Summary
Sequel to "The Silent Game"
They had solved one puzzle only to find they had so many more to piece together now. But with Moriarty giving promises out to our Consulting Detective and the seemingly never ending boredom eating at our team of friends and colleagues, will an interesting case prove to be a little too interesting to ignore?
AN
Well, I've writing far more than I ever intended to and this is my main series at the moment. I have loads of free time to be writing the stories and will end up doing the whole second series eventually. I will try to update as much as I can, but reviews always help to push me along!
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Silence In Belgravia
The Silence is Staying Alive
"And possibly my answer has crossed yours."
Rose's breath hitched as she watched the raised gun lower slightly, a new target in it's sights; the coat / bomb that sat on the floor, just feet in front of Moriarty himself.
She lowered her head, trying not to think of her parents and brothers, only focusing on the fact that John was nowhere near all of this mess.
Sherlock saw Rose's head drop out of the corner of his eye, her own eyes shutting but he kept his main gaze focused on those of the other man. The expression Jim gave him told him that the Consulting Criminal didn't believe Sherlock would pull the trigger. Sherlock's expression told Jim that he was wrong; he could do it and he would.
He had to.
He threw Moriarty one last venomous glare, eyes squinting in pure, burning hatred - and he'd never admit it to any person, but fear - as he focused on the muscles in his trigger finger, forcing them to work, starting to pull the trigger back.
Just as he went to do so fully however, music filled the swimming pool area. Rose frowned, recognising it instantly; you've got to be kidding me…
Sherlock looked around the room briefly, eyes resting on Rose's confused face for a fraction of a second before moving back to Moriarty's unchanged face. Throwing the man a questioning eye, he saw Jim start to move once more.
Perfect timing, Jim thought, pulling a face and shaking his head slightly in mild annoyance. "Do you mind if I get that?"
Sherlock just replied as normally as possible while Rose raised an eyebrow. "Oh, no, please." Then his tone turned more threatening. "You've got the rest of your life."
Jim pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket, answering the call with an echoing click. "Hello? …Yes of course it is, what do you want?" He asked, mouthing a, sorry, to Sherlock, who replied, it's fine.
Jim turned away, focusing on the call while Sherlock and Rose just waited, the tension having left the room mostly at the sound of the ring tone. Both Rose and Sherlock jumped slightly though at Jim's loud demand of "Say that again!" The criminal controlled himself then, speaking at a normal level but the underlying tone was still present in the sound. "Say that again and know if you are lying to me I will find you and skin you." Sherlock and Rose just glanced at each other, wondering what the call was about. "Wait…"
Moriarty pulled the phone down but didn't hang up, just taking a few steps forward, coming to a stop just behind the bomb and addressing Sherlock once again, frowning as he spoke slowly. "Sorry. Wrong day to die."
"Oh." Answered Sherlock, sounding quite disappointed. "Did you get a better offer?"
Moriarty just smiled ever so slightly, ignoring Sherlock's question. "You'll be hearing from me, Sherlock." Turning away, he walked across to the first door he entered by, putting the phone to his ear once more. "So, if you have what you say you have, I'll make you rich. If you don't, I'll make you into shoes."
Just before he reached the door however, he raised a hand, clicking his fingers before leaving, not even breaking his stride. As soon as he did so, the red laser pointers all vanished, leaving Sherlock and Rose seemingly alone once more.
Rose was still confused though, looking to Sherlock for answers. "Okay, what just happened?"
Sherlock looked over to her, face wary. "Someone just changed his mind. The question is; who?"
"Hmm…" Rose replied. "Do you think it might be a good idea to leave before he comes back for round three?"
"Good idea." Sherlock said, pocketing the gun once more but keeping his hand on it. They wasted no time getting out of the building, Sherlock calling Lestrade to tell him of the rather large bomb that was sitting on the side of the pool.
Getting out onto the main street, Sherlock hailed a cab, wanting to avoid all of the police that were due to arrive in the next minute. Holding the door for Rose, he told the driver the address while Rose thought about which she would rather first; a cup of strong tea, or a cigarette.