Heads up Cara hasn't actually been in care ''For one fucking year two shit months and 23 hours.'' It just feels like that to her, in her deprived state. Also I'm not suggesting in anyway that care homes for children of any age are bad, but let's be honest there not perfect especially when you already know what it's like outside with your own family. *Dylan Keogh for those who don't know is a character out of Casualty, Google an image if you want to know what he looks like. BTW Sherlock and Moriarty know each other basically this is set after the whole pool scene. Anyway let us begin...
The man stood tall, however his IQ and ego surpassed him. He new he was brilliant, but she... she was a needle in a planet of, well, idiots. Ever since that fight on that faithful night he had known, she would be the one to bring Sherlock Holmes to his knees.
As I walked through the hospital a sence of déjà vu hit me, why did I agree to this? As Dylan lead me through the rows of patents I realised how busy this place was. Why an earth had Dylan come all the way here to get me when he was needed here. John bloody Watson. That mans heart is to big, must have talked to the bloody queen. Mycroft Holmes, the most powerful man in the world, yada yada. Boring. Oooh look a scalpel that's sharp. As I was thinking I managed to walk straight into Dylan. Turning I saw a heavily pregnant woman on the bed, nothing exciting there just an over exaggerating mum to be, her partner however, tall masculine blond hair a lot like John his body language screamed military, however his calloused hand said he held a gun all day, impossible in the middle of London and yet it was their plain and simple, he wasn't police I could tell by his clothes was to formal for a police wage, or expensive for army pay. Hmmmm... this is fun, I had forgotten the thrill of the chase. I looked down his shoes were imaculate apart from some scuffs near the front of the soul, no mud or dirt suggested he didn't work on the streets but scuffs ment he didn't work on a smoothed floor office environment, clean but rough, clean and rough, roof, lots of tall buildings in London. Miltery training works on roof, sniper.
I cleared my throat, "You work im the army long? Why'd you get thrown out? Do you text me?"
"What the hell, my Sebby works as a roof fitter. Doctor who is this."
Dylan's face hardened, "get out Cara, I said no funny buisness."
"Nah doc it's fine" he said stepping forward he held out his hand, "Sebastian Moran, but everyone calls me Sebby. He winked at me. "Say kiddo, let doc handel Susie here, let's take a walk."
"Dont you want to stay, I'm supposed to talk her into having a x-ray."
"Doc 'll sort it c'mon kiddo."
Outside the hospital Sebastian told me I was spot on, but he didn't want anyone knowing, I asked him why but he just laughed and said I asked to many questions. "Sebastian Moran are you M"
"No, I work for him though."
"Who is he, and why is he been nice to me?"
Sebastian laughed again, "He's a very powerful man, called Jim, Jim Moriarty. He wants you to work for him, doing what you do, you know, guessing things, I was a test you see, to see if you could solve me. Jim has a lot of puzzles he wants you to solve."
"Like what?"
"Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes."