Lucy was just going through her normal school day. Well…it was after school; she had stayed behind to work on her art and graphics since she slightly behind with sticking everything in her sketchbook. She placed all her artwork and sketchbook on a table, she had so much worked it scattered all over it. She was placed on the table opposite the trimmer because she was cutting and sticking all her work in the sketchbook. The walls were a pale cream but it was covered by all the artwork from the students. There were 12 tables in total but they were placed in pairs to create 6 larger tables. There some of the other students in which 3 of them were Lucy's friends but they were getting help from the teacher and one other year 11 student who really annoyed Lucy sometimes. There was also a mixture of different year group students who came to art club every time it was on.

Honestly, they are so noisy Lucy thought. If it wasn't for the younger year groups it would almost be silent.

She was there for about 20 minutes and everything was normal, nothing strange. Lucy had her back turned to everyone else most of the time since she was trimming the sides of her drawings so they were straight. Then the door opened. Lucy just carried on working but everyone looked at the person who just walked through the door.

"Can I help you?" The teacher asked sitting down with the year 11 students opposite the door.

"I'm looking for a Lucy Sullivan and I was told she'll be here" The stranger replied

Lucy stopped for a second; she didn't turn around but looked up.

I recognised that accent.

A sudden shocked look came onto her face. But she just carried on cutting the paper.

"Oh that's Lucy over there" the teacher pointed.

He stared walking towards Lucy. As she turned around she tried not to look at this stranger. She could see him in the corner of her eye, walking towards her. In her head she knew who it was but she didn't want him to be here, she didn't understand why he was here.

He was now standing opposite to Lucy at the table he stuff was placed. His hands placed in his trouser pockets.

"Ah, hello Lucy, I've been looking for you" He said.

Lucy looked up. "Really?" She didn't sound surprised.

"Yes, I've heard that you know some information,about a friend of mine"

She looked back down "And who might that be?"

"Someone known as Sherlock Holmes, you do know him correct?"

A small shiver went down her spine. She looked up for a second and tried to hide that worried feeling she had inside her. But she just looked down and carried on with her work, just moving things around to make it look like she was looking for something.

"Yes I do…well…I know of him…is…is there something you want to know?"

Dammit, why am I stuttering? She knew she wasn't hiding her feelings to well. Stuttering was always a sing someone was nervous.

"I want to know how much you know about him"

She stopped. Completely.

This man. He knows who Sherlock Holmes is, and what he does. What the hell is he planning of doing?

"Why…erm…do you want to know?" She asked

The stranger's voice became slightly innocent

"It's because I'm a friend of his and I haven't spoken to him in years, I don't even know where he lives and I would like to go pay him a visit"

Pay him a visit? What kind of sick joke is this, I bet he already know that I know who is and he's playing a game with me, just to see how much I will tell him.

Lucy went quiet. She just stared at her work; she didn't know what to do. Questions were running through her head.

What should I do?

"Lucy, are you ok?" He asked quite loudly, everything went silent.

What? You're asking me if I'm ok, does it look like I'm ok.

One of Lucy's friends' started walking over to her

"Hey Lucy, what's wrong?"

Lucy wanted to run out the room because she felt like she was crying inside. Her fists tightened. But she tried to pull herself together. She then looked up at this man. A blank expression lay on her face.

This man. The same man who tried to kill Sherlock and John at the pool was standing right in front of her, she had such anger running though her. He had a name…

Moriarty

Her mouth opened a little. "What's your name?"

He looked puzzled "Sorry?"

Her tone became slightly darker "What is your name?"

"Oh dear, there is something defiantly wrong here, you seem to be angry"

Everyone could tell she was becoming impatient.

"I asked you a question?"

He looked around. Then turned back so he looked at Lucy.

A small smile on this face "oh sorry, you were talking to me"

"Stop it"

"What?"

"I said stop it"

There was a small pause.

A bigger smile appeared on his face. "I'm sorry, but what exactly am I doing?"

Lucy slammed both her hands on the table and leaned forward a bit. They could see that Lucy was angry. She never got this angry with anyone because she would normally ignore the people who teased her, but this was too much for her.

"Look here mister; I know who you are…"

"Oh reall…"

"Don't interrupt me Jim Moriarty. I know what you did to Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. At the pool. You put them to the test. Made Sherlock do your little dance didn't you?"

"Oh so you did know it was me then."

Moriarty span round and moved to the middle of the room then looked back at Lucy while everyone watched what he was doing.

"Well this makes everything perfect because you know what's going to happen next"

Lucy stood up properly with her hands at her side and her anger suddenly left, her fist relaxed. A slightly sad and scared look came across her face.

What the hell is he planning now?

"What do you want Moriarty?"

He titled his head a little with that devilish smile on his face.

"I want you to dance"

Lucy died inside. She was now absolutely terrified now.