A/N: This is a "Moriarty won" fic. The story has a book cover and an introducing vid (look for it in my profile).

Also, if you want to know what are doing Moriarty and Sherlock from "Game of shadows", see stories: "At the Funeral" or "The Journey", where Moriarty won as well. (The last fic has a book cover)

Town: Paris

Place: a grand apartment in a one of the most expensive hotels

-Tea!

-You shouted, sir? - Sherlock Holmes, an ex-detective, emerged from the kitchen in a waiter's suit and a matching tray.

- Did I? I was just asking nicely for a one cup of delicious … TEA!

Holmes rolled his eyes and put a required drink on a dinner table.

- Goodness, I almost started to think that this awful woman will never get out. - Jim Moriarty whined. - Only charity, charity, poor children in Africa blah blah blah, was she thinking that I would believe her?

Detective put the tray on the table and crossed his arms. He was used to Jim's changing moods. In one moment, he was comparing himself to a victim of the boring world, and after several minutes, he was planning how to put explosive charges under the Westminster.

- Do you have it? - Moriarty asked calmer.

- Yes, I switched them when our guest was eating the dessert. - Sherlock said and took a silver ring from his pocket.

- Poor Madame le Flaour, do you think that she will remember this dessert for the rest of her life? - Jim said taking the ring. - You are a quite convincing seducer. Should I ask what was going under the table?

Sherlock sighed irritated.

- I couldn't just throw water over her, she would have suspected instantly that you are planning to steal that from her.

Madame Monique le Flaour, one of the most richest and respected women in the French society. Additionally: three children, one husband and about thousand litres of blood on her hands.

The lady was clever, even police didn't suspected her for committing any crime. Of course, Moriarty had a different theory. He found out that she controls almost the whole net of criminal organization in Paris. Last huge bank robbers were "sponsored" by her and some Jim's customers were very displeased with the final situation. When, they turned to the criminal consultant for help, he and Sherlock quickly noticed that Madame stores all needed data in a microscopic chip. It could be contained in something small like a ring.

- We will copy the containment and return it to her later that evening. - Jim said with an evil grin. - She won't even think that it was borrowed by a shy businessman and his sexy waiter. - he smirked looking at Sherlock. - By the way, thank you for you help with this… darling.

Holmes did not move from his position, he hardly had any choice with the whole affair in the first place. Thankfully, Mrs. Le Flaour adored young men. During the conversation with Moriarty, she started flirting with Sherlock almost instantly and he did not have to do much to change rings.

- Judging by her costume, it will be easy with switching them again. - Holmes added.

Sherlock reminded himself of the moment, when they saw Madame le Flaour for the first time. A silent exchange of words flow between two intellectualists.

…she shouldn't use a man's deodorant if she pretends to be a weeping widow…a ring on a wrong finger, plus her clothes were not matching with each other…goodness, every passerby can recognize that scarf comes from man's wardrobe…

(They did not have to speak anything loudly, when it came to reading people's intentions they thought identically. It often saved lives of both of them. It was so … strange. In other situation, Holmes would have to explain step by step how he deducted it. Sherlock did not know if he should be pleased by it or not. Moriarty could easily foresee detective's next moves, but there was also an understanding, which he has never experienced with anyone.)

Sherlock remembered Jim's raised eyebrow and a murderous glint in eyes on that day. It appeared only when he wanted Holmes to take a part in his scheme.

Moriarty put his head on the table with a loud thump, clearly devastated that the case with Madame was solved so quickly. The lady thought of them as "commoners" and did not do much to hide proofs of her night party.

- Have a drink. - Sherlock advised sighing again.

- Good idea. - he drank the tea and automatically regretted it.- What have you put there? Pepper?

Holmes glanced at the criminal consultant as he tried to clean his suit.

- What? - detective asked truly surprised.

- That. - he pointed at the table.

- Answering your untold question, no, I didn't try to poison you. - Sherlock drank from the cup and grimaced as well. He was not a good cooker, but this was horrible.

- Hot water plus this powder from box with a sign "TEA". - he explained. - I will write you an instruction next time.

- Useless information, just like that the Earth is the center of our solar system.

- The Sun.

Damm.

- Funny, - Moriarty said looking at the unfortunate jacket and the big stain on it. - when I was at your place, it was quite good.

Silence.

Sherlock took a deep breath.

- A luck. - Detective said at last.

- If it will calm you, I do not know what he is doing.- Moriarty was looking intensely at his servant. - Really, do you think that I would waste my time for your ex-pet? Or the rest of your ex-pets?

He was kneeling at the edge of the roof. His mobile phone in one hand, the other was hiding his face. Moriarty was in front of him, pretending to be discreet.

- You won't try to find me, nor contact me.- Sherlock said into the speaker…

It was long time ago. He shouldn't react so strongly by a normal comment of his live on Backer Street. The deal between him and criminal consultant was a logical conclusion and he didn't regret anything.

- Oh, and I have something for you. - Jim said with a smile.

A/N: well, I am sure that Sherlock can make tea, but in this fic - he can't