AN: So, guess who just randomly entered this into the Watty's. Yup. Me. Why? Cause SCREW LOGIC that's why.

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*Song of the Chapter: Casual Affair- Panic! At The Disco (again, has nothing to do with chapter, just sets mood)

Sherlock POV

My attention span went everywhere that evening. The first time I couldn't understand what was happening in my mind palace.

All I knew was that when Moriarty had talked to me, my mind literally crumbled.

As I sat in my room, packing to leave for America that evening, I tried to enter in, once again but all I received was a headache.

I growled in frustration, and slammed my suitcase shut, zipping the bag closed furiously.

Watson stood at the doorway. "Oof! What's got your knickers in a twist?" I looked over at him and huffed, swinging the suitcase over the edge of the bed.

"Nothing." I said sharply and glared at him. Nothing except I can't get in my mind palace which, if in fact, we run into Moriarty, I will need.

John gave me a look.

"Okay. Well, I looked online. If we are going today, then we'd have to leave for the airport around three o clock in order to get there on time which is in-"

"Four hours." I interrupted, in an annoyed-tone.

John's expression never changed.

"Alright then. We should actually leave earlier than three just to get there earlier. They've been having trouble with all the people traveling so waiting times are longer than normal. Maybe, in three hours?"

"That's fine."

"Alright." He eyed me suspiciously and cautiously walked away.

When he was sure to be gone, I grumbled and stomped over to the coffee brewer in the kitchen, taking a mug and pouring coffee, sugar and milk in the cup.

I sipped it carefully, and glared at absolutely nothing.

Watson caught eye contact with me from the living room, and raised an eyebrow.

"Sherlock...?" He trailed. "Is everything alright?" His eyes shifted.

"No." I snapped, into the mug.

"Would you care to elaborate your problem?" He simply asked, eyebrow still raised.

"No."

"Okay then-"

"Fine, if you insist." I rolled my eyes, sighing. "My mind palace crumbled. I can't get in for some reason."

"And that's a problem, why?" He sassed.

"If we get in trouble, I won't be able to help." I said slowly. Watson continued to give me a look. "I'm relying on you, Watson. If Moriarty catches us, I'm fully relying on you."

I got no response from Watson for a while. It was an awkward silence that echoed throughout the room.

"Well it took ya long enough to trust me but seriously, okay, Sherlock, you really need to quit being so dramatic." He rolled his eyes. "Just because you can't get in you mind palace doesn't mean we actually need it."

"Well, of course we need it." I argued, pouting at the fact he would say something as...absurd as such.

"You haven't lost your intellectual knowledge, have you?"

"Well...no...I haven't." I scratched the back of my neck.

"Just because this time you're not absolutely, positively  smarter than us normal people, doesn't mean you get to throw a fit and not work at all." He pointed an accusing finger at me.

He had a point. Even though I didn't want to admit it.

"I'm not throwing a fit." I sipped my coffee again.

"Whatever." John dismissed with a wave of his hand, walking away.

"Where are you going?" I asked, following him.

"I've got more stuff to pack. How long are you expecting us to stay in America? I don't know about you, but I don't think Greta Levine will be too happy at anyone once we tell her that her husband-to-be is a mastermind criminal with millions of dollars on his head." He metaphorically pointed out.

He was right again.

This is not a feeling I want to get used to.

"Well, maybe a matter of a couple of days. We can't stay to long. Greta Levine will most likely contact Moriarty about the matter."

"To end things with him?" John guessed. "I mean, I have to believe that the relationship they have is one-sided! It is James Moriarty."

The look on my face must have answered his question.

"No." He shook his head.

"You should have seen the way he talked about her." I tilted my head to the side, a mix of apologetic and frustration crossed on my face.

"Well it's impossible!" He argued, pointing his finger at me again. "It's a trick! He's luring you to think he really loves her so you leave them alone and then he can do something horrible to the girl!"

"We'll get more answers when we talk to Greta Levine. And I never said I was going to leave him alone on the matter. In fact, he only made it worse when he spoke to me a couple days ago. Now I'm only more interested." I smirked. A small low voice, almost completely inaudible, spoke.

"You just can't be okay with not knowing..."

I snapped my head to John.

"Did you say something?" I asked him, suspiciously. He raised an eyebrow again.

"No, what did you hear-?" He started to say but the door slammed shut, making the both of us jump. It was loud and rough.

"He was here. Moriarty! He heard everything! God!" I ruffled my hands in my hair, my eyes squeezing shut in anger.

"Oh my God." Watson whispered. "Sherlock, we're not safe anymore!" He shouted at me.

"I know! I realize that, God, now what?" I rubbed my face.

"Sherlock, we can't go anymore. He's going be there! At the airport!"

"We can still go, we have more than one airport in London."

"I'm sure he knows and I'm sure he's stationed his men in every airport in the area. We're talking London City, Heathrow, Gatwick, Standsted, all of those!"

"I guess we'll just have to hope Moriarty himself isn't in the same airport we are going to. Did you order the tickets yet for London City Airport?"

"No, we still have about six hours until the plane for America." He said, checking his watch.

"Perfect! Then I'll try the Heathrow Airport, you get the rest of your packing done in the next fifteen minutes, I don't know when their plane takes off."

Watson nodded his head, and rushed to his room. I made my way to the laptop and as quickly as I could, type in the Heathrow Airport and check their prices and times. Moriarty will try something for us here.

Knowing how 'creative' he can be, I can only assume he'd blow up the flat again.

I mentally rolled my eyes at the thought, and scrolled through the flights, clicking on my desired flight.

Once that was done, I trailed over to the kitchen and grabbed scissors. For fun.

John came down with his suitcase dragging along side him, handing me his credit card. (I'm almost completely sure the United Kingdom has those, but the website I searched up was very vague)

"Here. Use this."

I nodded my head and entered all the information it asked for.

"Alright if we're going to leave, we need to leave now. The plane takes off in two hours and we're exactly thirty-two minutes from Heathrow airport." (I searched this one up too!)

Watson sighed and looked at his watch. "Okay. Let's try and catch a cab."  He shook himself of those uneasy feelings I know we both inhabited.

"Wait a minute, I gotta do something. Wait for me outside...just in case."

"Just in case what?" He snapped.

"Did I say 'just in case'? I meant to say 'I need my suitcase.'" I smirked.

Watson raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. Whatever. Don't tell me anything that's going on." He said sarcastically, walking out of the living room.

I heard the door close, and got to work. Happy with my achievements, I smiled.

Watson came in when I was finished.

"You ready, Sherlock? That took a little more time than expected for getting your suitcase."

"Yeah, right behind you." I nodded my head, and grabbed the handle of my case. John turned his back, slowly walking down the stairs.

"Hey!" I called after him. He turned around to face me. "Don't worry, John." I smirked. "I already disassembled the bomb in the computer, we're fine."

His face turns pale.

"How did-how-what?"

"Well it was simple, all I had to do was cut the red wire!"

"No, how did Moriarty get a bomb in your laptop without anyone noticing?"

"He's a master in shifting perspective, he must have done something to make our attentions shift..."

"Then why isn't the computer all ripped up?"

"Is it?" I asked, forgetting about my thought and turning the laptop around to expose the completely detached back. "A small thing thing, it was." I held it up and inspected the bomb that was placed.

I shook my head, the thought I was on returning. My face felt hot and sick. I mouthed 'Get Out' to Watson.

"Alright well, we better head out." I said. John nodded his head vigorously.

"Yes well, we should." He said awkwardly shifting the rest of the way outside and slowly closed the door. I stayed in the same place I was, taking a pause.

The door slamming was only something to distract our attention and perspective. Moriarty never left.

He was always here.

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