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AN: ITS HAPPENIIIIIIIIING SHERLOCK SEASON FOUR YAAAS! I cried when I watched the teaser, not even joking. My family thinks I'm strange now for crying for a TV show.

I was watching Sherlock with my family and started crying when Sherlock fell, even though I already had seen that episode, like Sherlock has controlled my brain and now I'm obsessed with something I didn't want to watch to begin with! Lawd help me.

Oh and Happy Reading!
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Watson POV-

Sherlock didn't wake up for hours. I had been waiting doing random things around the house. There wasn't much. At all. I cleaned the part of the house I could touch, but that was very small part since Sherlock has piles of everything everywhere.

I lazily walked to the window. I sighed, not taking a seat.

"I wonder what's keeping Sherlock asleep so long?" Mrs. Hudson asked from the kitchen, making the usual coffee.

"He did look pretty tired yesterday." I nodded, looking out the one of the two windows. "And soaked." I added.

"Why on earth would he be wet?" Mrs. Hudson brought out my coffee, the other mug sitting by the stove. I took hold of the handle.

"That's what I was wondering." I mumbled, taking a slow sip of the hotter-than-expected coffee my face contorting as I did so.

"Well, John, you should do something besides wait for him to wake up. Even though we all have questions." She went back to kitchen.

"Yes, but what all is there to do?" I asked. Mrs. Hudson shook her head and sighed.

"I don't know, John! Something."  She continued to make breakfast for us.

I sighed in boredom and defeat, and walked over towards the laptop. If anything I could check my blog. When I flipped open the laptop, it already flickered to life.

Sherlock must have forgotten to turn it off when I had yelled at him for stalking that innocent girl.

We checked, she's not a criminal, good, now we needed to move on. If Moriarty got in jail, we could contact his family. I'm sure she's family.

Totally 100% sure...ish.

I typed in the password, and the search browser screen came up with Facebook. We don't do Facebook...but that Greta girl did. Darn you, Sherlock! He sneaked his research!  Right under my nose!

I was about to click out of it, in frustration, when something caught my eye and quickened my heart beat. I gasped out loud.

"Oh, God."

Mrs. Hudson was in the kitchen still but rushed over when she heard me.

"What is it, John?" She wiped her hands on a cloth.

Realizing she wouldn't be as shocked as I would, I told her it was nothing.

"It doesn't seem like nothing?" she crossed her arms.

"Oh, it just surprised me, these two." I said, indicating the marriage proposal picture. Sherlock must have seen it, but I was still confused. This entire story is just confusing, going two places in the same direction, but two immensely different locations.

"Bad surprised, or good surprised." She tilted her head. "You aren't making any sense, John Watson!" She scolded me.

"Just come look at the picture, then you'll leave me alone?"

"I'll try." She teased.  She peered over to the laptop. "Aw! That's so cute and creative! I wish my husband did that for me! He wouldn't even take a single picture with anyone on our own wedding. That man never liked photos. He was a firm believer in living in the moment-"

"Mrs. Hudson, could we just..."

"Oh..." she trailed, like she knew all the answers. "Is he an ex?" She pointed to Moriarty. My eyes widened in horror of the audacity Mrs. Hudson had to even suggest such a thing as that.

"God no! Mrs. Hudson, how many times do I have to tell you, I'm not- ah!" I wiped my face in embarrassment. 

"I know, I know, I'm just teasing." She playfully slapped my shoulder. I rolled my eyes. "May I see more pictures? I'm old, and I know love when I see it. People nowadays are getting in relationships that aren't full of real love. Hate to see this couple end up like that, they're so cute together!"

"It's disturbing."

"Cute!" She corrected, pointing a finger at me. Where am I even going with this anymore?

I sighed in defeat.

"Here, you check it out." I said getting up from the computer. Mrs. Hudson sat down on the chair, looking at the cover photo. I looked out the window, sipping more of the coffee, my mind racing one million miles a second.

She sighed.

How could Moriarty maintain a relationship long enough to propose? I knew the love had to be one-sided on the poor girl's side. Moriarty wasn't capable of loving someone. But he proposed.

So Moriarty wants to marry this girl. And she said yes. To marrying him. Moriarty.

Does she even know who he is?

It didn't make sense.

"Look at this picture. Doesn't it just-"

"Yes I know, so sad." I faked sympathy, slightly relieved that Mrs. Hudson.

"-warm your heart?" She ended. I raised an eyebrow. Her cover photo was a picture of the two, professionally done, sitting on a bench. He was gazing over at her, while she was in mid-sentence tucking a loose strand of hair from her ponytail behind her ear, her eyes closed.

"What I miss?" Sherlock walked out from his room, finally awake.

"Nothing." I said, crossing my arms. "Where were you yesterday?" I demanded. Mrs. Hudson nudged me in the arm.

"He just woke up, dear! Leave him alone." She defended him.

"Thank you , Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock said, in an annoyed-tone, seemingly the only emotion he ever showed.

"Could you at least answer the question?" I asked him again.

"Out." He said simply, walking over to the computer, reaching over Mrs. Hudson to exit out of the browser. "It's probably a good idea we don't investigate anything else."

"So out means you come home at what...eleven? At night? Drenched with water?" Interrogating Sherlock wasn't part of my plan but I was frustrated at the fact he would waltz away without any sign of where he was or what he was doing. "And what do you mean it's a good idea not to 'investigate anything else'? Yesterday you fought to continue!" I yelled at him. I got no response.

"Mrs. Hudson, I think it best if I talk to John privately." He said without emotion. She nodded her head and rushed downstairs. I waited for Sherlock to say something but he didn't. For a while, he was just staring into space. (which he hates)

"Okay, she's gone. Spill." I ordered. He snapped out of his trance, jumping.

"Oh! Alright." He sighed. "Short story short, the night before yesterday, I went to go research more on Greta Levine, and found out she is Moriarty's fiancee." He paused, like he was waiting for me to react.

"Yes, and?" I crossed my arms again. He looked at me funny, like he didn't expect me to know.

"Well, that night I was taken by Moriarty to have a nice little chat and...swim." Sherlock explained, sarcastically, but his face fell.

"I lost the game, John. The girl has no idea who James Moriarty really is, and for the first time in a long time, I don't know what to do." He sat down on his chair, but his tired head in his hands.

"So, this girl has no idea who Moriarty really is?" I repeated for clarification. He slowly nodded his head in his hands. "Sherlock, we have to tell her!" I exclaimed. "If she marries him, she could might as well get in as much trouble as he will. If he gets caught for anything, Greta Levine will be brought into the mess because she's 'Mrs. Moriarty'." I made grand hand movements.

"Okay. I get it." He got up from his seat. "But if we do this, we have to go in person. We can't do it over the phone or email, Moriarty could easily see what we're up to and either kill us, or kill the entire world." He said, dramatically.

"Alright. We'll just buy two plane tickets to America, easy." I rolled my eyes.

"Well of course, that part is easy, but we have to get past Moriarty. He most likely will follow us to her, or even get there before we do. So we have to approach with caution."

"Okay." I agreed, nodding my head.

Sherlock looked at me, surprised I did so quickly. "Okay, I see where you're going with this."

He raised an eyebrow.

"You do?" He cleared his throat, "I mean of course you do, I have a brilliant plan! Flawless! Not a flaw in sight- mind- brain...did I mention it was brilliant?" He shook his head and looked around the room awkwardly.

"You don't have a plan do you?" I gave him a look and he smirked.

"No, John, not in the slightest. I guess we'll have to wing it!"

"No!" I pointed a finger. "We need a plan, I don't-I don't do wing it, Sherlock."

"Of course we don't. Plans are for the weak." He wave his hand, dismissing my opinion.

I rolled my eyes. "When do you plan we leave for America then, Mr. Intellect?"

He smirked at me.

"I was thinking...today."

I scoffed in shock, my mouth agape.

"Today? You expect us to pack up everything we need and travel to America, all in less then twenty-four hours?"

"Am I not supposed to?" His eyes wandered.

"You are going to get us in trouble, Sherlock. Massive trouble." I pointed a finger at him accusingly. He raised an eyebrow.

"And you don't enjoy getting in 'massive trouble'?"

"Well I never said that."

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AN: Welp. I have to admit, I got extremely frustrated at this chapter. I was so confused as to what was going on in my head, that when it came down on type, it was a mess! Hopefully this is way better!

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