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Moriarty's cold, brown eyes unsuccessfully tried to penetrate the detective's head. Sherlock knew he could not answer John's question, not now, after all he'd done to keep him safe. But he seemed so hurt. 'Come on, Sherlock! pull yourself together!' he thought to himself. He had to make John move from there, the question was how. "Do you see the building in front of you?" he asked, trying as hard as he could to keep his fake, low voice. And John, after a few seconds' pause, confirmed. "Now go there" Sherlock commanded but the little figure on the screen remained motionless. "I'm not making another step until you tell me who the hell you are." John sounded pretty strict, he used his formal voice. And knowing John, Sherlock was certain that he meant it. But there was nothing he could do without giving himself up. 'Oh! Of course!' if he would have been just slightly unfocused or a bit less careful he would have said it out loud. But fortunately he did not. The solution was so simple, he was quite surprised it took him so long. "I don't matter" Sherlock replied, "I'm only the messenger". Sherlock really hoped it was going to work. "Then who's your boss?" John asked, more strict and tense than ever. Sherlock's eyes wondered around the room and met his fellow psychopath's ones. He looked at Sherlock with his threatening look, as if saying 'remember what the rules are' but there was no time for Sherlock to worry about him and his plan wasn't going to defy the rules of the mad man's game anyway, it was too early to resist. "Mycroft Holmes" he returned and watched as the little character on the screen loosen its hold of the stick it held with a slight sigh of relief.

"So please tell Mycroft," John replied angrily, "that if he's willing to meet me I'll be standing right here!" Sherlock's plan started to go sideways and he did not like that. 'Come on John!' he thought 'it's for your own good.' and as he did panic started to rise in his stomach, he didn't want to lose John and Moriarty was getting bored. There was only one thing left to do without blowing his cover. And, having no other choice, Sherlock had to try. "Dr. Watson, please." the cold voice was slightly shaken, "My job depends on you going to meet him there." It was definitely a long shot but knowing John, he was too kind and wouldn't want to be responsible for this poor man's dismissal. Moriarty cleaned his throat quietly so John couldn't hear and pointed with his finger on his wrist, indicating to Sherlock he was running out of patience. Sherlock then faced the screen again, avoiding the bored dangerous eyes. And waited eagerly to hear anything from the other side of the line.

"Fine," to Sherlock's amazement John did exactly as he asked but before he started walking towards the deserted place he added "next time, tell your boss not to use his dead brother's phone when he calls."
"I will" Sherlock returned, almost blowing his cover at the sound of John's voice when he said that sentence. Moriarty rolled his eyes behind Sherlock's back. The fact that the mad man was in the room too was the only reason Sherlock hadn't lost it yet.
John started walking, not knowing that by that he was dooming Sarah. Sherlock tried to find a way to hint to John that he should take Sarah with him but of course Moriarty wouldn't be very approving of that.
John still held the black device to his ear, not saying a word, as if he felt something wasn't right. "Thank you Sir" Sherlock continued with the act, "Goodbye." John still remained silent but after a few seconds he whispered goodbye back at Sherlock and hang up.
The man with the curly hair then rushed to the screen and followed the little, blond figure in the black coat, as it limped far away from the target, and out of danger.

As John got out of the security camera's sight, it turned back to the building. Sarah was still leaning on the wall, thinking. Sherlock would have followed John, but she didn't. She kept staring at him but didn't make any movement. Sherlock tried to understand why but Moriarty stopped his train of thoughts. "No time for that Sherlock. As you so nicely put it dear," he said "The game is on!"