The Reichenbach Fall

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Not ten minutes later, the three friends were all dressed and in the back of a cab, on their way to the Tower of London, Sherlock having text Lestrade to let him know they were on their way.

The ride was quiet as they all sat, lost in their own thoughts.

Sherlock was wondering what the insane criminal could be planning to have so openly committed a crime, only to be caught far too easily.

John, while worried about what could be coming with the return of Jim Moriarty, was more concerned with his friends for the moment. Last time Moriarty had come out to play he and Sherlock had had a blazing row, people had died and Rose's brother had been kidnapped and held as one of several hostages that were forced to be the voice of the chaotic criminal. More than that though, what had really concerned him was Rose; as they had left, she had caught him for a second, handing him a twenty-pound note.

For the first time since he'd known her, she'd conceded their bet, obviously wanting to put her full focus on the matter at hand. This had worried John more than he'd expected as Moriarty was caught now; behind bars, in cuffs, and out of society where he could cause the harm he had done before.

Rose however was under no such pretence that Moriarty wasn't anywhere other than exactly where he wanted to be. Why, she didn't know yet. Why else would he do something like this though, she thought.

I'll burn the heart out of you...

Remembering the surety in his words from when they'd last seen him, the threat only seemed more real now that he had indeed resurfaced.

Only the slowing of the car seemed to pull any of them from their own minds, Rose throwing a few notes at the driver as they all jumped out and headed towards Lestrade who was waiting outside for them, a grim expression on his face.

"Hey Greg," John greeted.

"Hi guys, this is..." He started before his eyebrows pulled up as he lost his words. "I don't even know what the hell this is. It looks like he tried to steal the crown jewels."

Rose's eyes bulged at his words. "You're kidding. This isn't a corner shop where you can just walk in and walk out with the jewels stuffed in your coat."

Lestrade brought his hands up as he looked more confused than ever, turning to take them inside as he replied. "I haven't a clue what he was thinking, but it's what it looked like."

John and Rose shared a look as they followed Sherlock, who was yet to say a word as they all headed inside.

Following Lestrade through the maze of corridors, the man himself started to tell them what had happened. "It looks like he came in as a tourist but that's where it starts to get weird."

"Weird how?" Rose questioned.

"The place went into lock-down." Lestrade told them.

Rose pulled an obvious face. "..because he tried to steal the crown jewels."

"It went into lock-down, before he did anything." Lestrade clarified, throwing her a light glare for her tone. "And that's not all."

"What else?" Sherlock asked, trying to get as much information as he could.

"Pentonville Prison's had a break in." Lestrade added.

Eyes wide, John swore under his breath, hoping they managed to get the situation under control.

Rose noticed the DI's tone though. "That's not all of it though, is it?"

"There's more?!" John asked, wondering how far this madness went.

"Yeah..." Lestrade sighed, turning the corner and opening the door to the security office, holding it open for them as they walked in. "Bank of England's had a break in to."

"Bank of England?" John said, hoping it was a joke. "The Bank of England?"

"Yes, The Bank of England." Lestrade grumbled. "And we don't know how the hell he's done it, but it all happened at the same damn time, so it has to be connected, right?"

"It's him." Sherlock confirmed, tone dark as he approached the man sat at the monitors; the poor security manager looked like he was certainly having a very bad day. "Show me the tape."

Crowding around the screens, they waited impatiently as the security manager rewound the footage and let it play.

It showed the crown jewels displayed elegantly on a regal chair; the entire display encased in a large glass box sat atop several panels of lights. As it played, they saw Moriarty scrawl on the glass before sticking something to it.

Pointing at the screen, Lestrade spoke it. "That glass is tougher than anything."

"Not tougher than crystallised carbon." Sherlock corrected, eyes glued to the screen as he took in every single details.

"He used a diamond..." Rose added, finishing off the train of thought as she tried to read the writing backwards. "Can we get another angle on the glass before it smashed?"

Nodding quickly, the security manager took control of the computer, changing the camera that was displaying to one that had an angle over the back of the chair. Rewinding it a little, he froze it just before the point on impact.

GET SHERLOCK

"Hu..." Rose frowned, seeing the little scribble in the O of Sherlock. "Smiley face is a bit much, don't you think?"

Lestrade just looked at her as though – of all the things that had happened that day – that was the strangest thing he'd seen. "That's what your take away from that is?!"

"To be fair, we already know he's a bit obsessed with Sherlock," John defended, though it didn't make this situation any lighter.

Lestrade only frowned deeper. "Well, we've got him now, and there's no chance he's getting away with any of this. We caught him red handed stealing the crown jewels for Christ's sake."

Rose and John just shared a look before looking to their friend, who was unusually quiet and still staring at the screen. They all knew that if Moriarty wanted to get out of jail, he could – especially after today.