For twenty years, the Irishman has sought Sherlock Holmes. After all this time, he's not going to merely challenge him to pistols at dawn; no, this requires much more strategy.
(First, I need to test him – see if his mind is still sharp after the drugs.) Jim puts out feelers with his Underbosses for a man with nothing to lose, and after testing numerous undesirable candidates, he comes across a cab driver named Jeff Hope. Hope is ideal for the job – flexible morals, unconcerned about physical risks due to his aneurysm, and a burning need to have his children provided for after he's gone.
Four "suicides" in, the detective finally joins the game. Watching Sherlock's mind work enraptures the Irishman; clearly, the cocaine use didn't diminish his powers. Feet on the desk and a smirk on his face, Jim watches the CCTV footage of Sherlock and his pet departing the college. (Oh, boys… you've no idea what you're fooling with.)
Moriarty's smile grows when the pet asks Sherlock what he's so happy about and Sherlock replies, "Moriarty."
"What's Moriarty?"
"I've absolutely no idea," the detective replies.
The Irishman shrieks in rage and smashes the television. As shards of glass and plastic fly, he vows that Sherlock Holmes will learn who he is – and remember for the rest of his life.
A/N: Dialogue is from "A Study in Pink." Thank you Ariane DeVere for posting transcripts on LiveJournal!