Relaxed I wake up. I didn't have a nightmare, but only a John next to me. Now I'm awake, he isn't next to me anymore.

"John?" I call. I hear feetsteps in the hallway. I sit upright.

"Good morning." A voice says. I'm startled, because it's pretty familiar to me.

"Hey, Moriarty."

"Please, call me Jim." He just remains staying in the doorway, but because of the bright light behind him, I can't see him clearly. I don't need to see him by the way. Even without seeing him wholly, he shines something hostility. He doesn't have to put effort into that. I'm wondering how he came in. I want to know if John's safe. And Rosie.

"Come in." I invite him. He knows I'd rather have not, but he does accept.

"I don't think you've kept your promises. John comes really close into your personal space. Closer than Molly."

"We're good friends. Like we can be." I heave a say of frustration. In my house I am not even safe anymore.

"Please, but don't you think it's got time to move with Molly? Let John leave and let Molly come in." He commands.

"We both must be ready." I stand up and open the door. Further I beckon he's allowed to leave. Besides of obeing me, he takes a seat on my bed. I sigh and he laughs devilishly. "If you stay, then..."

"What?"

"This relationship doesn't need to remain being a puzzle. Just tell me what is your intention." I approach him extremely close. This is an awkward situation. Like I"m about to kiss him straight away. 

"A puzzle isn't a puzzle anymore if I tell you." When he speaks he doesn't look at me. He tries to be tough, but it's annoying me. Obviously he's annoying me, nothing here is any of his business.

"I don't like puzzles. Please, tell me. At least say what you want to reach in the future." I laugh by myself. He doesn't have a future at all. "Your future son-in-law can know, right?"

"If Molly has a good future, I'm satisfied."

"Do I fullfill the future to her according to you?"

"Yes." He responds laconically.

Okay, nice to know.

"What are you searching for here? Your dignity? Because I've got a pile.

"I wanted to see your appartement." He looks around calmly, as it's Buckingham Palace.

"Who did you even let in? Where's John?" Suddenly I panic, but I make sure he doesn't notice. I keep calm and breathe calmly. 

"You're very worried 'bout John."

"He's my colleague, I have to."

Of course, you idiot. He's the best boyfriend you can wish yourself. I've promised to look after him eternally.

"So? Where is he?" I ask straight away. On Moriarty's face there appears a little but a devilish smile.

"Everywhere and anywhere." I nod calmly, but in my head I'm boiling. John teached me to keep calm in circumstances. "How's it going with the injuries on your chest?" He comes closer and unzips my sweater. I jump up immediately and show my back to him.

"Please, manners. I don't want to cheat on Molly." I look outside and in the distance I hear the roaring sound of a police car. From the kitchen there's some noise from the utensils. 

"Aren't you doing already? You sleep with John in one bed." He says knowingly.

"Obviously. The other room has plenty of fungus."

"There's a sofa."

"And a way to go outside." I furiously open the door and I point at the hallway. He stands up slowly and finally he follows me. I walk into the kitchen and I see John is there. "John?" I ask.

"Hey, swee-" He drops his words when he notices Moriarty. "I let Jim in." He says as a robot. "Nice to meet him again?" I nod my head stupidly. John lets him in? And he isn't in danger?

"Uh, yeah, sure." I glance at him.

"I have to go." Moriarty says. Wow, for the first time in my life he gets the message. His voice suddenly sounds polite.

"I'll let you out." I follow him to the front door and as a - true - gentleman I open it.

"Nice to see you again, old school mate." He winks at me and he still doesn't have the intention to go.

"John knows as good as I that I've never had a friend. Impossible that he believes you." I react skittishly.

"People aren't who you think they are. Look at me. I can be polite." He turns around and he strolls trough the street. When I slam the door, I heave a sigh of frustration.

Moriarty isn't the person who I think he is. He's up to something. And for that he needs acquaintances. He wants to know about anyone to ridicule me. Or something. I don't get the whole thing.

"So you let him come in?" John does the dishes and looks at the wall. I put my arms around his waist and softly kiss his neck. He raises his head to give me acces to his neck to enjoy.

"Yep." He turns around and embraces me. "I didn't know you've had friends." He laughs. I nod.

"Me neither." I take some water in my hand and throw it over his hair. The warm water drains under his shirt. He yells.

"Why did you do that?" He shouts laughing. He grasps his sponge and throws it to my face.

"That hurt."

"So?" He responds acrimoniously. I grasp the kitchen rag and rubs over his shirt. He looks fascinated as his wet shirt. I do oddly. It's water from the washing-up bowl. Ew.

"Dish water." I say laconically. I pull a disgusted face.

"In this way it can't dry." He takes it off and I help him with pleasure. I think he owns it to me. He already has seen me in bare chest, now it's his turn. I throw his shirt behind me. Practically this is a strange situation, but he doesn't seem to have a problem with it. I don't remain staring at him, but avert my eyes to the ground. The floor is quite wet. With my feet I stamp in the water. Besides I just now notice I still wear my pajama. He notices I've noticed and laughs then. I hit him with the kitchen rag. 

"You did know?" He laugs louder.

"Naturally. But your face." He points at me.

"Hey, that's what I always say."

"But it's finally a situation when I can use it." I shrug my shoulders. It was just Moriarty. Just Moriarty.

I sigh. In the meantime he puts the rag aside, so he's assured to not get attacked by me. He puts in on the counter.

"I go... I go change." I walk out of the kitchen and change my clothes as fast as possible. It doesn't seem a good idea to put on a costume suit, because he will throw water over me again. 

He likes to tease me.

Voici, here's a new part... Finally ;)