Game of Chess
Moriarty growled in frustration, slamming his fist on the desk. This woman who had drawn his interest and held it even after discovering who she really was because she wasn't ordinary. No, she had so much potential. Potential he could mold into something beautiful. Something dark, but there she was seen through the lens of one of the cameras he'd left in her flat, acting as ordinary as everyone else. Allowing her emotions to rule her and not with just anyone…with HIM!
"Got under your skin, didn't she?" the man snickered.
He focused his piercing gaze on the only other person in the room.
"She does it to everyone," he continued.
"I'm not everyone!"
"That remains to be seen."
Moriarty glared at him. He was used to snapping his fingers and having everyone in the room jump, but this man wasn't even slightly intimidated, but if his story was true that would account for it.
"I freed you, but don't think for a second that I wouldn't lock you away again," Moriarty growled.
The man shrugged, as if to say Moriarty's threats didn't concern him.
"Do you have it?" he asked, holding his hand out.
"The device wasn't in her flat."
"You know that's not what I'm asking for."
Moriarty gazed at him for a moment. The man told him about the device…sonic as he called it. Everything it could do. Not simply locking doors and destroying engines. It could hack into computer files, scan them, overload nuclear reactors, and so many other wonderful things, but he was willing to let Moriarty have it, even show him how to use it, in exchange for two things.
He reached into his pocket and handed over the mobile. The man took it, an endearingly wicked smile spreading across his face. Moriarty already looked at the phone's contents and, for the life of him, he didn't understand what was so important. There weren't any computer files, nothing incriminating, just a few pictures and a list of contacts. He turned his attention back to the camera footage.
"She must have it on her," he deduced.
"She won't after that," the man said, gesturing at the computer screen.
"How can you be sure?"
"Because I know her. Very well." That wicked smile returned. "But we can get it."
Moriarty eyed him.
"You've already put the pieces on the board for your game with Mr. Holmes."
"Yes, but that was before."
The man leaned against the desk, catching Moriarty's eye.
"The game remains the same. We simply change the stakes."
Oh, Moriarty liked him. He really, really did. He was right, of course. It was still a game and the story would fit. He smiled.
"We'll make our move in tomorrow," Moriarty decided.
"And once we've captured his queen Mr. Holmes will find himself with very few options," the man replied, returning Moriarty's smile.
Yes, his queen and once Moriarty had her and Sherlock was dealt with…well, Dr. Hastings' behavior modifications had done wonders for the man standing next to him and Moriarty had saved the good doctor's files.
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