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"Woops. Wrong phone." Moriarty's voice rang around the room and managed to make everyone remain completely still. "I meant to ring the one on the desk for dramatic effect but it's a new toy and I'm getting used to it. Fun though."

"Well. He's definitely not dead then." John muttered quietly, looking at Mycroft who closed his eyes and let out an inaudible sigh.

"Do you like it? I can text or ring anyone from any phone I choose, all on this one gadget thing that I've got. Quite handy really." Moriarty continued. "But I get the feeling you don't really care about that do you?"

"Where is Molly?" Sherlock asked firmly and when Moriarty replied, Mary saw John tense his fist into a ball.

"Oh, you have to go straight to the boring stuff!" Moriarty complained. "Two years and you haven't changed Sherlock. I thought at least killing someone might help with that. Good shot by the way, didn't think you had it in you. I'm impressed."

"Thank you." Sherlock replied coldly.

"You're welcome. Now, try again. And don't be predictable this time." Moriarty's tone was almost as if he were speaking to a child and Mary could see Sherlock's eyes narrow slightly.

"You chose Molly for a reason. You know how I managed to survive jumping off the roof. You know what mistake you made and now you want to amend it. Am I right?" Sherlock asked and they all waited silently for Moriarty to reply. "You made a mistake." Sherlock repeated and they waited again for a few short moments until suddenly the line went dead. Mary looked down at her phone and saw that the call had ended but what she saw next surprised her more than anything else that day had.

"Alright, you got me!" The door to the room swung open suddenly and they all span around to see Moriarty walking towards them, his hands raised in the air. Lady Smallwood stood up, her hands still resting on the desk as Mycroft straightened and raised his chin slightly. Mary heard John's breathing become quicker and she felt him move nearer to her, his body shielding hers slightly from the man who had just walked into the room. If the situation wasn't so serious, she would have smiled at his attempts of being protective.

"I do love to make an entrance. The look on all your faces is priceless. You just can't get that over the phone." Moriarty said, smiling his dark eyes flicking around the room to each of their faces.

"You have just walked into a building full of people that are looking for you Mr Moriarty. We can have you arrested instantly." Lady Smallwood said sternly and both Moriarty and Sherlock rolled their eyes at her comment.

"She does talk nonsense doesn't she?" Moriarty replied before walking over slowly to Sherlock and leaning towards his ear. "You tell her why that's not going to happen Sherlock." He whispered. Sherlock's expression remained stony as he spoke.

"Molly. He has Molly and whilst he has her, he has leverage." He replied and Moriarty nodded beside him.

"But if we let him go, who knows how many people he'll hurt." She argued and Moriarty raised his hands and waved them in the air, his face now wearing a mock scared expression

"Oh no! You must stop the dangerous man! Ahh!" He sang in a high-pitched panicked voice before dropping his arms and raising his head in the air, holding his hand over his eyes in exasperation as he walked into the middle of the room.

"No no no. You don't get it do you? You're talking like you have control but you don't have control of this situation. What you think is meaningless. Your 'power' here is meaningless." Moriarty moaned before moving over to the other side of the desk that Lady Smallwood was leaning on, bending himself towards her. "I have just walked through your building casually in the light of day and no-one noticed me. I have hijacked all of your phones and bypassed every part of your security. I have just come back from the dead and used every single TV in the country to tell everyone. You are not in control here, I am so just SHUT UP!" He shouted suddenly, making everyone jump. "And let the big boys do the talking." He added patronisingly before pausing for a moment and sighing, standing away from the table to face Sherlock again.

"Where is Molly?" Sherlock repeated again calmly and Moriarty walked back over to him.

"She's safe. For now." He replied, walking around him. "I'm starting our game again Sherlock. The fall was a stalemate which was good. We needed a break from each other, it was getting a little tiresome." He walked away from him, now facing John and Mary. "But now it's time to play again. I've made my move so now you'll have to decide yours."

"What does Molly have to do with your game with Sherlock though? She's just a pathologist isn't she?" Mary asked, and Moriarty looked at her with interest.

"Oh yes, Mary Watson. I know all about you." He said, walking towards her slowly, tipping his head from side to side as if studying her. "I probably know more about you than little John here. How does that feel? To know I know your wife better than you do." He taunted and Mary braced herself what what was about to happen.

"You bastard." John hissed and pulled his arm back, his fist tensing, ready to punch Moriarty straight in the face but Mary had already grabbed his arm with both her hands and held it back, shouting his name to stop him just as Sherlock did the same. Moriarty took a step back, his face smiling as a laugh escaped his lips.

"You're always fun John. Taunting you is just so easy." He mocked before taking a step closer to him, leaning his face towards John's. "But I have a feeling that it's going to be more fun breaking you." He added, his voice cold and his stare just as chilling.

"Your mistake Moriarty. You're avoiding it." Sherlock said loudly, breaking Moriarty away from Mary and John.

"Alright, alright! My word, you won't let that go will you?" Moriarty replied before huffing and putting his hands in his pockets, strolling back to the middle of the room again. "My mistake was to ignore the measly little pawn in your game. I let it slip passed me while I focused on your other pieces." He wafted his hand over to where John and Mary were standing. "A silly mistake and one I won't make again." He said, his face and tone serious and Sherlock let a little smile curl one side of his mouth.

"Your mistake was to overlook her but I had always planned on getting her to the edge of the board, on turning her into a main player of the game. I knew you would only focus on three people and that I could use the other two to my advantage. Mycroft and Molly. But Mycroft you had already considered." Sherlock responded, watching Moriarty as he nodded his head and stepped slowly towards him.

"I had. You two aren't exactly the closest and he's pretty well guarded. Too much effort for very little effect." Moriarty said, shrugging afterwards and Mary looked over at Mycroft to see what his reaction was. As always, he was wearing his poker face. "But Molly. Molly was different. She actually matters to you." Moriarty continued, his voice lined with surprise. "I didn't count on that and I underestimated her but like I said, not again." Moriarty added, singing the last two words.

"You said to me that my biggest weakness is needing to see intelligence in everything well yours is always overlooking it." Sherlock said, finally moving and taking a step closer to him. "Molly helped me beat you and all because you missed her." He hissed and Moriarty smiled in his face.

"But you didn't beat me did you Sherlock? Because in case you haven't noticed, I'm still alive. Ta-dah!" He used his hands to outline his body dramatically and opened his mouth wide in a smile. "Oh and on that topic, is no-one going to ask me how I did it? I honestly thought that would be the first thing I got asked but with Molly it was 'where are you taking me?'" Moriarty raised his voice to a high-pitched squeak when mimicking Molly before pulling a face. "Ugh. Boring. That's when I decided to shut her up."

"No-one wants to know how you did it." Moriarty turned over to face John in surprise as he spoke up, the last comment about Molly obviously riling him. "In fact, no-one gives a toss that you're back. All everyone actually wants is for you to disappear again." He finished and Moriarty pulled a hurt expression.

"Oh John. That got me right here." He placed a hand over his heart and shook his head sadly. John stared at him, unamused. "Hurtful thing to say. The thing is, you would be right except that there is one person that missed me. Missed the challenge and the chase." He slowly turned to face Sherlock, his eyes cold and piercing. "Isn't that right Sherlock?" Sherlock met his stare before inhaling deeply.

"What next?" He asked, his voice steady. Moriarty clapped his hands together and smiled widely, striding back over to Sherlock.

"Ooo goody! You'll play will you? Really?" He asked, excitedly. "Good. The next move is yours. I have your queen and soon I'll take down your other pieces. One. By. One." He separated the last words, his head moving from left to right to emphasise each one. "I'm closing in on you Sherlock." He moved past him and stopped at his side before leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Check." The five of them all watched as he strolled to the door.

"Come and get her. She's waiting." Moriarty called before leaving the room, the door closing behind him. Immediately, Lady Smallwood moved her hand to the phone on her desk but before she could even touch it, Sherlock glared at her.

"Don't." He said firmly and she looked at him coldly yet still moved her hand away.

"He is a wanted man and he is in this very building. How can you ask me to let him just walk out of here?" She argued.

"I'm not asking, I am ordering you. If you call your men and have him arrested then there is no hope for Molly at all. As long as he is in the game, she is too. Take him out of it and then she is in trouble." He replied, beginning to pace around the room. "He won't dispose of her until he needs to so we have to find her before that point."

"'Dispose of her'? Sherlock, this is Molly we're talking about not just some random victim! Why can't you just act a little bit human for once?" John asked and Sherlock turned to him, a frustrated expression on his face.

"Because right now I need to think of her as a victim. If I let myself remember that she is alone somewhere, trapped and probably terrified and all because I asked for her help and got her involved in a game she should never have been a part of then I would become careless. I'd start making rash, illogical decisions in a desperate attempt to find her and that won't help Molly. So please just let me do it my way." He replied, his words spilling out quickly and John looked a little taken aback by them. Sherlock had basically just admitted that he cared for Molly and probably more than he would like to.

"Now. Can I go or do I need a police escort or something?" Sherlock asked Lady Smallwood who raised her eyebrows.

"Well, yes I think that would - ." She began but Sherlock waved his hand at her before spinning on his heel and walking away.

"No matter, I already have the right man for the job." He interrupted and walked out of the room, Mary and John following him closely. "John would you call -." He started asking but John had already pulled out his phone.

"You want me to call Greg?" He asked.

"Greg? No. I want you to call Lestrade."


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