'Ow! Can you try not to step on my toe?'

'If you could take your elbow out of my eye!'

'This cupboard wasn't so ideal after all,' admitted John. He and Sherlock were squashed inside and it was very uncomfortable. 'But the worst is we have to stay in here for eight hours!'

'Well, if you'd rather be murdered by Moriarty, go ahead.'

'Can't you try to move a bit to the right?'

'I can't just go through solid material!' exclaimed Sherlock. 'I'm not a ghost.'

John changed the subject. 'I'm hungry. D'you have anything to eat?'

'…No, I forgot.'

'Oh well, it must be easy for you to forget that us mere mortals need food,' said John sarcastically.

'I can't bother to think about food when we're about to capture Moriarty.'

Suddenly, the cupboard opened and Sherlock and John jumped, but it was only Ronnie White's wife. 'D'you want any toast?' she asked.

'Woman, we're busy and we've got no time for toast,' said Sherlock, but John gratefully accepted the food. 'You wouldn't happen to have any juice, would you?' he asked with his mouth full. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

'Of course, I'll go get you some,' she said. 'For you too, Sherlock?'

'Might as well,' mumbled Sherlock. John grinned.

When they were content, Sherlock closed the door again. 'Now we have to concentrate,' he said.

...

Time passed slowly, and they quickly grew bored. When, at last, they heard a sound, they both sat up straight. Sherlock accidentally poked John in the eye and John had to grind his teeth together to prevent himself from making a sound.
Someone was walking into the room. His footsteps sounded unsteady. 'He's frightened,' whispered Sherlock. 'This must be Matt MacDonald.'

The footsteps stopped and they heard MacDonald sitting down on a chair, breathing heavily. John wanted to ask Sherlock what the time was, but he didn't dare talk.

Suddenly, a voice said, 'It was brave of you to come.' It was Moriarty.

John heard Matt jump up. 'Wh-what d'you want?' he asked fearfully.

'I merely wish to ask you something.'

'And th-then kill me?'

'Not if you answer my question.'

'Wh-which is?'

'I know you and your friends were a group of hypnotizers. You studied it once every two weeks, and even found out how to kill with hypnotism – not that you used that knowledge, of course. But there's something else. Something you accidentally came across. A way to control or kill a lot of people at the same time.'

John gasped, but Sherlock glared at him. So this was what Moriarty wants, he thought. To control the world.

'Tell me how to do it.'

'N-no.'

'What's that?' Moriarty laughed coldly at something Matt was doing. 'You're trying to kill me with hypnotism? Both you and I know you can't. You have to want to kill. You need to have the power.'

Sherlock realised he knew enough and opened the cupboard door, stepping out of it and pointing his gun at Moriarty, who whirled around. 'Killing people isn't having power, Moriarty. It's being weak.'

'Sherlock!' said Moriarty in fake surprise. 'And John too! How… surprising!'

'You've been arrested, Moriarty.'

Moriarty laughed his cold laugh again. 'And you expect me to come with you willingly? Then you don't really know me.' He took some sort of necklace from his pocket.

'Hang on,' said John. 'Isn't that what hypnotizers use?'

'Very good, John,' said Moriarty. 'Except most of those don't actually work. Steve Smith, however, managed to find one that did work, and he and his friends used it. Until I stole it.'

'So that's your weapon?' asked Sherlock. 'Ingenious. But you want more.'

'Oh, yes. Killing's not enough. I want total control.'

'You won't get it.'

'Oh no? You can't stop me, Sherlock.'

'Yes, I can.' And Sherlock lunged forward, trying to grab the necklace. But Moriarty moved his hand away and took hold of Sherlock's arm. 'Die,' he whispered, letting the necklace swing in front of Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock wanted to look away, but found himself unable to move. He felt the energy leaving his body and he knew he was going to die–

But John bumped into Moriarty and grabbed the necklace. He pulled Sherlock upright. Sherlock was still really weak, so John took the gun from his hand and pointed it at Moriarty. 'You're weaponless,' he said. 'So don't try anything funny.'

Moriarty froze and John looked towards Sherlock to see if he was all right. This was a mistake: Moriarty lunged forward and pulled on the necklace in John's hand. But Sherlock had regained his strength and approached Moriarty, taking hold of the necklace in his hand. They both pulled on it with as much strength as they could muster – and it snapped in two. 'What've you done?' exclaimed Moriarty. 'There may not be any more of those! This is the end of real hypnotism!'

'Good,' said Sherlock.

Suddenly, Moriarty dived towards the ground. Too late, John realised he'd dropped his gun. When Moriarty got back up, he was pointing the gun at Sherlock and John. 'Stay there,' he warned, backing away towards the door. He left the room, then shut the door and ran away. Matt MacDonald sighed in relief.

Sherlock and John grinned at each other. 'He really thinks he can escape, doesn't he?' said Sherlock, satisfied.

John nodded. 'You have to admit it was a good idea to have the police surround the building as soon as Moriarty was inside it. Moriarty wouldn't expect you to work together with them.'

They exited the garage to find Moriarty being handcuffed by Lestrade. 'Don't you think you've got rid of me, Sherlock Holmes!' yelled Moriarty. 'I'll find you!'

An epilogue will be up soon (: Tell me what you think!