James had his eyes closed and palms together, thinking, when he heard Sue opening a cabinet. "Plates are above the cutting board." he heard her take one. Moriarty opened his eyes and saw her microwave a couple sausages. She looked out at the table "What's all this?", he considered, it didn't matter if she knew, "The plot and characters of Doctor Who, season seven and more.". She let out a laugh "Is this what all last night was about?" He turned to face her. "Excuse you." he sat up and picked up a paper "This right here," he waved it a bit "is an in depth description of the next Doctor's personality.". She looked at it "...Seriously?" He nodded. The microwave finished and she took her plate, sitting on a stool beside the table. Time passed in silence as she ate.
Between Sebastian and he, it was only a matter of time, a couple more days or weeks and they would have Moffat right where they wanted. "What's he like?" Sue interrupted his thought. "The next Doctor, what's he going to be like?". Moriarty no longer detected that trace amount of fear in her voice, curiosity had taken its place. She looked at him again, expecting. "Um. He's sort of a more relaxed version of Eight. Helping people find happiness is his priority again. Well, not that it hasn't been, but let's admit Nine was an angsty diva and Ten was just tragedy after tragedy and then RoseRoseRose oh mah Rose, Eleven was all fun and games, which was endearing, his dark side was really believable, and-" He stopped rambling. Sue raised her eyebrows. "I liked Eight." She said "He was my first Doctor." "He's my Doctor too!" James immediately stopped grinning like an idiot and examined his notebook again. Normal people. He had a live-in already, Sebastian qualified as a little above normal but still, more than one in the house would distract him. The thought of murdering her crossed his mind again, when an idea struck him. "Sue." he said, "I know what I'll do with you." Curiosity vanished, welcoming back the well controlled but obvious tone of fear in her voice. "And what's the plan then?"
"We're going to bring back Donna."
"...That's brilliant, boss." "Oh I know, isn't it?" James knew Sebastian would take to his plan, as simplistic as it was. "So we'll have the girl get into his office and get an imprint of Moffat's keys." "And leave our own season seven outline" "Then" "We'll get into his car and hook up your remote access system" "And the next time the bastard gets in we'll drive him to some warehouse, where we'll propose our deal." James considered his plan "Sebastian, I must admit I'm quite excited." "You sound it, boss." "Hurry home so we can begin!" Moran ended the call.
Sue looked worried "You want me to go back into the studio and take someone's keys?" James turned to her, "No, Moffat can't know anything's up until it's too late. Crafty bastard would be onto us immediately." ... "No." he said "I need you to take an imprint so we can make our own. Also, you'll leave a folder on his desk." She seemed vexed "Is that it?" "Yes, that's what I said." ... "What?" he asked, "Nothing, I was just expecting something a little more gruesome... I don't know... your scrapbook in there made you seem like a murderous freak, the kind who torturers and manipulates people for pleasure." He looked at her coolly "I do torture and manipulate people for pleasure.".
She crossed her arms, "You know, it's all right you shot my physics teacher." her voice was steady "Mrs. Hughes was a huge bitch. I forgive you." She walked back up the stairs leaving James alone.
Sebastian returned a few hours later. He and Moriarty finalized their plans, they would begin tomorrow. The rest of the day was spent analyzing their photographs; there was much more in there than they had originally anticipated, episode outlines for all of season seven and several of eight. The identity of important characters and their various surprising twists. It was enough. Around nine Moran mentioned they should compose Donna's revival plan, it was no difficult task, they already had entire notebooks exploring the possibilities. When Moran wasn't toying with the Holmes boys or busy with consulting, he had fun analyzing Doctor Who. They brought together the best four scenarios; Moffat might be an ass, but they respected him as a writer and allowed him some creative control and decisions. The folder was finished by midnight, Sebastian took a Sharpie and wrote on the cover "RECOLLECTION".
That night James Moriarty had a dream, he was looking out a window onto a street at night. It was raining. Cars passed, he knew where each of them were going because he had tricked them into going there. He looked at a light and it turned green. He looked at a door and it opened. He looked at the building opposite him, in the window across from him was Sue. Under her observation he felt helpless. She stared at him until his window fogged up. He rubbed it away with his hand but she was gone, he looked at the street but she wasn't there. Something behind his chest fell. James woke up in a panic, his face damp.
He went out into the kitchen, it was almost ten o'clock. Sebastian was already awake, as always. "Morning, boss." James yawned and waved in return. Moran gestured to a duffel bag on another seat, "I'm ready to go when you are." It was a Thursday; they did their homework, Moffat would definitely be in today. Moriarty thought for a moment, "Well, there's no reason to wait." Moran stood up "I'll get the girl-" "I'll wake Sue." Sebastian nodded and went out to the garage with the bag. James went up the stairs, he knocked softly on the door. ... "Sue?" ... he opened it. She was asleep on her side, one arm under the pillow. He approached the bed, he could hear her steady breaths; her right arm was tucked beside her, she seemed so tranquil. Like a city early in the morning, the quiet peace was rare and fragile and beautiful, you'd treat it like- Sue stirred in her sleep. James abandoned his thoughts and reached out to rub her shoulder. "Sue," he said "We're going to go now, we need you awake." She opened her eyes and took a second to remember where she was "Oh." was her reply. James stood by the door as she got out of bed "Come along now." "Can I g-" "Seb's taking me to McDonalds, we'll get breakfast there." She followed him out to the van and climbed into the back as James opened it for her. He got in the passenger seat and they rolled out. Moran stopped at the nearest McDonalds and pulled into the drive-through "Welcome to McDonalds, how may I help you?" James whispered to Sebastian "I want an egg mc muffin, a hashbrown thing, and a chocolate milk." as Moran told the speaker Moriarty turned back to Sue "What do you want?" "A sausage mcgriddle." He whispered back to Sebastian "...and a sausage mcgriddle". "And a sausage mcgriddle." "All righty then, that's one egg mc muffin, hashbrown, sausage mcgriddle and chocolate milk, yes?" "Yes." "Ok that'll be £4, your order is waiting in the pick up window. Have a nice day."
Sebastian handed James the bag after checking to be sure it was the correct order. The sandwiches were poorly wrapped bu Moriarty could see the labels, he handed Sue her breakfast and began to eat his own.
Moran drove them into a parking garage on the same block as the studio, parking nearest to the exit. James got out and went to the back, he opened the doors and Sebastian reached in to grab the duffel bag. "Ok, Sue," said Moriarty "This is pretty simple, it won't take ten minutes." Moran handed him a box, "You get into his office and take his keys, all right? And you press it into the foam in the tiny box like this," James modeled it with his fingers "Get both sides of it. Then put his keys right back, and place this on his desk." Sebastian put the folder into his outreached hand, he held it out to her. "...Recollection..." she read "That's how Donna will return." replied Moriarty. She couldn't help but grin "Ok.". "You're doing God's work, Sue.". She took the box and folder, "How will I get into his office I have no idea where it is, and I'd have no business there anyways, people will be suspicious, seeing a chef lurking around the writers floor, trying to break into an office." Sebastian produced an ear piece, James handed it to her. "You will be given step by step instructions, we'll be watching through your cameras." Sue pushed it into her ear. Moriarty spoke into a headset "Is it working all right?" she nodded. "Seb, are we ready?" Moran was sitting in the back with an open laptop, already watching the lobby. "Yes, boss."
"Ok, we'll be here. Go on to the studio now." "If you try to run or speak with anyone about us" Moran added "We will put a crater where your parents house once stood." She grimaced. James watched her walk out of the garage onto the street. Sebastian looked at him. "What?" Moran raised an eyebrow and glanced at Sue then back to him. Moriarty frowned and turned back to the display screen. When Sue had approached the front doors James spoke into the microphone "Enter."
