It started at the whole beginning with shoes and one mystery name.
The name was soon turned into Moriarty who was clearly obsessed with the detective or maybe he was just as bored as Sherlock.
Anyway things got out of his hands and now Moriarty's only desire is kill Sherlock, but that's not the real reason why Sherlock wanted him in jail.
Sherlock knew what Moriarty wants, hell he even told him that last time, but right now he will be in more problems if consulting criminal would know about his secret.
He was so sure, that everything was simple to hide until now, when he is going into heat.
Sherlock wasn't idiot, he's taking suppressant since he presented, so this is obviously for the first time, when he has no idea what's going on. The way his body reacts, when he is near Moriarty or his thumping heart, whenever Jim shoves his dominance.
Moriarty was somehow manage to bring him into heat and Sherlock was afraid what could happen, when he'll see him in this state. Well fair enough, Sherlock just can't help himself and his imagination, that alvays demonstrate him some pictures, because Moriarty was too much dominant, for his unbreakable control.
Just simple thought about the time, when he promised him, that he'll burn him, rip his heart out of him and break him whole made him all hot. No wonder, that suppressant slowly stopped working.
Something in him couldn't let Sherlock calm down.
To make things worse, he nearly stole crown jewels, when he broke unbreakable glass and just rudely sat on the throne. Yes of course, that was just one of the three most closely guarded places in London, where he broke into just to show his strength and Sherlock had absolutely no idea what he wanted to achieve by that.
It is really very hard to hide his true instincts in front of someone like him.
He later regretted that he was so arrogant in the court, because he was locked away together with Moriarty... who looked like he could consume Sherlock alive with nothing but his mind. Such a hungry expression, when the door was closed Sherlock got goosebumps.
Yes, Sherlock Holmes, the greatest and only consulting detective in the world wanted James Moriarty and of course he'll never admit it in front of anyone. Although it would be stupid to think that the criminal doesn't noticed.
He had once again no idea what he should think about him. Which is really depressing, considering that Sherlock persistently knows everythingabout everyone.
Sherlock is nearly praying, because they just must find Moriarty guilty. They have to.
He quickly grabbed his phone as it rang, but before he could said something, John interrupted him.
„Not guilty! They found him not guilty!" Dr. Watson cried. „No defense and Moriarty's walked free. I don't get it."
He stopped when Sherlock didn't answer. „Sherlock? Are you listening to me? You know he'll coming after you…" The line got silent, because Sherlock no longer listening and ended conversation at the whole beginning.
Sherlock froze in terror. He would never admit it, but he is afraid of that particular consulting criminal too... hallucinogenic haze in Baskerville only confirmed this fact and Moriarty now goes directly to him.
He sudenly shivers, run into his room and took another suppressant pill. He doesn't care, that he alredy had one in the morning. This is about Moriarty, who just couldn't know or smell, what Sherlock is. It would turn out badly. It would destroy him, but even with this knowledge Sherlock feels himself go giddy, while he was thinking about him.
So it's already started, isn't it? The pills will not work for long. Sherlock began panicking, because he knew, that suppressant can't be overdose from his own bitter experience.
Hands buried in his curly hair and tuging at them, he wondering what he should do.
Finally resigned, he headed into the kitchen to make some tea. People usually go away, when they finished their tea, right?
At least he took violin from their usual place and tried to reassure himself by playing at them.
Sherlock was not surprised, when he heard a creaking sound of door. He stopped playing and looked at the newcomer.
He tried to keep a firm face, when their eyes met.
The criminal gave him a small smile and with that his effort was useless. His heartbeat elevated and he's pretty sure that his pupils was doing something too, thanks to penetrating smell of Moriarty.
"What have I done to deserve such a nice visit?" He said sarcastically.
Moriarty looked around nonchalantly with indifference, but his attention was on Sherlock.
"May I?" He grinned and reached for an apple that was exposed in a bowl with other fruits.
"What?" The detective froze.
"Make myself comfortable, of course."
Moriarty's smile even more stretched as he looked at Sherlock. "Is there something different, what I might be interested in?" He asked vaguely, and licked his bottom lip.
Sherlock was even more tensed, but ignored the question.
Quickly looked away, he headed into the kitchen and brought a tray with two cups of hot tea.
Jim was already sitting in his leather chair and took gratefully the tea. Sherlock sat himself in the opposite chair and for a while they both sat in silence.
Then the detective dare to start a conversation. "So how did you get out?" He asked carefully.
Moriarty just grinned. "Honey, don't you already know, that I always get what I want?"