It just doesn't feel right! Why the Hell does my heart squeeze so tight each time we encounter one another? God, please forgive me and tell me what is happening!
Jim was pacing in his study, deep in thought, and ignoring Moran completely. Not to mention that Moran was getting dizzy just watching his boss.
"Sir, did you not hear me? Client Mr. Beckhim canceled his meeting." The grunt response Moran received was a definite indication that the Consulting Criminal could care less at the moment. "Moriarty, if I may ask, what is bothering you so much?"
The Irishman ceased his pacing and, back still to Moran, sighed. The ordeal is confusing him. He began to envision the outcomes of his companion receiving knowledge of the subject. It would definitely change things for the worse. Yet, Moriarty couldn't help but wonder if accepting this thing might be the best choice he has ever made. 'What is it like to have this thing in his chest all the time? Does Sherlock feel it too? I hope he does…No! Idiot! This isn't right!'
"Sir?"
"WHAT?!"
Flinching back in his seat, Moran continued with a calm and collective voice. "You froze up on me for a sec. You know, you've been acting weird since the pool incident. It's not like I was going to let that stupid curly bastard shoot the bomb."
"He is not stupid, dumbass! He is much more intelligent than anyone can imagine… Yes. He is my perfect opponent." The low snickering was unnerving to Moran, it even caught Jim off guard.