Sherlock did not want John Watson anywhere near Jim Moriarty. He could still recall the sight of him with semtex strapped to his chest, a certainty that he was going to die. Perhaps that had been the moment that made his realise that he truly did have a friend, not just an assistant who also happened to live with him. Not because they had been through something so dangerous together, but because he had realised that he was afraid of John dying.

He chose to eat the rest of the biscuit before replying, licking the chocolate off his fingers from where the heat of his skin had allowed it to melt slightly against him.

"What would be the point? If you wanted him here, you would have waited until we were together and taken us both." It irritated him that he had barely been aware of John's absence, but it turned out to be a blessing in the end. "You're attempting to frighten me by using base emotional manipulation, don't you think we're beyond that?"

Moriarty obviously wanted him for something, Sherlock just had to wait until the pieces revealed themselves to find out what.