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It hadn't been long before the darkness was broken by the blur light of the small lamp. Even though it was still quite dark in there. This light was just enough to wake the brunette who was sitting on the bed, one of his hands resting on his lap while the other one was carelessly lying on the bed. Though he was awake, his eyes were still closed. His eyelids were simply too heavy, he was absolutely exhausted. All of a sudden the door opened and hit the wall with a loud bang. The alarming noise made him jump and open his eyes just in time to see the thin, neat and threatening figure of Jim Moriarty walking in.
"Rise and shine" he announced and nodded to the guards to close the door behind him. Sherlock remained motionless. Moriarty stood in front of Sherlock, holding his hands together behind his back and scanning him with his eyes. It was then when Sherlock remembered the bruise he probably had on his forehead after his "meeting" with the wall the previous night. "Rough night?" Moriarty asked, though he was not expecting for an answer. Sherlock didn't reply. He kept his eyes fixed on the other man's eyes in a surprisingly sharp and focused look even though he was actually quite dizzy.
Moriarty smiled at him, crazy and pleased. "Your sentimental side is repealing," he said "But we will get rid of it soon." he turned to the little table in order to turn the computer on and as he did Sherlock quickly glanced towards the place where his leg hit the table. No blood, that was a good thing. Even if it's a bad bruise, Moriarty won't know about it. Then, carefully, he ran his hand over the bruise on his forehead. It was swollen and had a little open, slightly bleeding wound at the top of it. When he touched it a sharp pain and a slight shiver float quickly through his veins.
He stared at Moriarty's back for a while, he began to think that maybe the computer had a problem when he heard the man say: "That's one nasty bruise you've got there," Moriarty turned around to face him and was now leaning against the table with his arms crossed "What were you trying to do?! Break the wall with your head?!" Sherlock smiled coldly. He could tell that Moriarty knew exactly what had happened.
"Well," Moriarty detached himself from the table and took a step towards him. He stared firmly at Sherlock for few seconds before saying, "What are you waiting for? an invitation?". Sherlock, painfully got up from the bed. Trying as hard as he could to keep his expression cold and calm as he passed Moriarty and set next to the table.
Moriarty followed his every move with his eyes, like a lioness tracking a prey. He turned around to meet Moriarty's virulence eyes looking right through him, as if scanning his mind. They both looked at each other's eyes for a few minutes. Neither of them wanted to be the first one to look away.
All of a sudden the computer made a long beep and both men looked away at once. Sherlock turned his chair around to face it again, and Moriarty didn't move a muscle, his eyeballs just quickly changed their position and were fixed on the screen.
The screen was still black but not for very long. A structure appeared there. Sherlock didn't recall seeing it before but it was oddly familiar. "That's a special one." Moriarty said, Sherlock could sense his excitement. "Do you know what this is?" he asked as if he knew he was not going to get an answer and for some reason that fact seemed to amuse him. When Sherlock kept silent and just stared at it, Moriarty continued. "I did a little digging you see... I thought that if you blew up a place to which you have some sort of 'sentimental' connection it'll help you get rid of that filthy attribute of yours..." Moriarty's tone was almost flat, besides the little hints of excitement Sherlock could spot every now and then. But then again, he was supposed to have a sentimental connection to that place but he didn't even recognized it.
It was a 5 stored building, a bit gray at the outside which meant it was quite old, ten years at least. The windows were opened but the camera's quality was quite bad so he couldn't see the people inside. Though he knew it was close to baker street because he could see some familiar landmarks that he kept seeing during his usual travels from and to the Scotland yard. But he didn't know this building! Moriarty must have got it wrong. But he's never wrong, so what the hell was that place?
