A/N: During FINA.
Fire
I had expected further assault after I had left Watson's consulting room, but hardly this. Moriarty was determined, but so was I. All evidence was long in the hands of Scotland Yard. The stage was set, there was no backing away, and I had no intention to do so. The net was ready. What Moriarty really wanted was my life, and to wiggle out of the mashes. He would not have it, not without going down with me. No evidence had gone to ash yet. Still, I watched with unease as the fire licked at the windows of Baker Street.