Masquerade
Chapter 4- Musical Interlude
Lestrade sat at Leroux desk while she leafed through the old files. She read the report of The Phantom's supposed murder a few times to make sure she understood the details. A few things didn't add up.
According the Count, he was walking down La Rue Scribe when he spotted a masked man manhandling a beautiful young woman. Being a gentleman, he walked up to assist the young woman. He and The Phantom struggled while the young woman got away. The phantom tried to pursue her and The Count shot him a few times. The Count had taken off The Phantom's cloak and was about to unmask the man when he was attacked again by an unknown assailant. He ran off and went straight to the police station. Something wasn't right.
Beth sighed as she put down the affidavit and picked up the DNA report on the cape. Her brow furrowed as she read the results. Something definitely wasn't right. According to the report, three different DNA sequences were found on the cloak. One belonging to the Count was found in trace amounts. One of the others was found in massive amount and was conclude to belong to The Phantom. The last one was similar to the Phantom's DNA and was found in one spot in the front of the cloak. It was unidentified much like the Phantom's.
But how could that be? Everyone's genetic profile was registered with the world's governments. It made for easy identifications of people who couldn't be identify otherwise. She puzzled over the matter that she didn't hear Leroux approach.
"What's wrong, Beth?" He asked, snapping Lestrade out of her thoughts.
"This DNA report. How could someone slip through the cracks like that?"
Leroux thought for a moment and then answered, "Actually it's not that hard. When you are born your DNA is collected and catalogued for easy identification later. Hospitals and doctors are responsible for that. However that's assuming that every baby is born in a hospital or in the presence of a doctor."
"Are you saying there are children who born with out medical assistance? Isn't that dangerous?"
"It can be. But if there is a midwife present, then it's just like being in a hospital. Except there's no one to take the DNA sample. And when you try to get an ID on some?"
"There isn't a match. So The Phantom really is a ghost to the outside world. Wait, there has to be a written birth record."
Leroux smiled at his niece and nodded. He could at least point her in the right direction. He suggested, "A little bit of lying and someone could slip through the cracks."
Lestrade smiled brightly, "I have to visit the Public Records office. If Sherlock or Watson come looking for me that's where I'll be."
Before Leroux could answer, she was out the door. He smiled wider. She was just like her father.
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Since no one was at the Opera House today. Nadir descended into the depths of the theater. He walked slowly and silently so no one could follow him. His one arm was raised to the level of his eyes. He soon came to the fifth cellar and stared at the lake that appeared before him. Lowering his arm, he walked to an awaiting boat. As he was about to set sail when a figure jumped out at him.
"Boo!" The figure shouted. Nadir was so startled; he lost his balance and fell over board into the lake. Musical laughter echoed over the lake. Nadir glared at his masked friend. He stood up and went to walk towards the laughing Phantom. Only the lake had other ideas when he fell down face first into the murky waters. The Phantom laughed even harder.
"Nadir, you should see yourself." The Phantom chuckled softly.
"You are not funny, Noir." Nadir growled when he finally got his balance back. The Phantom smiled brightly from the boat. It flicked a lock of its long dark hair over its shoulder.
"So, what did you find out?" The Phantom asked.
"I'm not sure if I should tell you now."
"Ah, come on. You always did hold a grudge. I remember when we were in school."
"So do I. You always got us into trouble."
"You always got us out. So what is happening in the mortal realm?"
"Fine, Monsieur Holmes spent the day in the library researching your family history. I think he has discovered the connection between the Noirs and the de Chagnies."
"We'll see how good he is if he could tie it to our present situation. Continue."
"Inspector Lestrade has been investigating your father's demise or at least that what I overheard Holmes telling that robot who was with him."
"Ah, Watson."
"Who?"
"The robot's name is Watson. He is very polite."
"You met him?!"
"Not directly, if you catch my drift."
"Unfortunately I do. Calotte quit today after someone taped her dressing room door shut."
"Actually it was glued shut."
"You had a part in it, didn't you?"
"I made the glue, old friend. And the solvent that we used to open the door back up. It was my strongest yet."
"Mon Dieu. I hope you never walk on the side of the devils. The world won't survive it."
The Phantom rolled its eyes, "Whatever. How did the Count take it?"
"He was very upset with the company. However he isn't backing down either. He is demanding that the Firmins find the culprit."
"Right. Like they can."
"I'm not going there since they pay my bills." Nadir stated firmly, "I also want to register my complaint about your plan tonight."
"What's wrong with it now?"
"I don't want you to put yourself in foolish danger. Moriarty is a dangerous criminal mastermind."
"He is also seeking me. Nadir, how long until he starts showing up at the Opera looking for me? Before things start to happen and innocents are killed or injured because he wants to lure me out?"
"A noble sentiment from someone who claims to be born in darkness."
"And I will die in darkness. But that doesn't mean others will have to suffer my fate."
"I just don't trust him."
"He is like Holmes, a Victorian Gentleman. He may be on the wrong side of the law, but he is still a gentleman. So am I. I think I can make it through dinner with him. Don't worry, Nadir, neither do I. That's why I want you and Danesh to be present in case anything happens."
Nadir sighed as he stood on the shore, "You think of everything, don't you?"
The Phantom only smiled, "Now I have to get ready for my meeting. I will see you there at about 7:30."
"I don't have a choice, do I?"
The Phantom laughed, "None, old friend."
With that said the Phantom set sail across the lake towards its home. Nadir shook his head. Little water drops fell from it. Nadir sighed, he should hurry home to change and convince his partner to join him later on. He started back up the stairs.
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Sherlock shifted through the old books in the Opera's library. He glanced at his watch. The Arabian man hadn't been by in awhile. That was a good thing. Holmes didn't like the feeling of being watched intently when he worked. In fact, he nearly figured out who the original Phantom was and how he got to live in the Opera House.
Erik Noir was a genius of a man with only one problem; his was horrible disfigured in the face. He enjoyed music and poured his heart into the construction of the Opera House. According to the archives, that Erik disappeared shortly before the Opera House was complete. The records do not devolve what his fate was. Holmes has a hunch about what happened to him. The events that took place fifteen years later proved it to him.
Sherlock even learned about the fate of Miss Daae. She died after a performance of a rare affliction. However, no one even knew that she was sick. He remembered hearing her in London during one of her rare trips outside of Paris. She was a true artist with her ability to become the character and emulate their thoughts and feeling to the audience. Sherlock closed his eyes and he could still hear her voice sing The Jewel Song from Faust. The song changed from the aria to a slow song. He frowned when he could place the song. Suddenly he realized that it wasn't a memory that the song was coming from. Someone was singing it now. Intrigued, he followed the voice.
/ You are sunlight And I moon Joined by the gods Of Fortune Mid night and high noon Sharing the sky We have been blessed You and I /
Sherlock walked out on to the giant stage. The beautiful voice echoed all around him. Mesmerized he tried to figure out where it came from. He looked up at the catwalk trying to see if someone was up there. Nothing but the ropes greeted his sight. The song continued softly. Sherlock thought he saw a flicker of movement off in the opposite wing. Sherlock ran towards it.
/ You came here like a mystery I'm from a world That so different from All that you are How in the light of One night did we come so far /
As Sherlock turned a corner, he crashed into Watson. Both steadied themselves. Watson straightened his cloak. The voice continued to sing its song.
"Holmes I was just looking for you. Inspector Lestrade just contacted me." Watson started.
"Watson, Can you tell me where that voice is coming from?" Sherlock asked quickly.
"Of course, Holmes." Watson stated seriously and pause before answering, "The lobby area, it's a female by it's atonement."
"Come we don't have a moment to lose. We yet met the Opera Ghost."
Sherlock took off for the lobby area. Watson sighed as best he could and followed. He didn't know what was so special about finding out who was singing. Being a robot, he was immune to the spell that the singer was weaving.
/ Outside day starts to dawn Your moon still floats on high The birds awake The stars still shine My hands still shake I reach for you And we meet in the sky /
Sherlock reached the lobby in record time. He froze to see a young woman dressed in a long black dress walk through the lobby singing. She paused in her song. Sherlock felt himself begin to surface from the spell he was under. He hadn't felt that way since Miss Daae's performance centuries ago. The woman turned towards the Painting of Miss Daae. Sherlock could see her hair was a dark brown color in style on her head similar to Miss Daae's and secured with a black ribbon. He was a bout to walk towards her when she turned towards him. Her face was identical to Miss Daae's, right down to her startling blue eyes. The woman smiled at him and finished her song.
/ You are sunlight And I moon Joined here Brightening the sky With the flame Of love Made of sunlight Moonlight /
Sherlock blinked and found the woman to be gone. Watson joined his side momentarily. Sherlock pushed a hand through his sandy blonde hair. Was there two Phantoms running around? The Phantom himself and Christine Daae. Two different entities haunting the same place trying to find each other. Sherlock looked at Watson.
"I suppose you didn't see the woman leave, did you?" Sherlock asked
"No, Holmes." Watson answered, "Now Inspector Lestrade has found some things of interest that may help. She is waiting for us at the hotel."
"Of course, let me get my things from the library." Holmes stated as he began to walk away. He took one last look at the lobby for any sign of the woman. Finding nothing he walked away with Watson by his side.
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Moriarty in a disguise entered Le Restaurant d'Harmonie at 8 o'clock. The Restaurant was fashioned with a dance floor in the center which was surrounded by table. To the left of the door was a set of stairs that lead to the second floor dining area. The place was packed with customers. Many were members of local theater groups including the Paris opera Company. A young man with wavy brown hair walked up to him.
"Can I help you, Monsieur?" The young man asked.
"I'm here to meet with some one from The Opera House?" Moriarty remarked carefully, not sure how much to reveal. The man understood and frowned.
"Are you a professor?" The man questioned and when Moriarty nodded, he sighed, "Your host asked me to look out for you. Please follow me."
The young man walked through the tables to a secluded area led to several rooms. A few had a heavy curtain drawn closed to give their occupants some privacy. Moriarty had to acknowledge The Phantom's wisdom of picking a secluded place. The man stood to the side when they reached a small room lit by candlelight. Moriarty stepped in and nearly dropped through the floor. Sitting at the table, absorbed in a book, sat a striking young woman with dark brown hair.
Moriarty turned to the young man and grabbed his by his shirt, "Where is The Phantom?"
"Monsieur, please this where he should be?" The young stammered.
"Put him down, Professuer Moriarty. He didn't lead you to the wrong place." The woman spoke softly. Moriarty dropped the man intrigued by the woman's statement. As he walked back into the room, he could see a small smile playing around her mouth. She put her book down and picked her glass of white wine.
"Please sit, Professuer Moriarty. It seems we have much to discuss." she stated before taking a sip of her wine, "I hope you don't mind but I order a bottle of vintage Pinot Grigio. If you would prefer something else, do not hesitate to ask for it."
"I would like to know who you are for starters." Moriarty demanded as he sat down. Her eyes met his and Moriarty had a feeling of déjà vu.
"My name is Erika Noir." Erika smiled as she extended her hand to him. Moriarty gently took it, unsure of how to play it. Finally breeding broke through and he placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Erika's cheeks were tinged pink when she pulled it back. Her next words brought a small smile to his lips.
"I'm glad to meet a man with good manners and I'm not related to him for once." Erika grinned.
"The last time I kissed a woman's hand, I got called a clone head." Moriarty stated.
"That's a shame." Erika sighed, "There are so little people in the world have class."
Moriarty nodded and decided to change the subject, "Now I was led to believe that the Phantom was going to meet me. Where is he?"
Erika smiled in a mysterious way like she knew something he didn't, "The Phantom decided last minute that he couldn't put himself at risk with the Count currently calling for his blood. So he asked me to meet with you and give you a message."
With that said Erika reached into her purse and pulled out a letter. She handed to Moriarty. Moriarty took it and began to open it eager to read what the Phantom had to say. He stopped himself. It would be rude to ignore Erika. Erika seemed to know where his thoughts lay and motioned that he continue with his task. Moriarty smiled his thanks and opened the letter. He scanned it twice and sighed. Folding it back up, he looked at Erika again. The Phantom made his feelings quite clear. Moriarty cleared his throat to get her attention. Erika back at him and sat a little straighter.
"I'm sorry. Someone I don't particular care for walked in." Erika said calmly as she picked up her wine again.
Moriarty nodded and decided to continue on with his plan, "The Phantom has great confidence in you. He informed me to talk to you as if I was talking to him."
Erika smirked, "It must be hard for you to treat a woman as an equal."
It was Moriarty's turn to smirk, "Not at all. I learned early, never underestimate anyone not matter their gender."
"I stand corrected. Sorry. What is troubling you about this arrangement?"
"I prefer to make my proposal in person."
"In The Phantom's presence? You'll get your chance; if you can convince me he should accept it. Think of me as the door to the Phantom."
"An interesting analogy."
"But true. Now tell me why you are seeking the Phantom."
Before Moriarty could answer a shadow fell across the table. Standing in the doorway was a tall blonde haired man. He was dressed in what would pass for high fashion these days. He was smiling charmingly, but it never reached his eyes. He was focused solely on Erika. Erika flashed Moriarty a reassuring smile before she turned to face the man. Her eyes narrowed on the young man. They stared at each other for a longtime. Tension filled that small room.
The man spoke up first, "Erika, what a pleasant surprise. I thought you were dead."
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A/N: The song is "Sun and Moon" from the opera, Miss Saigon.
Lestrade sat at Leroux desk while she leafed through the old files. She read the report of The Phantom's supposed murder a few times to make sure she understood the details. A few things didn't add up.
According the Count, he was walking down La Rue Scribe when he spotted a masked man manhandling a beautiful young woman. Being a gentleman, he walked up to assist the young woman. He and The Phantom struggled while the young woman got away. The phantom tried to pursue her and The Count shot him a few times. The Count had taken off The Phantom's cloak and was about to unmask the man when he was attacked again by an unknown assailant. He ran off and went straight to the police station. Something wasn't right.
Beth sighed as she put down the affidavit and picked up the DNA report on the cape. Her brow furrowed as she read the results. Something definitely wasn't right. According to the report, three different DNA sequences were found on the cloak. One belonging to the Count was found in trace amounts. One of the others was found in massive amount and was conclude to belong to The Phantom. The last one was similar to the Phantom's DNA and was found in one spot in the front of the cloak. It was unidentified much like the Phantom's.
But how could that be? Everyone's genetic profile was registered with the world's governments. It made for easy identifications of people who couldn't be identify otherwise. She puzzled over the matter that she didn't hear Leroux approach.
"What's wrong, Beth?" He asked, snapping Lestrade out of her thoughts.
"This DNA report. How could someone slip through the cracks like that?"
Leroux thought for a moment and then answered, "Actually it's not that hard. When you are born your DNA is collected and catalogued for easy identification later. Hospitals and doctors are responsible for that. However that's assuming that every baby is born in a hospital or in the presence of a doctor."
"Are you saying there are children who born with out medical assistance? Isn't that dangerous?"
"It can be. But if there is a midwife present, then it's just like being in a hospital. Except there's no one to take the DNA sample. And when you try to get an ID on some?"
"There isn't a match. So The Phantom really is a ghost to the outside world. Wait, there has to be a written birth record."
Leroux smiled at his niece and nodded. He could at least point her in the right direction. He suggested, "A little bit of lying and someone could slip through the cracks."
Lestrade smiled brightly, "I have to visit the Public Records office. If Sherlock or Watson come looking for me that's where I'll be."
Before Leroux could answer, she was out the door. He smiled wider. She was just like her father.
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Since no one was at the Opera House today. Nadir descended into the depths of the theater. He walked slowly and silently so no one could follow him. His one arm was raised to the level of his eyes. He soon came to the fifth cellar and stared at the lake that appeared before him. Lowering his arm, he walked to an awaiting boat. As he was about to set sail when a figure jumped out at him.
"Boo!" The figure shouted. Nadir was so startled; he lost his balance and fell over board into the lake. Musical laughter echoed over the lake. Nadir glared at his masked friend. He stood up and went to walk towards the laughing Phantom. Only the lake had other ideas when he fell down face first into the murky waters. The Phantom laughed even harder.
"Nadir, you should see yourself." The Phantom chuckled softly.
"You are not funny, Noir." Nadir growled when he finally got his balance back. The Phantom smiled brightly from the boat. It flicked a lock of its long dark hair over its shoulder.
"So, what did you find out?" The Phantom asked.
"I'm not sure if I should tell you now."
"Ah, come on. You always did hold a grudge. I remember when we were in school."
"So do I. You always got us into trouble."
"You always got us out. So what is happening in the mortal realm?"
"Fine, Monsieur Holmes spent the day in the library researching your family history. I think he has discovered the connection between the Noirs and the de Chagnies."
"We'll see how good he is if he could tie it to our present situation. Continue."
"Inspector Lestrade has been investigating your father's demise or at least that what I overheard Holmes telling that robot who was with him."
"Ah, Watson."
"Who?"
"The robot's name is Watson. He is very polite."
"You met him?!"
"Not directly, if you catch my drift."
"Unfortunately I do. Calotte quit today after someone taped her dressing room door shut."
"Actually it was glued shut."
"You had a part in it, didn't you?"
"I made the glue, old friend. And the solvent that we used to open the door back up. It was my strongest yet."
"Mon Dieu. I hope you never walk on the side of the devils. The world won't survive it."
The Phantom rolled its eyes, "Whatever. How did the Count take it?"
"He was very upset with the company. However he isn't backing down either. He is demanding that the Firmins find the culprit."
"Right. Like they can."
"I'm not going there since they pay my bills." Nadir stated firmly, "I also want to register my complaint about your plan tonight."
"What's wrong with it now?"
"I don't want you to put yourself in foolish danger. Moriarty is a dangerous criminal mastermind."
"He is also seeking me. Nadir, how long until he starts showing up at the Opera looking for me? Before things start to happen and innocents are killed or injured because he wants to lure me out?"
"A noble sentiment from someone who claims to be born in darkness."
"And I will die in darkness. But that doesn't mean others will have to suffer my fate."
"I just don't trust him."
"He is like Holmes, a Victorian Gentleman. He may be on the wrong side of the law, but he is still a gentleman. So am I. I think I can make it through dinner with him. Don't worry, Nadir, neither do I. That's why I want you and Danesh to be present in case anything happens."
Nadir sighed as he stood on the shore, "You think of everything, don't you?"
The Phantom only smiled, "Now I have to get ready for my meeting. I will see you there at about 7:30."
"I don't have a choice, do I?"
The Phantom laughed, "None, old friend."
With that said the Phantom set sail across the lake towards its home. Nadir shook his head. Little water drops fell from it. Nadir sighed, he should hurry home to change and convince his partner to join him later on. He started back up the stairs.
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Sherlock shifted through the old books in the Opera's library. He glanced at his watch. The Arabian man hadn't been by in awhile. That was a good thing. Holmes didn't like the feeling of being watched intently when he worked. In fact, he nearly figured out who the original Phantom was and how he got to live in the Opera House.
Erik Noir was a genius of a man with only one problem; his was horrible disfigured in the face. He enjoyed music and poured his heart into the construction of the Opera House. According to the archives, that Erik disappeared shortly before the Opera House was complete. The records do not devolve what his fate was. Holmes has a hunch about what happened to him. The events that took place fifteen years later proved it to him.
Sherlock even learned about the fate of Miss Daae. She died after a performance of a rare affliction. However, no one even knew that she was sick. He remembered hearing her in London during one of her rare trips outside of Paris. She was a true artist with her ability to become the character and emulate their thoughts and feeling to the audience. Sherlock closed his eyes and he could still hear her voice sing The Jewel Song from Faust. The song changed from the aria to a slow song. He frowned when he could place the song. Suddenly he realized that it wasn't a memory that the song was coming from. Someone was singing it now. Intrigued, he followed the voice.
/ You are sunlight And I moon Joined by the gods Of Fortune Mid night and high noon Sharing the sky We have been blessed You and I /
Sherlock walked out on to the giant stage. The beautiful voice echoed all around him. Mesmerized he tried to figure out where it came from. He looked up at the catwalk trying to see if someone was up there. Nothing but the ropes greeted his sight. The song continued softly. Sherlock thought he saw a flicker of movement off in the opposite wing. Sherlock ran towards it.
/ You came here like a mystery I'm from a world That so different from All that you are How in the light of One night did we come so far /
As Sherlock turned a corner, he crashed into Watson. Both steadied themselves. Watson straightened his cloak. The voice continued to sing its song.
"Holmes I was just looking for you. Inspector Lestrade just contacted me." Watson started.
"Watson, Can you tell me where that voice is coming from?" Sherlock asked quickly.
"Of course, Holmes." Watson stated seriously and pause before answering, "The lobby area, it's a female by it's atonement."
"Come we don't have a moment to lose. We yet met the Opera Ghost."
Sherlock took off for the lobby area. Watson sighed as best he could and followed. He didn't know what was so special about finding out who was singing. Being a robot, he was immune to the spell that the singer was weaving.
/ Outside day starts to dawn Your moon still floats on high The birds awake The stars still shine My hands still shake I reach for you And we meet in the sky /
Sherlock reached the lobby in record time. He froze to see a young woman dressed in a long black dress walk through the lobby singing. She paused in her song. Sherlock felt himself begin to surface from the spell he was under. He hadn't felt that way since Miss Daae's performance centuries ago. The woman turned towards the Painting of Miss Daae. Sherlock could see her hair was a dark brown color in style on her head similar to Miss Daae's and secured with a black ribbon. He was a bout to walk towards her when she turned towards him. Her face was identical to Miss Daae's, right down to her startling blue eyes. The woman smiled at him and finished her song.
/ You are sunlight And I moon Joined here Brightening the sky With the flame Of love Made of sunlight Moonlight /
Sherlock blinked and found the woman to be gone. Watson joined his side momentarily. Sherlock pushed a hand through his sandy blonde hair. Was there two Phantoms running around? The Phantom himself and Christine Daae. Two different entities haunting the same place trying to find each other. Sherlock looked at Watson.
"I suppose you didn't see the woman leave, did you?" Sherlock asked
"No, Holmes." Watson answered, "Now Inspector Lestrade has found some things of interest that may help. She is waiting for us at the hotel."
"Of course, let me get my things from the library." Holmes stated as he began to walk away. He took one last look at the lobby for any sign of the woman. Finding nothing he walked away with Watson by his side.
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Moriarty in a disguise entered Le Restaurant d'Harmonie at 8 o'clock. The Restaurant was fashioned with a dance floor in the center which was surrounded by table. To the left of the door was a set of stairs that lead to the second floor dining area. The place was packed with customers. Many were members of local theater groups including the Paris opera Company. A young man with wavy brown hair walked up to him.
"Can I help you, Monsieur?" The young man asked.
"I'm here to meet with some one from The Opera House?" Moriarty remarked carefully, not sure how much to reveal. The man understood and frowned.
"Are you a professor?" The man questioned and when Moriarty nodded, he sighed, "Your host asked me to look out for you. Please follow me."
The young man walked through the tables to a secluded area led to several rooms. A few had a heavy curtain drawn closed to give their occupants some privacy. Moriarty had to acknowledge The Phantom's wisdom of picking a secluded place. The man stood to the side when they reached a small room lit by candlelight. Moriarty stepped in and nearly dropped through the floor. Sitting at the table, absorbed in a book, sat a striking young woman with dark brown hair.
Moriarty turned to the young man and grabbed his by his shirt, "Where is The Phantom?"
"Monsieur, please this where he should be?" The young stammered.
"Put him down, Professuer Moriarty. He didn't lead you to the wrong place." The woman spoke softly. Moriarty dropped the man intrigued by the woman's statement. As he walked back into the room, he could see a small smile playing around her mouth. She put her book down and picked her glass of white wine.
"Please sit, Professuer Moriarty. It seems we have much to discuss." she stated before taking a sip of her wine, "I hope you don't mind but I order a bottle of vintage Pinot Grigio. If you would prefer something else, do not hesitate to ask for it."
"I would like to know who you are for starters." Moriarty demanded as he sat down. Her eyes met his and Moriarty had a feeling of déjà vu.
"My name is Erika Noir." Erika smiled as she extended her hand to him. Moriarty gently took it, unsure of how to play it. Finally breeding broke through and he placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Erika's cheeks were tinged pink when she pulled it back. Her next words brought a small smile to his lips.
"I'm glad to meet a man with good manners and I'm not related to him for once." Erika grinned.
"The last time I kissed a woman's hand, I got called a clone head." Moriarty stated.
"That's a shame." Erika sighed, "There are so little people in the world have class."
Moriarty nodded and decided to change the subject, "Now I was led to believe that the Phantom was going to meet me. Where is he?"
Erika smiled in a mysterious way like she knew something he didn't, "The Phantom decided last minute that he couldn't put himself at risk with the Count currently calling for his blood. So he asked me to meet with you and give you a message."
With that said Erika reached into her purse and pulled out a letter. She handed to Moriarty. Moriarty took it and began to open it eager to read what the Phantom had to say. He stopped himself. It would be rude to ignore Erika. Erika seemed to know where his thoughts lay and motioned that he continue with his task. Moriarty smiled his thanks and opened the letter. He scanned it twice and sighed. Folding it back up, he looked at Erika again. The Phantom made his feelings quite clear. Moriarty cleared his throat to get her attention. Erika back at him and sat a little straighter.
"I'm sorry. Someone I don't particular care for walked in." Erika said calmly as she picked up her wine again.
Moriarty nodded and decided to continue on with his plan, "The Phantom has great confidence in you. He informed me to talk to you as if I was talking to him."
Erika smirked, "It must be hard for you to treat a woman as an equal."
It was Moriarty's turn to smirk, "Not at all. I learned early, never underestimate anyone not matter their gender."
"I stand corrected. Sorry. What is troubling you about this arrangement?"
"I prefer to make my proposal in person."
"In The Phantom's presence? You'll get your chance; if you can convince me he should accept it. Think of me as the door to the Phantom."
"An interesting analogy."
"But true. Now tell me why you are seeking the Phantom."
Before Moriarty could answer a shadow fell across the table. Standing in the doorway was a tall blonde haired man. He was dressed in what would pass for high fashion these days. He was smiling charmingly, but it never reached his eyes. He was focused solely on Erika. Erika flashed Moriarty a reassuring smile before she turned to face the man. Her eyes narrowed on the young man. They stared at each other for a longtime. Tension filled that small room.
The man spoke up first, "Erika, what a pleasant surprise. I thought you were dead."
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A/N: The song is "Sun and Moon" from the opera, Miss Saigon.