A/N: Two chapters today to make up for lost time. The Sherlock Holmes series belongs to ACD. Sherlock series belongs to Moffat and Gatiss. All original characters and story belong to me.

"She said it wouldn't take long," Sherlock said impatiently.

"Well, you know how girls are with their primping and all. She's probably putting on her makeup and wig, too," Professor Baker assured Sherlock. Sherlock simply shook his head.

"I can't believe she's playing me. Why?"

"'Cause she's fairly tall and thin," one student chimed in.

"And pale," another added.

"And she's good at doing voices," a third affirmed. Sherlock turned to them, confused.

"Voices?"

"Yeah, she's good at imitating people. Really good. If you weren't looking close enough, or didn't know her personally, you'd swear she was a bloke!"

Okay, that was probably the weirdest thing to have happen to me in a while... Sydney thought as she roused herself into conciousness. She found it hard to move, since she was sitting bound to a chair. As she looked about, the room she was in was completely bare. Concrete. The only way in or out, supposedly, was one door on the other side of the room.

A door whose knob was turning.

Sydney mentally braced herself for who was to enter the room. Okay, Syd. Whoever it was that took you, took you because they must have thought you were SH. If I keep up the facade, they might torture me or something. If I tell them I'm not him, that I'm just some college girl, they might kill me.

What lovely options I've got.

The door fully opened and the man she'd met in the forensics lab walked in.

"You?" Sydney-as-Sherlock asked. The man nodded.

"Name's Professor Coaster. You're Sherlock Holmes, ain't you?" Sydney-as-Sherlock nodded.

"Yes. Why did you feel the need to kidnap me?" Sydney-as-Sherlock asked the professor. Professor Coaster smirked.

"'Cause you were meddling. If you weren't on the case, I might actually get things done."

"So, you were the one that murdered the student?" Professor Coaster shook his head.

"No, that was someone else. But, I provided the blood bag."

"Right. And you lied about it when I met you. You said it was type A. But Baker's blood type is O. Right then, I knew you were involved."

"But you don't know who else is, do you?"

"I would care to know. There's not been much in the way of a list of suspects." Okay, he doesn't seem to suspect anything. Just got to keep stalling...

"Well, I've made a 'friend' lately. One who says'll fix all my problems. Especially with Baker." Sydney-as-Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"So you do have a grudge against him?"

"Yes. One that goes back years and years. He stole my dream girl." Sydney thought back to Professor Baker. She remembered he'd been married for several years. "It was the winter dance. We were going to go as dates. I was going to tell her I loved her that night. But then, she met him. She immediately was drawn to him. She basically abandoned me for him. I hate him for it."

"So, you've held your jealousy for years, harboring it until the right opportunity came to take revenge?" Syndey-as-Sherlock inquired. Professor Coaster nodded.

"That's it. Though, I was going to let go of it... until Baker was hired here. Then it all came flooding back. I hate the man. So much. I want to see him suffer."

"So you had an innocent boy killed for your own designs?" Coaster laughed.

"Hardly innocent. The kid was an arse. To just about all of Baker's students. Eventually, the kid got round to insulting Baker himself. While I like anyone who doesn't like Baker, I had to use him to put Baker in suspicion."

"You had to? Did you want to?" Coaster went silent for a while. He stared at his captive with a look that slowly evolved into one of great remorse.

"...No," he said finally. "I didn't want to. But I needed to. I had to find some way of framing Baker. So, my friend helped me out..."

"By committing a crime you couldn't bring yourself to. You couldn't possibly have done so. You can't bring yourself to murder someone. Not even Baker."

"How do you know that? You don't know what lengths I'd go to to get what I want!" Coaster yelled, looking ready to strangle who he thought was Sherlock.

"Enough. No need to explode on our guest like that. I haven't had a turn yet," a deep foreign-sounding voice came from the other side of the door, making Coaster stop dead in his tracks. Sydney did not like the sound of that voice one bit. Once the man entered the room, she tried as hard as she could to resist physically reacting. Whoever this man was, he scared her.

"Where is she?" Sherlock asked, clearly annoyed. The other students were milling around waiting for Sydney to come back out from the dressing room backstage, but she hadn't returned. It'd already been 20 minutes.

"Maybe she had to use the loo?" one student offered. Professor Baker shrugged.

"Well, if that's the case, Analise, would you mine checking in on her? Make sure she's alright?" he asked. The deep brunette nodded her head.

"Sure thing, professor." She then walked over towards backstage. Sherlock took a seat in the audience, slumping in impatience.

"Something's wrong. She wouldn't take this long, knowing I wanted her help. She doesn't seem the type to be nervous about something as superficial as a costume," Sherlock noted. The professor nodded.

"You're right. This is a bit unlike her. Though, maybe she's gotten nervous because you're here?" he suggested. Sherlock shook his head.

"No, we already met yesterday. She wasn't awestruck then, so I doubt she would be today..." At that moment, Analise came bounding back to everyone else.

"Sydney's not backstage! Or at the loo! She's gone!"

"Oh, sorry Jim," Coaster said, calming down from his fit of rage.

Jim? Wait a second... this man... It's him. The fan.

"No trouble at all, professor. I only want him to be unharmed. By you, anyway," Jim said. Not very reassuring to Sydney. "Hello, Sherlock. It's been too long."

"I'd say not long enough, Moriarty," Sydney-as-Sherlock replied, trying extra hard to imitate Sherlock's voice. Moriarty smiled.

"Admit it, you missed me."

"Wrong. I don't miss you at all. Your game nearly cost me my life and John's."

"Our game, you mean," Moriarty was quick to correct. "And, come on. We both know you enjoyed every second of it. Finally, someone on your level."

"Stop it. If you're trying to convince me we're one and the same, you're dead wrong." Sydney-as-Sherlock glowered at her captor. Moriarty stopped smiling. He turned to Coaster.

"You may leave us. Go keep watch out front for anyone who might disturb us," he ordered, and the jilted professor left, closing the door behind him. "So, now, it's just you and me."

"How quaint." Moriarty chuckled.

"Indeed. Kind of fun having you all to myself for once. No one to get in our way," Moriarty said with a smirk.

"Our way?" the captive asked, raising an eyebrow again.

"Think about it. The World's Only Consulting Detective. The World's Only Consulting Criminal. Two great minds. Think of the possibilities! We could easily take the world by storm! With our brilliance put together, we could-" Moriarty began. Sydney-as-Sherlock interrupted him.

"If you think for one second that I would ever join you in anything, you truly must be psychotic." Moriarty's expression changed instantly to one of wistful thinking to one of near-unbridled rage.

"I'm NOT a psychopath! You aren't, so how could I be?" he screamed in her face.

"You kill innocents just to get my attention. That's pretty psychopathic, I'd think." Good. I've found a weakness. Hopefully, he won't tear my face off for it. Moriarty took several deep breaths, stepping back a bit, trying to calm himself. He then started laughing manaically.

"Got me there. Goes to show you really do care, don't you?" he goaded her. Sydney-as-Sherlock kept up her stoic look.

"Why am I here?" Moriarty hummed while looking up at the ceiling. He then looked back at his captive.

"I wanted to have a tea party with you. Thought we might go for scones later," he shrugged. Sydney-as-Sherlock scoffed.

"Don't make me laugh."

"Oh, I try so hard to, though!" Moriarty argued in a sing-songy tone.

"Why am I here?" Sydney-as-Sherlock repeated, a little more insistently this time, hoping to get across that she didn't want him dodging the question again. Moriarty started walking close to her. Examining her face, it seemed. Crap. If he figures out I'm not really Sherlock... I'm as good as dead.

"If you really must know... I missed you. Dearly. Deeply..." Moriarty said, as he reached a hand to her face. Not having any other way to react, Sydney attempted to bite it. Moriarty pulled it back a second before she could, however, and looked a bit shocked. "My, my, aren't we a bit ornery today? Perhaps that might be... remedied." He then placed his hand on her jaw, positioning his fingers behind her ear.

And kissed her.

Sydney was shocked. Revolted. Disgusted. She then decided to bite him on the lip for it. Moriarty pulled back in pain.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, clutching his mouth. Sydney used this opportunity to injure him further. With her left leg she kicked him in the shin. He lurched forward as a result. Then, using her right knee, she hit him right in the crotch. He squealed and fell over. As he writhed in pain on the floor, Sydney used this opportunity to shimmy out of her bindings. She managed to, without her wig falling off, miraculously, and bolted for the door...

Which was locked.

A deep laugh resonated behind her, as a loud click sounded.

"Nice try," Moriarty said, pointing a handgun at Sydney's head. "My turn."