TheDarkestShinobi: This is based off of an episode in the Blacklist so certain scenes will be VERY similar. Not sure whether of the relationship between Sherlock and John in the story honestly, but if you have a preference you can always put it in the reviews. I am known to please the reviewers.

Story start

Moriarty is very good at a few things.

He can read a person's lifestyle, likes and dislikes from their appearance and a few words. He has built himself an empire allowing him to be the most powerful man in England, mostly likely Europe. He can have people killed with a nod or spared with a wave of a hand. He could walk into any room and leave with anything he wanted.

While he is often using his skills all of the time, he hadn't expected to have to use them in his current situation, mostly because he was supposed to be untouchable. He was the man behind the curtains that pulled strings but he wasn't supposed to be seen, let alone kidnapped. He has many men willing to jump in front of a bullet to protect him. Honestly, he had surrendered himself to a beating to learn more about Sherlock once, but his plans did not include being beat in a basement.

He's got a concussion so he's not as sharp as he could be; still he knows that there are four men. Moriarty's head jerks to the side with the punch to the face. One is a leak in his department. Separate the pain from his body and his thoughts. Gut. One has to be medically trained. He spits out the blood in his mouth once it fills. Yes, one of them has to, they kept him alive this long, but right on the verge of going under. Moriarty starts to feel dizzy again, barely registers being hit again.

Damn Moran, having to leave and see family.

"No, it's time to leave." Moriarty hears and it stills his thoughts. Observe, what can the voice tell him? "We are not supposed to kill him."

"Do you know what this man does?" One yells. The direction of sound, the breathing rate and the anger in his tone indicate that this is the one hitting him. "He makes us all look like the fucking son of God." Moriarty spits out the gathering blood in his mouth so he doesn't choke on it. Too much blood. Is he internally bleeding? Lost teeth?

"I'm leaving." The second voice says and when the blindfold is ripped off, after the footsteps have retreated, it's only Moriarty and the first man.

"I'm a bad guy," he admits as Moriarty memorizes his features, "but I ain't got nothing on you." The other turns his back to walk away and grab a gun. "The way I see it, I'm doing the world a favor this time. Cancel another one out, you know?" The gun is aimed at Moriarty's head and he spends an instant running through scenarios, but he isn't getting out of this one alive. Moriarty smiles, the blood covering his teeth and giving him a terrifying smile.

"See what happens." He bluffs, but it was truly a threat, because Moran would track this guy down if he killed him.

"You ain't got nobody around." The gun quivers and Moriarty stares at the barrel. It's true. Moriarty has no one here. He's still smiling. "We know where the dog is." Moriarty refuses to back down, not even as the gun is pressed to his temple. This isn't the fitting end he imagined, but flirting with death comes with a cost. He always knew that one day the mistress would come snatch him. He stops his large smile and just looks to it with an amused and curious gaze. Could he shoot? Is this really it? His last few seconds alive. It's such a rush. He can feel the blood pumping in his head, how many pieces of furniture in the room could he color? "So don't bluff." Moriarty blinks; and Moran truly deserves a raise, because in that time Moran has thrown the man like a rag doll.

"He doesn't bluff." Moran growls out as he stomps on the man's elbow, breaking it. The man screams, but Moriarty's not worried about witnesses. Moran kneels, likely to snap a neck and Moriarty coughs.

"No." Moran freezes and Moriarty lets out a breath. "I need names, there were three more." That he knew of at least. Moran nods and backs away slightly. Moriarty realizes there is a second weapon too late, but before the man can truly become a threat again Moran shoots, killing the other. Moriarty groans and Moran knows it's a mix of pain and frustration, so he lets out a sigh of his own. He turns and raises a hand.

"He had a gun, and I…" Moran waves the hand around "instinct." Moriarty wants to laugh and, seeing that he's in the clear, Moran turns and unties his boss and oldest friend.

"I have carried soldiers in many different countries with many different wounds. It doesn't mean anything that you needed to be carried." Moran silences Moriarty's protest before it starts, so Moriarty just closes his eyes and tries to focus on the information he gathered. He can only determine that he needs medical assistance soon. Especially once he opens his eyes and realizes he's in the backseat of a car.

"It's almost funny though, I leave for one weekend to see the family and this is what you get into?" Moran jokes once he knows they are on the road and safe and Moriarty groans in the backseat.

"I need you to call Victor when we get back." Moran glances to the mirror to figure out if its Moriarty or his likely concussion talking.

"Victor?" Victor was a brand of crazy that made Moran wince. "You sure you want to bring him back?" Moriarty nods once; very shallow and easy to miss.

"No doubt the Iceman and therefore the Virgin are going to find out about this. If they find my leak before I do…" He trails off looking out the window and Moran nods. "I wonder if they can catch him this time." Moriarty muses aloud.

"He couldn't last time." Moran glances to the rearview mirror to see a wide grin on Moriarty's face.

"Yes, but this time Sherlock has the Soldier." Moran stops the car at the next red. "Yes, Johnny boy may be able to figure this out faster than Sherlock." Moran narrows his brow in confusion.

"How?" He doesn't pretend he can keep up with his friend, but sometimes he thinks he's got the hang of it, this isn't one of those times.

"Johnny boy's got secrets." He taps his fingers against the sill. "Not from me, but Sherlock is so stupid at times."

"Ma made brownies for you, by the way." Moran offers as they pull into one of their hideout's garages.

"With nuts?" Moriarty grins after Moran nods. "Today's looking up."

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