I personally am glad I started this and decided to post it up tonight because I wanted to get it over with. I don't know what else to say to you guys except thank you for all the reviews so far 32 as I write this, that has surpassed any of my other stories and I'm happy because I secretly don't like the other ones. Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Moriarty sat at his coffee table reading up on the last murder that the police solved, with help of the only consulting detective in the world Sherlock Holmes. He had papers spread all over the living room every one of them had something to do with Holmes in some small way. Jim laughed as he read 'The police solved the case with little help from Sherlock Holmes', he knew that Holmes was a genius and that he did more than help on the case, he most likely solved it.

"The perfect plan to bring you to your knees Holmes," he laughed. He stood and dropped the paper to the couch. Walking into the kitchen he made himself some coffee and stared at the little cat trinkets that filled the living room. He wanted to throw them all out but every time he was going to do it, the cursed things mocked him. They were truly evil, they would laugh at him as he slept or when he was running off to do something. But they never mocked him when he was thinking about his plan, because they knew that he had a full proof plan. No one would notice when he kidnapped the person in his sights or know who killed the man. Well hopefully Holmes would because if he didn't there wouldn't be any fun in killing him.

Jim went over the plan many times in his head before laughing again. "Who knew killing could be so much fun," he said to himself.

He left his flat wearing his usual hat, shades and the newspaper he was reading earlier and started his way towards a certain DI's house. He was determined to learn everything about every person that Holmes was connected to and Lestrade was next on his list. Not like he needed to get rid of him or anything he just needed Sherlock to believe he did. It was all part of his very big plan you see, he needed everything set, especially if he was going to put his plan into action in the next few days.

Moriarty reached the house and sat on a bench across the street; he opened his newspaper and started to 'read' it as he watched the house closely. He smiled at an old lady who was sitting next to him who was looking at him with a weird look. "Young people and their hats," she mumbled going back to her knitting.

Later the judging old lady was long gone and Jim Moriarty was bored. He had to admit he believed Lestrade and his family were the most boring people on the whole planet. He checked his watch and noted it was one in the afternoon. From his previous investigations of the family his wife should be coming home with their son. He watched them enter the house without a second glance at him, either he was really good at blending in or these people failed to recognize someone keeping an eye on them.

The next day as he sat at the same bench, after Cindy and her son arrived home, she decided to go talk with Jim. "Hello sir," she said sweetly as she sat down next to him.

Moriarty didn't panic; he put on his best smile and put down the day's news paper. "Hello there," he said almost as sweetly as her.

"Not to be rude of course, but I notice that you sit on this bench for hours every day and was just wondering, why?" she asked trying not to sound so suspicious.

Jim nodded and gave her a knowing look. "You're not being rude at all," he told her. "Well if you want to know the truth, this is where me and my mother used to play when I was younger and you see she's very sick and in the hospital. She is in a very good hospital quite a ways from here. Now I know what you're thinking 'Why don't you move closer to her?' But I can't do to my job."

"Then why do you sit here for such a long time?" she asked.

"Well I was getting there," he said to her. "I get out of work sometime around noon and I come here to wait for the bus, but the only bus that comes is at eight at night. I decided to stay here because it brings back so many memories of me and my mom."

Cindy frowned. "I'm sorry for asking I'll let you get back to your business now," she said getting up and leaving. When she was in her house and out of sight Jim started laughing quietly. He couldn't believe that story work; he didn't even know who his mother was.

On his way home he couldn't stop smiling, he had the last piece of his plan set in place and he was ready to strike. Tomorrow he was going to watch Baker Street one more time and make sure everyone was going to be in their place when he needed them there. He had to be sure nobody was going to break the rules of the game they didn't know they were playing.

He dreamt of his plan that night, and how smoothly it would run. How the almighty hero Sherlock Holmes would crumble under him and pay for what he did. During his glorious dream no cat mocked him, they were too afraid, too afraid of how powerful he truly was and how he could crush them to.

Well I'm not completely satisfied with it but oh well I wrote it and I'm posting it no matter what I say. I like the cats; I believe they're a little work for employed by Sherlock to drive Moriarty insane. That would be cool, anyways next chapter might be up this week like I said a lot of time on my hands and no where to put it. Oh and I don't put much thought into these little chapters, only the chapters where everything is going down I have been working for a while ever since I figured out my ending. Before I forget I want to tell you guys, I have no clue what I'm doing here, I mean with writing I know where I'm going, so I'm sorry if you think I'm a bad writer and don't want to tell me, you do have suffer through this though so yeah. Anyway I do hope you enjoy this and the future chapters and of course the past chapters, BYE!