John ran up to the door at Mycroft's door and ran in. "SHERLOCK!" He yelled.

"Yelling won't help. He is most likely unconscious and therefore will be unable to hear you." A voice said from behind him. John turned around. In the doorway stood James Moriarty.

"What do you want?" John growled he pulled out a gun and pointed it at the criminal.

"A little protective are we? How adorable. Anyway. I am here to help you."

"Why would you want to help me? How do I know you aren't into something more?"

"So many questions. If you don't believe me-"

"I don't."

"Look at Sherlock. He was the one who asked me for help and he would have found out who the murderer was without me."

"Wait, what?"

"Ahhh a little confused now. I told Sherlock that he would find Kate's murderer at the crime scene."

"But why?"

"Hmmm let's see here because Sherlocked asked me for help!"

"Oh"

"Oh indeed. Now let's stop fighting and go find Sherly." He walked off to the right casually. John stared at him and then put his gun away. He looked up the grand stairs before him and went up. After about an hour of wandering the many hallways of Mycroft's house John noticed something. There was a crease in the wall. He followed the crease and realized it outlined a door. The he noticed a small hole, just big enough for a key. "Sherlock!" He heard a small moan from inside. "Moriarty! I need your help!" He kicked at the door but it did budge. Damn it.

"Yes?" John jumped. He hadn't heard Moriarty approach.

"I need to get this door open. Can you pick a lock?"

"Yes, but I won't."

"Why!"

"Because I have the keys." He held up a ring of keys.

"Of course you do." John took the keys out of Moriarty's hand and starting trying them. After he tried 3 of the keys he finally got the right one. The door swung open easily and inside was an unconscious Sherlock Holmes.

"Oh God! Sherlock!" The doctor ran over to him checked his pulse. He was alive, at that moment John received a call from Lestrade saying that they had caught Mycroft at Parliament. He went without a fight and when they questioned him that he had told them everything. Which Lestrade thought was odd. Lestrade asked if he had found Sherlock and he said yes. John said that he had found him at Mycroft's house and that he needed medical attention.

"I'll be right over." Lestrade said.

"Thank you." John hung up.

"How adorable." Moriarty said. John had almost forgotten he was there.

"I don't know why I am telling you this but you better scram if you don't want the police to catch you."

"Indeed. Goodbye Johnny boy." He walked off.

A week after Mycroft had been caught, put on trial, and sent to jail, Sherlock was up. He had been getting some headaches lately and John had made him stay in bed for the majority of the time. When he finally felt better enough he told John that he was going out, and that he had some unfinished business.

"Are you sure?" John asked. He had remembered when he had brought Sherlock back to the flat. He had been tired and barely moved except to send an occasional text.

"Yes. Of course I'm sure." Sherlock said curtly. Then his expression softened. "I know I have been acting odd lately, but I am better now." He patted John's shoulder as he walked by and out the door. John watched him from out the window, he sighed. There he goes. Up and running again... he thought.

Sherlock was waiting on of roof of St. Bart's. He was looking out into the distance deep in thought. The detective was thinking about all that had happened in the past week. His brother had betrayed the British government, he had caught him, his brother captured him, Mycroft got captured and went to jail.

"How could my brother do this?" He whispered aloud.

"Power. He wanted to prove that he could do anything since he is 'the British government'"

"Glad you could come. I have the payment."

"There is no need for it. Mycroft is in jail and out of my way. I believe that is payment enough. So keep your money." Moriarty said it like he was proud.

"Thank you for your help."

"Well, I couldn't resist now could I?"

"I guess not."

"Hmm this certainly had been fun I'm sorry that it has to end, but then again the fun will never end. I will always create new crimes for you and watch you dance. Ciao." The criminal mastermind walked away leaving the detective alone on the rooftop.

"Catch you later." He said to himself. He gazed out into the distance, then turned and walked away.