The Third Party hasn't crossed the barrier for some time, and I haven't been able to bring a body back.

[Guess how happy he is about that. Correct answer? Not at all.

He misses access to a morgue. He misses the familiar halls of St Bart's. He misses London.

Sentiment. God, he hates it.]

They know-- John, Lestrade, Donovan. If you run into them. They don't know about your direct assistance, but they know what I did. You can tell them your part, if you want to.

[You don't have to lie for me here.

He knew he'd put her in a bad spot. Signing her name on official documents. Illegal, yes, but Mycroft would protect her from chrrges if it ever came out. Lying on a piece of paper to help him was, as Sherlock saw it, no great hardship. It was telling that lie over and over to Lestrade and Mrs Hudson and John. Especially John.

even he had almost broken a few times and gone up to John while watching him on the street.

And-- here and in London-- only he, Moriarty, and Mycroft knew why.]

It was necessary to tell them.