Chapter 5
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Moriarty looked at them silently for a while. Sherlock's brain was going haywire trying to work out what Moriarty was going to do to them.
"Do you remember the Pool, Sherlock and John?" he finally asked.
"Yes." They said.
"I thought you would. You both weren't very happy that day, were you?" Moriarty smirked.
"Oh, sorry, was I meant to be smiling when I have a bomb strapped to me?" John asked.
"Let us watch it. You see, your parents may be spies and your brother may have a lot of influence in the government but no one but you two know what happened. It's only fair we show them, don't you think, my dears?" Moriarty asked.
"I don't want to see it." John said. He didn't want to relive that day. He and Sherlock's very lives had been threatened. He was used to being in life and death situations, but it was the first time that he had actually accepted death since when he was shot. He had had nightmares for weeks after when he dreamed about what could have happened, often having to be woken up by Sherlock at six in the morning.
"Oh, Johnny-boy, that is adorable, isn't it? You think you have a choice." Moriarty laughed.
Moriarty disappeared and this time was replaced with a clear recording of Sherlock standing in a swimming pool room holding a memory stick in his hand.
"Brought you a little getting to know you present. Well that is what it has all been about, hasn't it? All your little puzzles, making me dance; all to distract me from this!" Sherlock said, holding the memory stick up.
A door opened and John walked out wrapped in a massive green coat.
"Evening." John stated.
"What's wrong?" Rose said instantly, knowing that her son was hiding panic behind a mask that not many can see through. Nobody answered her and the recording carried on playing.
"This is a turn up, isn't it Sherlock?" John said.
"John..." Sherlock said.
Moriarty paused the tape and spoke over the still picture.
"Do I sense a flicker of fear in Sherlock Holmes, the 'highly- functioning sociopath'?" he asked and the recording played again.
"What the hell-"John cut Sherlock off "I bet you never saw this coming." He said.
Sherlock took a few steps towards John.
"What... would you like me... to make him say... next?" John said as he undid his coat and revealed a bomb strapped to him.
"Gottle o' gear. Gottle o' gear. Gottle o' gear." John said.
"Stop it." Sherlock demanded as he looked around the room.
"Nice touch, this. The pool, where little Carl dies. I stopped him. I can stop John Watson too, stop his heart." John said. Rose had a tight grip on both of her son's shoulders.
"Who are you?" Sherlock asked as he looked quickly around the room.
"I gave you my number. I thought you might call" Moriarty's voice came from no-where.
He walked into the room and strolled to stand opposite Sherlock.
"Is that a British L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?" Moriarty asked with his hands in his pockets and he came to a standstill.
Sherlock pointed the gun at Moriarty and said "Both."
"Jim Moriarty. Hi." Moriarty sang the last word.
"Jim? Jim from the hospital?" Moriarty started to walk again. "Oh, did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then, I suppose, that was rather the point." Sherlock looked over to John quickly and then back to Moriarty. "Don't be silly, someone else is holding the rifle." Moriarty referred to the laser that was pointed at the bomb currently strapped to John. "I don't like getting my hands dirty. I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I've got going on in the big bad world. I'm a specialist, you see. Like you." Moriarty nodded at Sherlock.
"Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lover's nasty sister. Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America." Sherlock said.
"Just so!" Moriarty exclaimed.
"Consulting Criminal, Brilliant."
"Isn't it? No-one ever gets to me. And no-one ever will." Moriarty said.
"I have." Sherlock stated.
"You've come the closest. Now you're in my way."
"Thank you"
"I didn't mean it as a compliment." Moriarty said.
"Yes you did." Sherlock said.
"Okay, yeah I did. But the flirting is over, daddy's had enough now! I've shown you what I can do. I cut loose all those people, all those little problems, even thirty million quid just to get you to come out and play. So take this as a friendly warning... my dear. Back off." Moriarty warned.
"Though, I have loved this. This little game of ours; playing Jim from IT, playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?" Moriarty asked and came to stand about a metre away from John.
"People have died." Sherlock stated.
"That's what people DO!" Moriarty shouted.
"I will stop you." Sherlock said calmly.
"No you won't." Moriarty shrugged.
"You alright?" Sherlock turned to John.
John didn't answer and Moriarty came up behind John and said next to his ear.
"You can talk, Johnny-boy, go ahead." Moriarty prompted.
John looked at Sherlock and nodded stiffly.
"Take it." Sherlock offered Moriarty the memory stick.
"Oh. That. The Missile plans." Moriarty said and walked to Sherlock, taking the memory stick and kissing it.
"Boooring!" he sang and flicked it into the pool.
"I could have had those anywhere." Moriarty teased.
Suddenly John ran up behind Moriarty and restrained him.
"Sherlock, RUN!" John ordered and pulled Moriarty against him.
"OH! GOOD!" Moriarty said happily. "Very good!"
"If your sniper pulls that trigger, Mr Moriarty, then we both go up!" John said in his ear.
"Oh, isn't he sweet. I can see how you like having him around. But then people do get so sentimental about their pets. They're so touchingly loyal." Moriarty smirked and John held him tighter.
"OOOPS! You've rather shown your hand there Dr Watson." Moriarty said.
The laser moved to Sherlock's forehead "Gotcha!" Moriarty said and John let go of Moriarty and stood back. The laser left Sherlock and went back to John. Moriarty brushed off his suit and stated "Westwood."
"Do you know what happens when you don't leave me alone, Sherlock, do you?" Moriarty asked.
"Oh let me guess, I get killed." Sherlock said with a bored tone in his voice.
"Kill you? Well, no don't be obvious, I mean I'm going to kill you anyway some day. I don't want to rush it though. I'm saving it up for something special. No, no, no, no, no, no... If you don't stop prying... I will burn you. I will burn... the heart out of you." Moriarty said.
"I have been reliably informed that I don't have one." Sherlock argued steadily.
"But we both know that's not quite true." Sherlock smiled knowingly.
The screen paused and then went back to it being Moriarty looking out at his audience happily.
"Did you enjoy?" he asked with a malicious smile.
"How on Earth did you get out of that one?" Lestrade asked.
"I left. And then I came back. But then I left again." Moriarty explained.
"You were distracted by someone. You would have killed us otherwise." Sherlock spat at the television.
"Well of course I would have." Moriarty laughed.
John looked desperately over at Sherlock. They were the only two in the room who had firsthand experience of just what that psychopath was capable of and he needed Sherlock to work out what was going to happen. All of their friends and family were assembled in one room. Why? To be an audience, maybe? To be a target? John didn't know and by the hopeless look he was receiving from Sherlock, his twin didn't know either.
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