Author's Notes: Hiya! :D I was supposed to post a oneshot first, but here you go :)! Hope you like this! I had SOOOO much fun writing this, and expect many chapters! Also, keep in mind that this happens after the bomb thing..and no one died. Yet... Haha! So, enjoy and comment please :DDD

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Truth Or Lie

Chapter 1. The Observation

Moriarty squinted at the black dressed figure meters ahead of him and concentrated even more on observing it. He wanted to get some info about the man he was stalking. Yes, he was a stalker and he only admitted it to himself. So, if ever someone else'd call him that, it's strange how that person'd end up being a poor victim of a maniac's plan...

He clenched his hands on the steering wheel, observing as the figure opened a small restaurant's door and followed inside the man he had been waiting for.

"Ah, Sherlock... Always so full of false gallantry and hidden motives, eh?"

Moriarty suddenly gritted his teeth. Rage was flooding him inside. But what for?

"That should be me... being inside with Sherlock Holmes..." he jealously thought.

He released his grip on the poor wheel and his eyes became innocently and cutily round; the criminal genius hadn't figured out yet whether he actually envied Watson for a somewhat hidden reason or only because he wanted to sneak near his enemy and play with his mind. And it just sooooooooo got on his nerves...

"Anyways! Time to get to woooo~rk!" exclaimed Moriarty with a sudden grin and eyes sparkling with joy.

He slammed the car's driver's door, groomed his fashionable toxedo and with a loud and excited "good!" and a tiny smile, he headed to the restaurant where his equal had disappeared with his dog.

"Well, one cannot deny he's got a very obedient pet! Humpf!" he thought before grabbing the doorknob, turning it and pulling the door toward him.

Moriarty stepped into the great room; it wasn't such a luxurious place as one would have expected nor was it a cheap one. He looked around as though a normal customer would, even though he already knew precisely where Sherlock and his funny but yet annoying pet were sitting; they were sharing a small table for two close to the left wall (from the entrance, of course), with exactly one table before theirs and another behind, then it had none since the kitchen was right after it. Moriarty could also say at how many degrees the table was situated, plus in what cardinal direction... But, he didn't feel like it.

So, he reajusted his clothes, again (he loved to be perfectly presentable), and walked up to them. He exclaimed a believable, though obviously fake, "HEY!You're there too?" with the surprised but so happy facial expression that came with it.

It was just so good to see Sherlock drop his fork and look at him with big round shocked eyes. Moriarty giggled inside; he would re-do this anytime or pay billions just to relive that priceless scene. With a wide smile and happy tone of voice, he leant between the two of them so they could hear him whisper:

"I'm sure you didn't expect me here...! Oh and...call me!"

He mimicked the action with his right thumb and his right little finger, before smirking to them and as if nothing happened, he walked all gleefully to the bathroom.

"What the hell is that psychopath doing here?" Watson cried out in anger and annoyment.

" Teasing me..." answered Sherlock in his most neutral voice, proving he was deep in thoughts.

"Teasing y- But Sherlock! Why don't you just call Lestrade and tell him to arrest that maniac?"

"Because I just don't have the required proofs to do so!"Sherlock brusquely cut off.

The consulting detective stared at the restroom's door, then at the counter.

After some minutes (about 2, Sherlock noticed), Moriarty came out from the bathroom, smiling and with a wink to his two favorite victimes, he headed to the waiter at the counter. Sherlock saw him laugh and talk with the man and slide a little paper note in his hands... Then, Moriarty was off to the streets and wherever he was headed next.

Sherlock frowned and got up. Watson, who had been watching the whole scene, looked at his friend and stood up, following him.

"Hi. What did that ma-"

"Here. He left you this note...that's his phone number if ever you're wonderin'. Hehe..looks like he's got quite the hots for you...told me he's been trying to get you since day one. I just had to help, ya know..ain't got nothing against gays." spouted the man with a huge and complice smile.

The only reply Sherlock could provide was a shy and confused smile. He then rushed to the door and got out, not even waiting for Watson who had to pay the note and catch up with him.

"Hehe...Things are going weeee~ll!" rejoiced Moriarty, watching from afar in the dark of the adjacent street his amusing enemies as they almost ran back home, Watson desesperately trying to catch up with the consulting detective who seemed to be way too shocked to wait for his companion...Oh, sorry, little pet.