Part 10: In which Sherlock and Moriarty become cellmates.
Sherlock looked up when Moriarty strolled into his cell.
"Is there a reason they put us together?" he asked sharply.
"We-ell," Moriarty shrugged, "I did ask nicely."
Sherlock made a face.
"I know, dear, the behavior's simply unprofessional," Moriarty said. "I sympathize completely."
"You were lax with your texts. They were traceable to you from Ritter's phone."
"Oops." Moriarty giggled.
"I have to admit I don't understand why you became a consulting detective in the first place."
"They do say one should know his enemy." Moriarty cast Sherlock a speculative glance.
Sherlock scoffed.
"Oh very well then: I was bored. But what about you? Wasn't it thrilling to set up the problem instead of solve it?" Moriarty asked, his eyes widening.
Sherlock kept a poker face.
"It was," Moriarty whispered raptly. "I should know."
"And your plan now?"
"You think I'll tell you? Fine, I'll tell you. Wait."
"Wait?"
Moriarty fluttered his eyelashes and faked a swoon. "Maybe an angel will spring us from jail."
"Too simple," Sherlock said.
"Don't I know it. Fancy a game of mental chess?"
"If there's nothing better to do."