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[ Thank you Dave, Sherlock has just recently come from a Mexican Standoff with James Moriarty. There were bombs and snipers. He also partly thinks you know; this ship could have been a clever moriarty ploy. he's also extremely on edge. The initials make his blood run like ice he's temporarily frozen in place; he goes as far as dropping the comms' device. He takes a moment to pick it up again. Thinking over the text patterns and rereading everything all over. He thinks of theimprobable one, a regular commentator on John's blog. the lack of capitals worry him if not for a moment. But that couldn't be the case could it? ]

If this is something you think is funny. I will end you.

SH

[BOOM welcome to professor dave striders school of gettin schooled son

even if it wasnt completely intentional]

Excuse me, but who are you really?

[ This message is from the same source, clearly, but it no longer has the "SH" tacked to the end. ]

How do you know Sherlock Holmes?

[whatever wishbone is awesome ironic or not]

This is very serious. My friend thinks you are a mass murderer who has nearly killed us.
I don't think so. Please help me help you.

[a long pause]

Edited 2011-12-10 07:13 (UTC)

[ John seriously could not read this in Moriarty's voice, especially the 'dude' bit. The second text confirms this - he believes it. ]

You don't know the half of it. 

Sorry for the misunderstanding. We are all shaken up from the transfer.
Do you come with a name too?

You're too young for me.
Might be able to set you up with Sherlock. Occasionally he acts 12.

He's usually not homicidal. JM is a special exception, for both of us.

I hope you're being facetious.

It's not exactly uncommon to find Sherlock tapping away at his phone, but John has to notice that he's really going at it. The other man dropping the comm is the last straw.

"Sherlock? What's going on?" He inquired, stepping to try to peer down at the device, not quite reading just yet when he asks, "Who is it?"

Luckily, John has yet to remember that he can read public conversations on his commlink.

[ His breathing actually comes out in an uneven wheeze as he stares at Dave's messages for a good few minutes. He grips at John's shoulders so tightly; he almost crushes the other man. ]

John. John. John.

I need you to remember typing patterns from your blogs comments. This is of utmost importance. It would not be against Moriarty to key out the words ASL? Would it?

Grab the Semtex.

The surprise was plain on John's face as he was grabbed, as well as the protest. Ow, Sherlock. But the other's clear distress makes John allow it, brows furrowing with utmost seriousness as the other tells him to think back to the comments on his blog.

Grab the Semtex.

"Sherlock," His hands lifted, carefully wrapping around the younger man's arms just above his elbows. His grip was not crushing, but it was snug, almost reassuring, except for the fact that it was trying to lightly push the other's arms back, get the detective to loosen his hold a bit. "Settle down. Are you certain it's Moriarty? Let me see the text."

He handed John Dave's messages.

"What else could JM stand for? Now, this could either be the most insufferable human being save for myself or utter genius on Moriarty's part. The plan I've so cleverly devised within the span of a few minutes is simple,"

He sits on the bed of their quarters. His legs folded up; determination twinkling in his eye.

"You lend me your gun-,"

"--Absolutely not." John cuts him off. Sherlock is a terrible shot - he doesn't even know how to hold the pistol correctly.

He flickers through the conversation, still wearing the same look of concentration before it slackens some.

"It reads more like a kid to me," He replied, shaking his head. He tapped in a return message, before looking back to Sherlock. "Moriarty never crossed me as crass. Psychopathic and disturbingly obsessed with you, yes, but I can't see him insulting you like this."

His features hardened a little, "And if it is him, and not one of the people reading the blog, then he's got no friends to fall back on here."

Another text came in, and John temporarily turned his attention back to the phone, typing away.

"Definitely not Moriarty. Sherlock, this is a teenager," He sighed, looking over his friend. "I didn't think so at first, but that tank's done a number on your head. Why don't you try sleeping for a bit?"

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