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Well, that's just great Lisbon thought as she heard the tales of the consulting criminal now we don't only have a serial killer to be looking for but we find that he's teamed up with the most powerful villain the world has ever known. John looked at her sympathetically, having been on the receiving end of what the mad bomber could do he knew what was going through the dark haired woman's mind. Sherlock had already started the load down of who Moriarty was, the crimes they knew he had committed, they way he worked, what he was prepared to do to get what he wanted. The CBI team went through the shock in their own ways; Cho let nothing show on his face but inside his mind was whirring trying to comprehend the scale of the information, Lisbon's face clearly showed all the felt and for the first in a long time she felt slightly overwhelmed, Rigsby, well, he was more interested in making sure Grace was ok, she was holding up just fine but he wanted to make sure. Jane, for his part, only stared at the other consultant. It was as though he had suddenly realised they weren't so different after all and then burned that thought from his mind, forbidding it to ever return. These things, John knew. He could read a face quite easily, you had to if you lived with Sherlock, what he didn't know is what the thoughts were behind the face, Sherlock always seemed to be able to bore into the very souls of those around him. John didn't entirely believe he wanted to know that much about a person.
No matter how long the group thought over it, they couldn't seem to form a plan which was able to account for both villains. When they all decided to call it a night, the moon was visible through the smoggy London clouds. John and Sherlock parted ways outside the hotel, he doctor wanted to go to Sarah's house for the night and this did seem like the perfect opportunity. They arranged to meet up back at the hotel the following morning then parted ways.
Sherlock walked into a mass, strangely organised, panic. The hotel, for all intents and purposes, was calm and quite tranquil but the CBI rooms were being searched at lightening rate. The detective noticed immediately that they were one member down.
'Cho,' He called, 'Where's Lisbon?' The look that was gave in reply told him all he needed to know. He turned to the others who were frantically looking everywhere for a clue, expect Jane who was happy to just remain lying on the sofa.
'You may as well stop looking, you won't find anything.' Van Pelt looked over to him, her eyes suddenly became confused,
'Where's the doctor?' Sherlock was stumped for a second, It's not like John to be late. Something clicked milliseconds later,
'I'm guessing he'll be in the same place as Lisbon.' He looked at the CBI teams' faces, which were all now completely focused on him.
'One of Moriarty's styles is kidnapping those close to the one he's after and then killing that person in front of them. He almost did it last time we met and now he's going to try again. Only now, he's taken someone important to Jane as well.' The other consultant, for once, remained silent. 'I do hope you haven't been saying anything important because he'll have most likely bugged the hotel rooms as well.' At that moment, every mobile phone in the room began to ring. Sherlock got to his first and answered.
'Sherlock! How nice to hear from you again. I see you have some new acquaintances, I've got one of my own. Well, two actually, if you count this charming woman. Johnny Boy has been very good so far, you've trained him well.' Sherlock gritted his teeth and put the phone on loud speaker. Of course, the Irishman knew this had happened and addressed all who could hear him,
'Hello everyone, Moriarty here, it's a shame I haven't seen all of Sherlock's new friends. We'll right that soon.-' A blood curdling scream thrashed the phone speakers. '-Well, you can see we're having fun here. So Sherlock, how do you make your little soldier boy scream? I've tried all the usually methods and still not a peep. I think I'll have to get creative-'
'Don't. You. Dare.' The detective seethed.
'Oh, did I hit a nerve?-' Another scream, 'Hmmm, what happens if I do this-' Suddenly a new scream was added to the mix. It took a moment, but Sherlock realised what the scream was saying.
'Warehouse, Thames, East bank, snipers, Red Jo-' He was cut off suddenly.
'Well, that's enough of that. That little stunt is going to cost your pet dearly, Sherlock, maybe, if your lucky, I let you have his mangled corpse when I'm through with it. I know you do like to keep bodies in that flat of yours.' The line disconnected. The moment of silence was smashed thoroughly by the detective as he got his coat and called for everyone to take their guns and follow him, then he ran out of the room.
AN- sorry it's been such a long wait, we seem to be getting somewhere now
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