Gabriel and Sherlock sat in the two armchairs across from each other talking like they had been since our latest client arrived. Sherlock seemed fixated by this case; when Gabriel left yesterday Sherlock did nothing but think silently in his chair, he even googled his name a few times. 'So how exactly are we meant to capture Moriarty?', Sherlock asked, 'he won't fall for simple tricks'.

Gabriel smiled genuinely to him, 'I am the Ghost' he almost announced, 'I have more connections that Mycroft has in this world. Plus he wants to meet me, so it should be pretty easy if you ask me'.

'Wait' I butted in, 'why exactly does Moriarty want to meet you?'

Gabriel turned to me, 'he has talked to my people, people who have pretended to be me, talked to me over an instant messenger, but he has never actually met me. I have met him a few times, be he has never met me'.

'How exactly have you met him but he hasn't met you?' I asked.

'Technically he has met me, he just hasn't known it. But that is the great thing about disguises, if you've never shown your face, how do people know what you looked like', he sounded smug again.

'So you pretended to be your own people' Sherlock said quietly from his chair.

'You are clever aren't you Sherlock Holmes' Gabriel said in a patronising tone.

'I'm more intelligent than you' Sherlock sounded slightly angry again, like he had just been prodded with an iron poker.

'What is the name of Goofy's pet dog?' Gabriel asked almost instantly.

Sherlock was stunned into silence for a few seconds, 'those are trivial facts that I don't need'.

'So you don't know?' Gabriel asked.

'No' Sherlock answered begrudgingly, 'But I will never need to know'.

'What if someone tied you to a table and held a gun to your head and told you to recite the lovable pet dog of Walt Disney's character Goofy?' Gabriel's rhetorical question almost made me giggle, but I held it in when Sherlock gave me a warning look.

'I'm not going to help' I told Sherlock and let the smile I was holding in crawl across my face.

Sherlock scoffed at us both and stomped out of the room. Gabriel and I gave each other a quick look before bursting out into childish laughter. 'You love doing that to him don't you?' I asked when the giggles had died down.

'It's very fun' Gabriel replied.

I slumped myself down in the wingback chair Sherlock had been sat in, 'so how exactly do we know we can trust you?' I asked.

'I was wondering when you would ask that. I mean strange man walks in, tells you he can catch the man responsible for hundreds of deaths. How do you expect to trust him' he rose from the chair, wondered over to the laptop and opened it, a lock screen came across the monitor.

'That's locked, you might want to…' The small ring of the computers start up tone cut me off, '…let me open it' I finished. 'Is there any reason to lock anything I own?'

'Living with Sherlock Holmes? Probably not' Gabriel answered. He opened the browser and flicked through some google tabs, typing in names each time. He then slid the laptop over to me so I could see the screen. 'Devon Howard' he said clicking on one of the tabs, a remembrance page on some website, 'that is who I was last. I had one of my people make this page'.

'It says here you were thirty four when Devon died' I asked after scanning the text on the page.

'Yes Devon was thirty four' Gabriel replied, 'we needed a real age or people wouldn't believe it'. He clicked onto the next tab, a police report online about some murder somewhere; I didn't really catch the title. 'Will Raynerson was killed by gunshot outside of his house in California'.

'Is this you?' I asked pointing at the oddly graphic photograph.

'Of course not' He replied, 'that is someone else. But it's meant to be me. I felt like I needed a big bang to end Will off, he needed something public, too many enemies'. Gabriel sounded overly calm.

I quickly scanned the police report, 'it says here they convicted someone. It's a closed case. Did you frame someone?'

'God no' Gabriel replied, 'he needed to get into prison to secure a damaged connection with a warden' he replied, all things happen for a reason Watson'

Why are you showing me these?' I asked.

'If I give you what I go out of my, and other peoples way to hide, then you have something against me'

He quickly clicked across to the last page, another police report, this time someone who had been stabbed in a prison, 'Brenton Skylar' read the top of the report. 'But he died in prison. How did you fake that?' I asked.

'What better way to get out of prison than pretend to die?' came Sherlock's voice behind us. I turned to see he was say back in his chair.

'Precisely' Gabriel sat back in his chair. 'So do you two want to know the finalities of my plan or what?' he asked.

'Why haven't you already told us?' Sherlock asked, obviously still letting his temper cool.

'Because annoying you is way too fun' Gabriel answered. 'But I better tell you. Like I said Moriarty wants to meet me in person, and he must know it's me. So he should be easy to draw out of his hiding place'.

'Yes we know that' Sherlock said.

'I have an abandoned warehouse near here, we can ask for him to meet me there, only me and him' Gabriel replied.

'Ah yes but he won't come alone will he' I said, 'he'll bring his snipers'.

'Of course he will, Moriarty is a control freak, he never likes to be at a disadvantage. So to get him to drop his guard we will have to make him feel as if he has an advantage' Gabriel looked up at the ceiling, 'which won't be difficult, he seems to ignore things if he thinks he can win. As long as you two stay out of the way of his snipers he will never know you are there'.

'Very good' Sherlock sounded impressed for a moment, only a moment. Then he hid it again under his cold eyes. 'How are you sure that he'll come out now?' he asked.

'What happened last time he came out of hiding?' Gabriel asked.

'It was when he set those explosives up' Sherlock answered.

'Yes last time he came out of hiding was when he could draw you out' Gabriel answered. 'And he has been in hiding ever since he broke out of prison. I am the only way we can draw him out again'.

'So where exactly is this warehouse?' I asked.

'Not far' Gabriel replied, 'I suggest we get a Taxi'