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Chapter 9
Cheese
Gina decided to wait at her uncle's house until she felt that she had calmed down enough to at least go and talk to Sherlock. She was going to offer to perhaps clean a few coffee mugs for Moriarty, but as soon as she glanced at the sink, she quickly changed her mind. Instead, Gina carefully made her way around the mugs to the living room, and sat on Moriarty's tattered old sofa, while he did something in the kitchen (probably making more coffee).
Unfortunately, there wasn't much to do at Uncle Jim's. When Gina was younger he used to teach her all sorts of different ways to break the rules, but she had learnt all she wanted to learn now, so there was nothing to do. She could have watched television, if it wasn't for the Great Coffee Spill of 2008, which somehow lead to most of the power in the flat to burn out. Gina just sat and read the newspaper cuttings Moriarty had put all over the peeling flowering wall paper on the wall. Most of the cuttings seemed to be about assassinations and bombings, which even Gina found a little concerning.
"Have you ever considered redecorating?" She called loudly towards the direction of the kitchen. "You can get coffee-coloured wall paper," she added helpfully.
"No, I prefer the flowers." Moriarty replied cheerily.
Gina gazed at the faded flowers, and wondered how worried she should be about this statement.
After that, there was nothing but silence, which was making Gina feel oddly uncomfortable. Usually she was used to it, but today it was making her feel rather uneasy. She decided this was probably just a sign that it was time to go and try and talk to Sherlock again, so she got up and made her way to the door…
Only to find Moriarty suddenly standing there, blocking her way.
"You move surprisingly fast," Gina commented, cocking her head to one side and looked at Moriarty with a confused expression on her face.
Moriarty decided to ignore this, "Where are you going?" He asked as pleasantly as he found it physically possible, which wasn't very pleasant at all.
Gina shrugged casually, "just out for some fresh air," she explained.
Moriarty raised an eyebrow, but other than that he didn't move. Gina decided to try again.
"I'm going out to get you some more milk," she told Moriarty sweetly.
In response to this, Moriarty went back into the kitchen. Gina watched as he went to the fridge and opened the door, revealing every single compartment to be filled with milk.
"Ah," Gina couldn't help but say. "How about coffee?" She said hopefully.
Moriarty went to the cupboard under the sink and opened it to reveal it to be filled with coffee, some trickled out onto the floor at his feet.
"How about sugar?"
Almost as soon as she had said this, Moriarty was at the next cupboard, opening it up to reveal almost as much sugar as there had been coffee. Gina couldn't help but feel frustrated.
"Oh come on!" She blurted out, "is there anything you don't need?"
Moriarty shrugged, "mugs?" He suggested.
"Damn I should have thought of that one," Gina muttered, "well I'm going out to get some more coffee mugs for you!" She said quickly and brightly. She turned round and tried the door handle, only to find that it was locked.
Gina froze; this definitely wasn't like Uncle Jim, unless of course he was planning on doing something evil.
"You're not going anywhere," said a very satisfied voice.
Yep, definitely up to something evil.
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"Right Bella," Sherlock suddenly exploded, "my patience is running out—"
"You have patience?" Bella asked casually.
Sherlock decided to ignore her, "Where's Gina!"
Bella shrugged, "you've just been told that she's at Moriarty's, surely a consulting detective could—"
"Yes, yes I know," Sherlock was getting more and more irritated now, and worried about Gina. "But I don't know where Moriarty lives, you have to tell me where she is!"
For a few moments, Sherlock thought that Bella wouldn't tell him where Gina was, in fact, he knew she wouldn't tell him. After all, she was evil.
But then Bella smiled.
"Of course," she said in a horrible kind voice, "why else would I be here?"
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Sherlock ran towards the large, empty-looking building, followed by Watson and Naisa, who was more limping than running. Sherlock burst in through the double doors at the entrance of the large building. It looked a lot like a factory, and as soon as they entered their ears were filled with the constant whirring and droning of machines.
"This clearly isn't Moriarty's house," Watson commented.
"Yes thank you John I think we already worked that out," Sherlock snapped at him, gazing around the large space before him. It was completely empty of people. There was nothing but the endless rows of giant whirring and churning machines. There were huge metal blocks covered in buttons and levers, great ovens and even a huge vat of melted cheese that was being constantly churned and churned. Piles of different types of cheeses almost rose up to the ceiling.
There was a strange noise coming from the vat, it sounded like a human voice. Perhaps there were other people in the factory after all. Sherlock crept closer slowly, holding the gun he had confiscated from Bella. He peered into the vat.
The vat was filled with melted, cream coloured cheese constantly turning over and over. Turning with it, was someone whose dark hair contrasted strongly to the plain colour of the cheese.
It was Gina. Sherlock's eyes widened in shock.
"Gina?" The sight either greatly confused Sherlock, or greatly terrified him. It was hard to tell when a man is watching his girlfriend swimming in melted cheese. Gina didn't seem to hear Sherlock, "Gina!"
Behind him, Naisa suddenly gasped and Watson cursed.
Sherlock turned around to see Moriarty suddenly standing before him. He looked exactly the same as when they last met, he could well have been wearing the same suit. His expressionless face was also making it hard to tell what he thought of the situation. However there was something in his eyes that may have been amusement, or just an affect of the caffeine.
"What have you done to her!" Sherlock demanded, before anyone else could speak. He pointed down at Gina, "is this some sort of sick torture! What have you done!"
Moriarty shrugged, "I didn't do anything, she jumped in herself."
There was a slight pause; Gina's voice could be heard above the whirring of machines, going "weeeeeeeeee!"
"Oh," was all Sherlock could think to say.
Moriarty gave a horrible smile, as if he thought he had already won. But the three people facing him thought very differently.
"So what is all this about Moriarty?" Watson demanded suddenly, "kidnapping your own niece? Making Bella evil? Taking us to this cheese factory? What's all this for?"
"Well for starters," Moriarty began, "Gina is not only just my niece, she's Sherlock's girlfriend, which changes everything. I can see you've already met Bella," Moriarty glanced to Naisa's bloodstained top, she glared and stuck her tongue out at him. "I didn't make her evil, she's always been evil, you just haven't noticed. And the cheese factory? Well actually I thought this was a coffee factory, which I thought might come in handy, but they've obviously made a few changes since I last came here."
"Oh, only a few," Sherlock said sarcastically as Moriarty glanced around at the towering cheeses. "But there's a reason we're here Moriarty, there's a reason for everything, what's this one?"
Moriarty grinned, "my evil plan." He explained happily.
There was a rather dramatic and impressive pause.
"And that is?" Sherlock asked.
"To create…an evil plan!" Moriarty shouted out proudly.
Moriarty wasn't very impressed by the reaction he got for his grand announcement. Watson rolled his eyes, Sherlock groaned, Naisa watched one of the dials on a machine flicking back and forth and Gina continued spinning in the vat, going "weeeeeee!"
"Aren't you going to try and stop me then?" He demanded, annoyed.
"I would if there was actually something I could stop," Sherlock snapped. "An evil plan to create an evil plan, what sort of evil plan is that!"
"An organised one," Moriarty said proudly.
"What are you going to plan to do then?" Sherlock demanded, "invade Poland!"
"Well at least it would be original," Naisa said quietly, this lead to more groaning and eye rolling.
Before Moriarty could do anything else, there was a strange clanging sound, and a pair of hands suddenly appeared over the vat. Gina emerged, her clothes and hair covered in melted cheese, but she didn't seem to notice. Her fun had died down as she looked at Uncle Jim, Sherlock, John and Naisa.
"What's going on?" She asked quietly, knowing this wasn't right. Was this what Moriarty had wanted to happen when he dragged her into this factory? Her eyes fell onto Naisa's bloodstained shirt, and her mouth fell open. "Naisa, are you OK?"
Naisa shrugged casually, "oh just had a bit of a run in with Bella, so she shot me. John took the bullet out and bandaged me up. It's still a bit painful, but the chronic stress of being shot has reduced the amount of pain felt and blood loss through the sympathetic nervous system in the hypothalamus sending messages to the adrenal glands, causing physical reactions in the body such as a lowering of blood pressure and lowering heart rate."
There was another pause after this statement. Everyone suddenly froze and stared at Naisa, their mouths open in amazement. She looked at them with a puzzled expression on her face.
"What? I do actually have some intelligence you know!" Naisa snapped, feeling a little insulted. "I don't just constantly think about food and Bradley James and…Oh look, red leicester!"
Naisa never got to finish her sentence that might have changed everyone's opinions on her once and for all, as she had just been distracted by her favourite type of cheese. She ran over toward it, leaving everyone else to focus on slightly more serious business.
