M'kay I know. You all want to get your rocks out and throw them at me. I know. Admittedly, these past months have been an utter NUTHOUSE! I DID get into my university though UBC! UBC! Then was my grad dinner dance, that was okay I guess. Then was exams, which were terrible as you would expect, then was ACTUAL graduation, which was nice, I got a couple of awards. Then I WAS DONE HIGHSCHOOL FOREVER AAHAHAHAHAH! FREEDOM! Then I had to register for my courses at UBC, which are incredibly interesting. Feel free to ask. But yeah, I've been incredibly busy and I am SUPER sorry for not getting this up sooner.

You guys know I love you right? B/c I do.

I own nothing but Moira and that's about it.

Begin!

"Stop fussing, man. Go, go away."

My hands slapped at John's as I sat on the side of the hospital bed. It had been a month since I had been admitted to this God forsaken place, and I was itching to leave. John on the other hand was less enthusiastic about my discharge.

"Maybe you should stay another week," he had said, "I don't think those doctors did enough tests."

"John," I started firmly, "I am leaving this damn hospital, and nothing short of the apocalypse could stop me."

He huffed at that and left me alone in the room, grumbling to himself before shutting the door behind him. With a sigh, I fell back on the bed, staring up at the stark white ceiling, my mind wandering to a more disappointing topic.

One month in hospital meant one month since Jim had expressed his interest in me. And since then, I haven't seen hide nor hair of the asshole, neither Sebastian for that matter. I felt like tearing my hair out! Why did men have to be so infuriating!?

"Uggghh!" I groaned and half rolled half flopped onto the floor, pushing myself up towards my clothes. I had to get out of this sickly hospital gown.

After changing into the…questionable clothes Sherlock had brought me, (I mean does the guy know how I dress? Not in a pantsuit, I can tell you that,) I left my room and did not look back. Waiting for me in the hallway stood John and the aforementioned Sherlock, discussing something which was probably murder.

Well guess what folks; I've had enough of murder for a while! I should have known that that was what my life would turn into, ever since that fateful day in the café when I became the stand-in Watson.

I should have run then, ladies and gentlemen, I should have run fast and far because since then, my life has become a mess. With a heavy, depressive sigh, I hobbled past the two boys and down the hall, leaving them to watch, perplexed behind me. I just wanted to leave.

"Oi, Moira wait up!" my brother's voice rang out behind me. "You okay?"

He caught up and threw an arm over my shoulder, looking at me with that worried older brother face he makes. I shrugged lightly, because in actuality, no I wasn't okay. I had just witnessed the murder of a man, a terrible, horrible, wretched man, but a man all the same.

And then an equally terrible, horrible, and wretched man had told me he loved me, and I had said it back to him. My mind was going a thousand miles per hour. What was I thinking!? What if it all happened all over again? I had already been abused at the hands of one man and he had called it love, I was never going to let that happen again.

And neither, I think, would John.

"Eh, hospital blues I guess."

"Well I'm sure being back in your own apartment will cure you of that." John stated, confident in his diagnosis.

"Or it could send her into spiralling depression." came the robotic voice of Sherlock on my other side.

"Mmm, I concur, I'm afraid you'll have to put me down for intense therapy, that or put me in the nuthouse."

"Don't tempt me." John chuckled, but I could tell he was seriously thinking about therapy for me, and I can't say I disagree. I have a lot of issues.

"You always did, Moe."

I pursed my lips and jabbed him in the ribs, causing him to emit a loud shrill shriek. Sherlock hopped back, surprise and confusion written on his face and John's eyes snapped back to me, a vicious grin on his face.

"You're going to pay for that one."

Now it was my turn to shriek as I took off down the halls, my hobbit like older brother racing after me. Nurses looked on, unperturbed by our howls down the corridor, and Sherlock simply looked disgusted by our antics. Maybe John was right, maybe all I needed was to be home.

"Ah home sweet home."

It felt strange saying that, what with all the time I had previously spent with Moriarty in the mansion. To tell the truth, that felt more like home than here, but as long as John was watching, I would put on a happy face and at least pretend to be excited about being back.

I followed John up the stairs and it hit me how reminiscent this was of my first day, except with less luggage, and more homicidal psychopaths….and less pissy Sherlock.

"I am NOT pissy!" the cry went up behind me and I only rolled my eyes. At least one thing hadn't changed which was my inability to keep my mouth shut. Speaking of things that hadn't changed, the flat looked exactly the same as it had before, barely anything moved or changed at all. I blame Hudders. Speaking of,

"Moira dear," the landlady came rushing out into the hall, enveloping me in a large hug. I smiled and hugged her back gently; glad to see the warm-hearted concierges. Finally she released me and fixed me with a serious look.

"Now I told them not to go in, but they seemed rather forceful."

I looked at her, confused.

"What?"

"Into your apartment, a group of men went in a couple weeks back. They told me no one was allowed in until you were back. I haven't gone in since."

I glanced back at John and Sherlock, fear etched into my face and worry on John's. I brushed past Mrs. Hudson with the boy's right on my heels. Practically throwing myself down the stairs, I reached for the knob.

"It's locked and I don't have my-"

A small key hit me squarely in the head and I shot a glare at Sherlock who looked away innocently. Asshole; I'd get him back. But now was not the time. I put the key in the lock and slowly opened the door, careful in case the door was rigged to blow up which, knowing my luck, would probably happen.

But what I found on the other side was not a bomb at all, and it left me stunned. I stepped inside and looked around, taking in my newly refurbished apartment. It was all done, all the work that had to be done, the painting, the furniture, the damp, and it looked as if it was all taken care of.

"Wow," came the intelligent voice of my brother, "some admirer you've got, sis."

I grunted, wanting to change the subject, "It was probably all sent from friends back home."

"Oh yeah, only problem with that is you don't have any friends back home."

"Oh shut up!" I shot back and he put his hands up in surrender.

"John, we've got a murder." Sherlock reminded him, and I silently thanked the curly haired beanpole for his timing.

John looked unsure, his eyes flickering between me and the apartment. It looked to me like he didn't want to leave me so soon but I was determined to A.) have some alone time NOT in a hospital bed and B.) PRIVATELY get to the bottom of what had happened to my apartment.

"Go, go." I shooed them towards the door, "Solve your murder, catch the killer, and tell Greg I say hi."

"Greg-?"

"Are you sure Moira," John interrupted Sherlock's confusion, "I mean you just got out of hospital and this apartment-"

"I'll be fine, after the hospital I need to sleep in a bed that doesn't smell like disinfectant. And as for the apartment, I'm sure it's all fine. Don't worry about me."

He smiled that youthful old man smile of his and wrapped me in a hug. I smiled and reciprocated, burying my face into his jumper. My eyes shut and I clung to my brother as if he were my lifeline, which in all actuality, he was.

"I always worry about you."

"I know."

And so, with one last smile and a respectful nod in Sherlock's direction, I shooed them out the door, shutting it behind them. Once I heard the last of their footsteps leave the hall outside my flat, I let out a long, low scream, sinking to the floor and covering my face, utterly exhausted. They had even carpeted and vacuumed the floor!

My eyes suddenly fell on the new side table in the front of the room. What looked like a card was propped against a vase of flowers. Pushing myself off the ground, I hobbled over to the table and took the card in my hands. With my mouth shut tight in an irritated line, I read and reread the letter, growing more and more miffed as I read.

My dearest Moira,

As I am writing this, I have just left the hospital after visiting you. No need to worry about the home improvement, darling. I called in a favor and had your apartment completely redone. You're welcome. Now, I am afraid I won't be able to see you much, as I have previous engagements. But do not fret, dear one, it won't take me long and I will be back in your arms in a week's time at most. I can't bear to be away from you more than that. Now, enjoy your beautiful new flat and have dinner ready for when I return.

All my love, xoxo

~Jim

Crumpling the letter up in my hand, I growled low, chucking it across the room where it gently patted against the wall and fell to the ground. What a load of shit! If he thinks he can butter me up with a new apartment and some pretty words, he was dead wrong.

I grimaced, my legs beginning to ache; I guess they weren't back 100% yet. I turned around and headed straight to the bedroom, my breath taken away once again by the effort put in. A sigh escaped my lips and I shut my eyes, rubbing them tiredly.

It wasn't that I was ungrateful, I loved it. I mean it was a completely redone apartment! And I didn't have to pay for it, how great is that! But I would have traded it all to be with him right now. That's all I wanted, to know that he was okay.

"I guess he does have a pretty important job." I reasoned to myself. "He's probably held up somewhere fantastic like Hong Kong or Venice."

I smiled at the thought, hoping one day that he would take me somewhere romantic. A grin worked its way up my face and I allowed my mind to become overwhelmed with thoughts of him again. I supposed I would give him the benefit of the doubt.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. If they had redone the apartment, then did that mean-? I raced into the kitchen and whipped open the new refrigerator and lo and behold, it was stalked beautifully.

"Aha," I grinned, "he knows me too well."

The Next Day

"Uh Moira, what have you got there?"

"It's an egg." I snickered as I walked out of John's kitchen and into the sitting room.

"And why have you got an egg?" my brother pried, watching from over my shoulders and slowly following me.

"Because revenge is sweet, brother mine."

Cackling evilly, I marched into the sitting room and my eyes fell on the motionless Sherlock, sitting in his chair, eyes staring into the distance. He was in his Mind Palace, as John calls it. I call it being a nutter. But it didn't matter; this was my hour of triumph.

I crept up to the detective and slowly, carefully inched his hand open. He didn't even blink; he must really be in there deep. Ever so carefully, I placed the egg in his hand, making sure he firmly grasped it, but not too tight. Then, with a grin, I skipped back and stood behind John, watching.

"What're you, uh, planning here, Moira?"

I cackled, "When he snaps out of it, he'll break the egg and it'll go all over his shirt and he'll have no idea where it came from!"

John smiled at me over his shoulder, "Nice plan there sis, but be prepared to wait a bit, he tends to spend hours in there."

My shoulders slumped and my grin turned into a frown. Waiting took the fun out of everything. Just as I was contemplating the worthwhileness of the entire venture, the door to 221 B swung open, startling all three of us.

It looked as though I wouldn't have to wait after all. Sherlock was now sitting up; his eyes transfixed on his hand, clenched into a fist as yoke oozed down his arm and covered his hand. Standing in the doorway, looking entirely too amused was the other Holmes, Microsoft if I remember correctly.

"Mycroft, Ms. Watson. And might I say it is nice to have you out of hospital."

"Well, Mr. Holmes." I replied in my poshest voice, "It is incredibly agreeable to have been released back into the wild."

"Egg." Came Sherlock's mumbled contribution to the conversation.

"Why yes dear brother, it is an egg. Very good." Mycroft said, grinning smugly in the doorway.

Sherlock's eyes shot up and locked onto mine.

"You."

"Oohoo, gotta run."

I ran around John and towards the door, hearing Sherlock's heavy steps at my heels. My head suddenly snapped back as a hand grabbed onto my hair, pulling it backwards. I fell back on my ass with Sherlock attempting to strangle me. I cackled manically, it was all totally worth it.

"Sherlock." A booming voice caught our attention and we both paused, looking up into the suddenly unamused face of Mycroft Holmes.

"As amusing as this all is, you have an appearance to make at the Bedford Museum. As a patron, I do hope you will do nothing to embarrass me as you usually do."

"I will attempt to keep your reputation…unscathed, brother dear."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing Sherlock's B.S, but with a resigned sigh, turned on his heel and headed towards the door.

"And for God's sake, comb your hair, you look an absolute fright."

As the door slammed shut, I looked up at Sherlock and him at me. I swear we shared a soul searching moment where we found ourselves, like a trip to Tibet or something spiritual like that. And then,

"Ehhehehe, you look a fright."

"Alright Moira Watson, out of the apartment." Suddenly on my feet, I found myself being forcibly pushed towards the door. "Murder's to solve, functions to attend, hair to comb."

"I'll come down tonight, Moira. See how you're doing." John shouted from behind Sherlock.

"I'll be fine, just like I am now. You worry too much."

And then the door slammed shut behind me. I scowled slightly, but remembering the look on Sherlock's face when he broke the egg made it all entirely worth it.

"Hm. I should come by for visit's more often."

As it turned out, it was laundry day. I know, not as exciting as eggs with Sherlock, but it was something that needed to be done. And anyway, John and the aforementioned sociopath were off being appreciated by the English public. Not that Sherlock was having a very good time, at least from what I had seen on the television.

I hummed gently to myself as I folded the clothes on my bed, the hamper lying beside me. It seemed that I was alone at the moment, Mrs. Hudson having gone out to fetch more baking supplies. I could smell it from here, apple pie I would think.

That was when I heard the creaking of the floorboards above me. I froze, John and Sherlock wouldn't be back for another hour at least and as far as I knew, Mycroft didn't have a key. I would have heard Mrs. Hudson come back inside. So who was in their apartment?

With a determined look, I went into the kitchen, grabbing a stainless steel knife from the drawer and holding it tightly. I was NOT ready for more homicidal maniacs in this flat. Cringing against the creaking of the door, I tiptoed out into the hallway and up the stairs, readying my crazy ninja moves incase something went horribly wrong.

"And when did you acquire these skills, dear?"

I knew that arrogant, self-assured, smug Irish drawl anywhere. My eyes snapped up and met a pair of dark brown ones, complete with the grinning face of James Moriarty leaning on the rail above me. In his hand he held a camcorder.

"Jim." I blinked, surprised to see him actually.

"Oh don't sound so disappointed, Moira." He skipped down the steps and swung around the railing, facing me with a grin on his face.

"W-what were you doing in 221B?" honestly I was taken aback, why wouldn't he have come down to me, first at least.

"Looking for Sherlock actually." He looked incredibly disinterested with the entire situation.

"Sh-sherlock? Why?"

"Because we're about to start a game. A very dangerous game, Moira dear, I'm afraid I'll have to bench you for this one."

"Bench me?" I growled, "Now you hold on one second James Moriarty. You do NOT get to come into this apartment after a month and start bossing me around! Where have you even been!?"

My voice had gone from upset to desperate. I didn't want to fight, but do you know how difficult it is to be in a questionable relationship with a psychopath!? Jim looked confused for a moment, of course he didn't understand why I was upset.

"B-but your flat, didn't you like it?" I sighed; it was like working with a child.

"This isn't about the flat Jim. This is about you and me. Do you know how hard it is to finally be in love with someone and then have them disappear, and you're left wondering if their love meant anything at all!"

Jim looked down at his shoes for a moment, then back up at me, his face deadpan. He took a couple of steps until he was right in front of me then took my face in his hands. His eyes bore into mine and my breath caught in my throat.

"I do love you Moira; I meant every word of what I said. But I've put into motion a game which cannot be stopped; I've worked too long for this. I can't have you getting in the way."

"Well surprise, surprise Mr. Moriarty," I glared up at him, pushing him away as he remained emotionless, "getting in the way is what I do best, so you better start fixing your game to involve me. I've been through too damn much to let it all go because you told me to."

Jim scowled at me, his brown eyes twinkling with his hidden insanity. Taking another large step forward, he straightened his back, attempting to intimidate me into submission. Well guess what!? There can only be one alpha!

"Listen to me Moira-"

"No, you listen," I interrupted him, closing the distance between us and standing on the tips of my toes. "You are going to go into that apartment, which you made up so nicely, you are going to go into the bedroom-"

His face lit up for a second.

"-and help me finish folding those clothes because it's laundry day."

The scowl was back.

"And then I am going to attempt to cook dinner because dammit, you said to have it ready when you got there. Do I make myself clear?"

There was silence in the hall, I mean you could cut that tension with a knife, but I wasn't about to back down, not when I was so close. I loved this freak of nature and by God I was NOT about to let him go.

"I am not a freak of nature!"

"You are if I say you are." I straightened myself, trying to look impressive, "Now, shall we?"

Jim sighed, but I could tell by the tiniest smiles on his face that he was happy, "Yes dear."

"HAHA WHIPPED!" an enthusiastic shout came from the top of the stairs and we both looked up.

Sebastian stood, practically falling over the railing watching us with a wild grin on his face. I turned and looked at Jim, my face unimpressed. He looked anywhere but at me.

"You brought Seb along?"

"Who wouldn't want me along!?" the marksman shouted, coming down the stairs, "So how about that dinner?"

"Go home Seb."

"You got it boss." Before leaving he waltzed over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, "lovely to see you Moira. And by the by, I told him to come sooner."

I laughed as the door slammed shut behind him, turning back to look at Jim.

"After you." I waved to the door, following him into the flat and shutting the door softly behind us both.

This was an incredibly terrible idea. I was currently sitting on my sofa, trying to ignore the mating calls Jim was making in his attempt to seduce me. I should never have let him near the laundry; I had forgotten my underwear was in there.

Boy had he gone wild with that. I just hoped I had gotten it all out of his pockets. John had come by, which made me shove Jim into the bedroom, and now he wouldn't come out.

"Moira darling," he beckoned, "don't make me come out there and get you. I thought we were past all this."

"YOU might be but I'm not." I felt the blush rise to my cheeks. All of a sudden a yawn escaped my lips.

I checked my watch. 1:00 am! How had that even happened!?

"Oh you know what they say," came the unwanted sultry reply, "time flies when you're having fun!"

"You're an idiot." I grunted, but I could see no other option. I had to go job hunting the next day and I could NOT sleep on a couch with that hanging over my head. I needed a good night's sleep.

Getting up from the couch, I stretched and yawned again, looking toward the bedroom. I just had to keep my cool that was all. Be the confident woman I was earlier.

"Oh sweetheart, my shirt's off!"

"Oh my God." I muttered to myself, standing by the doorway. His shirt was most definitely off, and he lay on the bed like he was expecting to be painted like one of those French girls.

"Alright leprechaun, I am coming into my bed, and since you refuse to leave, you can stay. But you keep your hands to yourself."

"Oooh," he moaned, "but we're in love."

"You've got to work your way up the ladder, Jim. Right now, you are at tier 1."

He sulked for a moment, until I came back in my pajamas.

"You look adorable, Moira. You're jim-jams have dinosaurs on them!"

"Who says jim-jams?" I asked myself as I crawled into the bed, my senses heightened in case of stray hands.

As I lay in the bed, my mind wandered to what Jim had said before. What kind of game was that dangerous and how was Sherlock involved? Where had Jim been for the past month? All these questions filled my head until I turned around to face the man.

"Hey Jim-?"

My words were met with a quiet snore. The nut was already asleep, for all his attempted seduction, he couldn't even keep his eyes open. A soft smile touched my lips as I looked down at the crazed man. Maybe everything would turn out alright. For everyone.

Oh how wrong I was.

So here we begin the descent into the Reichenach Fall aahahahHAHAHAH! *ahem* sorry. Also that egg thing was not my idea, I credit Thexth on tumblr. I'm sure you've all seen that post. Anywho I tried to make this one longer for you guys since you had to wait so long.

I will TRY to have the next one up sooner. It's the summer so I don't see why I couldn't. Then again, writers block, school planning, general laziness. eheheh.

All my love to you guys, you make me keep going on!

Remember to review and junk! I love new ideas and knowing what you think about it all!

~U-Hinged