kill your little PET so easily, it can't be hard to find you. Just because you're the clever detective, without emotion doesn't mean I can't hurt you.

Signed,

Guess.

It wasn't fear that the detective felt next. Rather, acknowledgement. Moriarty was ready to play.

The game was afoot.

Thanks for reading! I know my chapters are short, but I'll update quickly. Thanks to some lovely reviews, I will continue First Step Forward as soon as I decide on a good theory to use for Sherlock's survival… Anyway, please review, and constructive criticism is appreciated!