Reposted as half didn't load up properly yesterday. Chapters are shorter than my usual length as they are written on my phone, I also work full time, attend uni and care for my family. I am sorry if this makes my writing less palatable to some but I'll continue until this story has finished. Then I will not bother this fandom again.

Meeting

The location was typically Moriarty but Sherlock couldn't help but wonder at the rationale for selecting a cemetery as the place for their meeting. He rocked back on his heels as he stared out over the ancient grave stones. Although he could never admit it he was nervous. Moriarty was a difficult woman to understand. Once he had believed he knew her well, that she loved him as much as he had loved her. But then, he sighed as he realised back then he hadn't even known her real name.

"Hello." He turned to see the tall blonde woman staring at him. "You look surprised to see me." She smiled as he regarded her. The night air chilled him but he would never let his former lover see how much she disturbed him.

"I wondered if you'd turn up." Sherlock answered honestly. He watched as she smiled slyly.

"I'm a woman of my word."

"So." Sherlock frowned slightly. "This is all very macabre. If you wanted my attention there are other, less blood fuelled ways of getting it. Heard of email? Majority of the American population swear by it. Quick, cheap and effective."

"Like Dr Watson, no doubt."

"Leave Joan out of this." Sherlock's voice dropped. He had barely convinced her that staying with Kitty and Gregson was the best course of action. Having this infernal woman bad mouth her was making his blood boil. Subconsciously he knew that was what Jamie Moriarty wanted.

"You shagging her?" Moriarty put in a fake upper class English accent. Sherlock raised an eyebrow. He'd kissed Joan, hugged her but never gone further. She was special; not like the women he had picked up. Joan Watson deserved better than him, yet she stuck around. He took a step forward, determined not to answer her question.

"Cmon Jamie. Are you jealous? What is this about? Why kill innocent people to get my attention?" He watched as she snarled. Moments later he became aware of a stinging sensation in his right upper arm. The next thing he knew Moriarty was lowering him to the grass as the world turned black.

Xxxxxx

"What just happened?" Joan asked as the Captain swore under his breath. Ignoring her question he radioed the other officers. Kitty flew from the van, running as fast as she could to the area they knew Sherlock had been waiting to meet his nemesis. Dropping to her knees she tried to catch her breath.

"He's gone." She yelled to Marcus as he caught up with her. "Sherlock has gone."

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