Epilogue

15-4-2010

Emmaline was quickly growing tired of the dull hospital party. In part, it was to celebrate the funding that had just been given them by a mysterious third party, going only by the name of M. It was also to celebrate Emmaline's recent hire into the staff as a therapist, having recently graduated with her doctorate in psychology. She was pleased that Bethlem had seen fit to hire her in immediately, judging only her previous work and capability.

Quietly, she said her goodbyes to the nursing staff and doctors before putting her coat on over the black lace dress she wore. A quiet night at home curled up with a book would have to do for tonight; she doubted Sherlock would be coming to visit, and all of her friends were most likely asleep. The ones that were not at the party at least.

It was not a long drive back to her flat from work, and it was a peaceful one. Emma walked the four flights of stairs up to her flat, and was wary when she noticed the door slightly ajar.

Carefully, she put her bag down in the hall, and took her heels off, before stepping into her flat. There was no one that she could see, but there were two envelopes placed very neatly on her coffee table. The first, was addressed to her; she picked it up and carefully opened it, reading the typed note inside.

My dear Emmaline,

It is pointless trying to hide any more

I know who you are and who you are connected to

I hope that you enjoy the present I left for the three of you.

Emma shoved the note into her coat pocket, knowing immediately that someone was in danger and that she needed to show it to Sherlock. The second, she picked up and opened to read it as well.

I can't wait for you to come out and play Emmaline. I have so been looking forward to you joining my little game.

Love and Kisses,

James Moriarty

Emma dropped the second note back on her table, not paying it any attention. It was directed towards her, and was not nearly as important as the first. Someone's life was in danger. She picked up the phone and dialed Lestrade.

"Greg, it's me. Have there been any crime scenes lately? Murders, near where Sherlock and I live?"

Greg sighed. "Matter of fact I'm looking at one right now."

Emma groaned. "I'm sorry. I think it's our fault."

"What do you mean?" He asked, detective mode fully activated by her words.

"Tell me where you are, and I'll meet you there."

He told her the address, and she rushed into the hall, grabbing her heels and bag on the way.

"And Emma, Sherlock and John are on their way here. I just phoned him."

Emma smiled her excitement palpable. "Well it seems like I finally get to meet the infamous John Watson." She replied, rushing down the stairs and to her car.

Nothing would feel like this, the thrill of a case, the blood pumping through her veins. She understood why her husband loved her so much.

"You'll like him Em. He is not the handful you'd think he'd be, hanging out with Sherlock. Easygoing, but stoic." He described. "And he is a few years older than Sherlock."

"Well he was a soldier; and he is my husband's friend. He'd have to be."

"I'll see you here; I'll make sure my men know to let you up. Don't let Donovan or Anderson give you any shit."

Emma smiled. "I won't, I promise. I'll see you all soon."

"And be careful!" He warned before she hung up, putting her keys in the ignition.

Emmaline put her foot on the gas, wondering who would get there first: the wife, or the husband, the note from the mysterious Moriarty already forgotten.

A/N: Alright guys, it's done! I am finished with this book, and now it's just all about editing the first two until all the plot holes are ironed out. Make sure you're following the next book, The Final Game, so I can update you when each book is edited! Thanks for reading, and please review!