Title:Distractions for a Brilliant Mind

Author: ImmortalFish

Rating: NC-17 in Future Chapters.
Characters: Sherlock/Moriarty (BBC Verse)
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine!
Summary: Pre-Reichenbach. Mycroft Holmes told Moriarty a great deal of things during the criminal's incarceration. How unaware he was of how James Moriarty was planning, even then, how he could best use this information against his greatest opponent.
Warnings: In later chapters Porn, Kink, Angst, Violence, Drug Abuse.

This is my first time writing for this Fandom, so I'm still getting to grips with writing as the characters. I'm hoping that it's not as bad as I think it is and I'm also hoping to improve dramatically with practice.
Introduction chapter isn't as long as the following chapters are going to be.
Any criticism is welcome and greatly appreciated.

James Moriarty was grinning to himself as he sat in the back of his chauffeur driven Mercedes. The black S-Class silently made it's way through the streets of London whilst it's passenger played with a bottle of a white powderd substance, turning the bottle over in his hands gleefully, as a child would a new toy. Next to him on the seat there lay a leather case, only small, but all in all crucial to the mans newest plan.

Oh, Moriarty was pleased. Ever so pleased... His time in jail had been more useful then he'd even dreamt it would be. Mycroft Holmes had wanted information from Jim and when the consulting criminal had refused to talk...well...The less important Holmes had been more then happy to fill in the silence. Telling Jim most interesting stories and accounts from his brothers childhood and life growing up. In exchange for these little tidbits, Moriarty had given few details. Enough to keep his plans secret, but enough to keep Mycroft returning with his stories.

And what stories they'd been... What insight into the Detective's life... Into his very being... Oh how Jim couldn't wait to use his knowlage to it's full advantage. Lifting the bottle up to his eye level, his grin warped into something all together cruel... With this... He wouldn't have to wait very long... He had spent far to long piecing his plan together already.

Placing the bottle on the seat next to the leather case, Moriarty busied himself in removing his phone from his inside jacket pocket, unlocking the keys to compose a text message to his most interesting of toys.

'Tick, Tock, darling. The clock is ticking downand you are still no closer to finding me.

I'm still waiting for you.

JM.'

Replacing the phone in his pocket, he turned to stare out the window, watching the 'normal people' going past with their ordinary lives. Unaware of the beauty of his upcoming plan...

How tediously boring it must be to not have such glorious distractions as he does.