So in "The Blind Banker," we all know what's happening in the art museum while Sherlock and John are talking to Soo-Lin. What if Moriarty was watching? What would he be thinking? Here is the scene from his point of view. MorMor if you squint.

I'm standing on the museum roof next to Sebastian, watching Sherlock talk to Soo-Lin on his laptop. I feel a sense of pride when she mentions me, indirectly. (And my name is well chosen. Spider.) It's the next step towards drawing him in. First the pills and the cabbie. Now this, the cryptic code. Next, we'll play a game I've made up with a bit of an…explosive ending.

"We have to time this perfectly, Seb. When I nod, hit the lights."

Shen and her lackeys wait at various points around the museum, ready to move at my signal. Sebby holds a wire that when broken, will kill the lights in the museum. It's not the most complicated of plans, but it's essential that it go flawlessly, because tonight is the night I will see Sherlock Holmes in person. Soo-Lin draws in a breath to say the name of the book and I tilt my head a fraction of an inch. The screen goes dark. That will drive him crazy. I think to myself. Just as he was about to discover the key piece to the puzzle, I snatched it away. I can hear his footsteps running out of the room. Without thinking, I leap to my feet and throw open the door that leads into the museum. I hear Sebastian's startled cry as I bolt down the stairs and down onto the third-floor balcony. During the day, it would provide a magnificent view of the staircase. Right now, all I can see are shadows. But I can make out his face. He has an almost crazed grin on his face as he runs, his coat whipping out behind him like an extension of his body. He dodges behind a glass case, and bullets shatter the air around him.

"Careful!" he calls. "Some of these skulls are over nine thousand years old. Have a bit of respect."

Oh, he's clever. His voice is commanding and the sniper stops. I'll have to kill him for it later but right now…

I hear his voice again.

"Thank you."
I've picked a worthy opponent. I feel a smile on my face, the same one I had when I killed little Carl Powers or heisted my first bank. It's a mirror to his smile. I'm not bored at all. I watch him turn at another gunshot, looking for his pet.

"Run clever boy, run. We'll meet soon enough."

Seb's hand closes on my arm.

"Are you crazy, boss? What the hell was that?"

Suddenly I'm aware that a bullet is embedded about two inches from my skull. I suppose Seb is worried but he has no reason to be. I slide my hand into his.
"To the helicopter, Sebby. We have a lot of work to do."

I pull him up the stairs, onto the roof. The wind's picked up and I can feel it whipping through my hair. We climb into the helicopter. As Seb takes off, I look out at London. Sparkling like jewels in a crown. My Crown.

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