Chapter 6

Moriarty frowned. Something was up. His sixth sense was screaming at him that something was up.

Sherlock!

The man had been gone for far too long for just a coffee. He texted John and Greg instantly.

Scat! S and M are up to something. JM

They wrapped up everything, and John practically fled down the hall.

Jim stared at the long, black car waiting in the parking lot. That car screamed Mycroft Holmes. He frowned.

"Sir, Mycroft's assistant is checking your DNA against John Watson's. She's just received the results as positive ID, sir." A woman nervously spoke to him.

Jim started cussing. He risked everything and rang John up.

"Why are you calling me?!"

"Just get in a bloody cab! I tell you where to go from there!" Jim was practically screaming. He couldn't let Mycroft get a hold of John. Weakness and Greek secrets…a double headed snake.

"Alright…I'm in a cab now. Where to?"

"Kensington Gardens. South Entrance."

John repeated the directions. "Okay, why am I going there?"

"Fatarse Holmes found out your relation to me."

He could hear John start cussing up a storm. "I've got to explain things to Sherlock!"

"Are you insane?! Mycroft won't let you near Sherlock, much less let you speak with him! So far, Greg's completely out of things. The Holmes brothers are ignorant of him, the lucky bastard."

John was breathing heavily. "Okay, what next?"

"After you get to the south entrance, hop into another cab and head to the south bank of the Thames. There will be a boat with the name Riverdancer. Board it. Tell the Captain, 'Simon says, help me.'"

"Okay."

"Do exactly as the captain says. Call me when you are safely on board and the boat's moving." John affirmed this and they hung up.

Jim's phone started ringing exactly twenty minutes later. "Hello?"

"Mr. Moriarty, I'm afraid your cousin isn't able to come to the phone right now. However, you will be able to meet with him at any given time you wish to give yourself up." Mycroft Holmes' voice was smooth and unflustered even as both men could hear John's outraged obscenities. Jim felt nauseous.

"What do you want, Mr. Holmes?" His voice was falsely smooth.

"Exact truth about your relation and how it pertains to my brother."

"I can tell you that right here over the phone. John Hamish Watson is my cousin on my mother's side. His father and my mother are half siblings. We met and realized this when we were exactly eleven years old. Well, I was eleven. He was fourteen. Sherlock Holmes has nothing to do with this. John Watson and I hadn't met again until I wrapped him up in bombs."

"Yes, I remember the…duds that we found in the police records. It seems that you had no intention of killing your cousin. This must mean that you care about him. Caring is a dangerous thing for a person in your position, Mr. Moriarty." There was a sound of something striking flesh, and Jim heard John grunt.

Jim clenched his fingers around his phone. "What do you want?"

"You."

"In exchange for?"

"I will release John and tell Sherlock that nothing was found in the DNA results. In exchange, I want you to freely give yourself up to me."

Jim sighed. He was stuck. He heard John shouting. Something about Richenbach Falls being the key, before Jim could make out any more, he was muffled.

Jim felt numb. That sounded like a prophecy phrase that an Oracle would say. Jim felt cold.

Apollo was the god of prophecy. If John had truth sense, and extreme medical abilities then couldn't he have foresight as well? Jim muttered a profanity.

"I'll do as you say." He would keep an eye out Richenbach Falls. He would definitely keep an eye out. Whatever it was…

Two weeks later…

John sighed. He had fallen back into his routine with Sherlock. The tall detective had finally stopped following him around and treating him like an unsolved case. John was relieved.

Mycroft had kept his promise and had not told Sherlock anything. John was feeling extremely guilty over his lies to his best friend. John sighed again. It was necessary, but incredibly hard.

Both he and Greg were worried about Jim cracking under the strain. They cared about their younger cousin/brother. Like a family would the black sheep. Ashamed but also concerned. John sighed. He knew Richenbach Falls would crack everything wide open. He just had to wait.

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