TheDarkestShinobi: So I may have to put A Good Old Fashioned Story on a temporary break, I somehow lost all of my notes for it and its future plans. So I have to take a step back and plot my trajectory. Enjoy!
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The first time Moriarty hears of Sherlock Holmes' work he silences and retreats into Jim's head. Jim doesn't know what to do with all the free time, but he keeps to his schedule and can't help but wonder about Sherlock Holmes. He digs and digs for information on this man who could make Moriarty shut up. What he finds isn't disappointing. Sherlock's a proper genius. Jim wonders if Sherlock is a weapon he can use, an ally he could make.
Truth is he is not the hero Jim was hoping for or an ally against himself. Sherlock is a rival to Moriarty in brainpower and that is why the other retreated. When Moriarty comes back with such staggering force that Jim falls down, Jim abandons hope for reclaiming his body.
"I'm not done with you." He says to himself as he changes out of jeans into a suit. "I've just," he looks into the mirror to check his present-ability, "found someone more interesting to play with." As he leaves his room he makes sure the network is running smoothly before listening in on a debate Moriarty knows his latest crime will have swayed and pulling up a CTV of Sherlock Holmes.
If Sherlock hadn't been interesting on his own, his brother, Mycroft, would have been enough incentive to play with and test the detective. As it is, Moriarty feels as if he had hit the jackpot. Jim watches as Moriarty follows the man. Jim listens as Moriarty praises the other. He finds amusement in the way Moriarty answers the questions Sherlock directs at his skull. Moriarty keeps track of all of Sherlock's cases but decides he wants more of a challenge for him. He would have to create a case for the other, get him to come out and play. Introducing Jefferson Hope into the equation taught them about Sherlock and introduced his sidekick. They were useful; especially ex-soldiers. He would know; he had one.
He ignored John, as anyone would, because he's a fiercely loyal soldier whose loyalty lies with queen and country, morally sound, good with a gun, but he's not extraordinary. Jim Moriarty was looking for extraordinary and he found it in Sherlock Holmes. John blogged about the cabbie, how cute, a pet, but it didn't tell Moriarty more about Sherlock. He'd need more information.
He brings in the Chinese and watches everything. He watches Sherlock try to find the book and fretting with the police. He is on the side of the angels and Moriarty was trying to bring out the viciousness in him. He saw it with Hope and Moriarty wanted to see it again. He watches Sherlock struggle with an assassin and the hair pin and how his pet seemed to be a weak spot. Interesting. The Chinese kidnapped the pet and his girlfriend and mistook him for Sherlock. How could there even be confusion? He has to have Moran get rid of them once Sherlock succeeds and it puts a bit of a damper on his reach in China but it is well worth it. He learns that Sherlock likes to dance, and that Moriarty would have to find the perfect song.
The blog was useful for one thing, and that was the description of the cell phone the woman had planted on the killer. He did not get to see it so he took the pet's word on it. He called his soldier and set up some clues. Sherlock didn't know about pop culture, or the solar system which would be useful. He could also play with brother dearest who had been annoying of late. It would have to be military codes.
It is perfect.
Dangerous games are the best kind.
…
For all of Moriarty's interest in Sherlock, they decided that Jim would be the one to meet the duo; after all, the best knowledge came firsthand and Moriarty knows he would give himself away. He started a few weeks ago, in IT with Ms. Molly Hooper. She was a nice shy girl and Jim felt bad for leading her on but it was all part of the plan. Everything starts today, the day Moriarty meets Sherlock and Sherlock meets Jim.
"What do I wear?" Jim asks cautiously as he stands by his bed, not wanting to anger the other and lose his temporary freedom.
"Whatever you want." Moriarty answers back as he grabs neon underwear and tan jeans. Jim grabs a white shirt and Moriarty puts on the watch.
"I look like Jim," he smiles quickly and nervously before frowning.
"We are Jim."
There is an explosion. There are five pips. There are shoes in Sherlock's flat building.
"…Office romance." Jim watches Sherlock look over his shoulder and smiles slightly.
"Gay." Sherlock announces and Jim is in awe. He's so smart. Maybe, he could beat Moriarty. Not likely, he tells himself. Molly's smile fades and Jim catches John looking him up and down. Jim is not sure why, but watching John taking him in proved pleasurable and the extra glance his underwear got made him want to blush. Moriarty had no thoughts on him and Jim realized he was being quiet again. Jim stared at Sherlock, the awe from John never fading off of his face. John; standing in perfect parade rest behind him. John, looking so nice with his combed hair and red shirt. Sherlock looks up out of the scope.
"Nothing," he looks over to him. "Um, Hey." Sherlock smiles politely but even Jim can tell it is false. He lets his hands play with each other before resting them on the table and knocking something down. Moriarty seizes the opportunity to slide his number into what he knocked down before replacing it. Moriarty revels in the feel of his rival's eyes on him. Sherlock couldn't see through Jim but Moriarty feels the charge coming from a challenge.
"Well, I better be off," John's arms are crossed now and Jim scratches his arm. Molly looks to him and nods. "I'll see you…" he starts talking to Molly as he turns to watch Sherlock. John is watching the genius too.
"Yeah."
"It was nice to meet you." He says to Sherlock as he rubs his hand along Molly's back. John is looking between the two of them and bids farewell for Sherlock.
Jim and Moriarty look to John in that instant realizing something they both overlooked, John is important. Moriarty knows John is the way to Sherlock, and kidnapping him needs to happen at some point. Jim realizes something else, John and Sherlock make the other quiet and this needs to be explored. For the first time in a while Jim and Moriarty could agree; they needed John.
He leaves. Jim feels the buzz in his head get stronger with every step away from them, but by the time he walks out of the building the buzz fades to a low hum as Moriarty disappears for a few hours, likely to plan the dramatic finally. Jim follows their progress and doesn't know who he wants to watch more; the unassuming pet, who may have more of a bite than bark or the consulting detective, who has been interesting from the very start.
He should have known that Sherlock wouldn't just pick anyone for a pet.
It doesn't take him long to figure out the shoes belong to Carl Powers. The name echoes in Jim's head again and takes him back to oh so many years ago. It takes him back to Mr. Brown and meeting Moriarty. Jim remembers the feeling of bullies, wanting to make sure they never hurt again. He remembers what they disserve. More than that, he remembered the moment he realized he was a bully. Moriarty is too good, too untouchable.
"Seb," Jim shifted the phone against his ear. "I'm going to need you to keep an eye on dear old Dr. Watson."
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