"you had better be telling me the truth, or I will skinnn you."
Setting in motion one plan to end Holmes. He outlived his usefulness as a distraction. He was the great arch-nemesis, the one Moriarty could play with and feel like he had a worthy enemy, but then he brought that ordinary little puppet along. Oh yes... little family for Sherlock. Little loverboy, pet, whatever. The governmental brother – too lazy, too duty-bound with all the red tape. The pocket DI, dull and unimaginative. A string-puller, only. The surrogate 'mum' back at the flat. Sad little attempt at normalcy, and very, exceedingly dull.
He wasn't like Jim after all. Jim didn't need people, he used people. Like that mousey little pathologist, what's-her-name.
Then, he got the call. This could be a much more exciting way to end him, and it would take his brother and half the intelligence force at MI6 along with him.
It was settled. They weren't going anywhere. If she failed him, he'd gather up all three of them and torture them together. Could be a fun way to pass a fortnight, any road.
He signaled his snipers along, and swung the doorway to the outside wide. The sunlight was blistering. He slid up his aviator sunglasses – the really dark 70s style ones – and settled them just so on the bridge of his nose.
Yes, he was a consummate shit-disturber.
He clicked on his songlist.
"Motherfucker, are you listening to me?"
Oh, perfect.
A/N: Inspired by (and last quote from) "MF" by AWOLNATION. Leading quote from "A Scandal in Belgravia", BBC Sherlock Series 2 episode 1.