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" Missed me? "
Moriarty was sat with force yet uncuffed before Sherlock came in through to the seclusion room.
" Depends of what you mean Moriarty. I heard you turned yourself in just to talk to me? "
The detective was sent to the highest and most trusted police station ran by the goverment (basically Mycroft-station, that's how he likes to call it). Moriarty mentioned that ''someone'' planted bombs all across London city and refused to talk about it further unless Sherlock showed up.
" Oh no, no, my dear Sherlock, no " He laughed briefly. " I have an offer you can't refuse. "
Sherlock suggested for him to continue stating by his expression. The poker face only understood by certain people like his family or, as said, Moriarty.
" I won't beat around the bush. I'll reveal every location to the police, whatever you want. You won't have to solve any crazy riddles like last time too. You and me, just a date of some sorts, It's a win-win, no? "
" I'm intrigued. Let me guess, some sick fantasy of yours connected as well? " Sherlock's voice was monotone as he leaned forward, fingers intertwined in a thinking manner, his eyes piercing straight at Moriarty, yet with no hate tension.
The other man sighed dramatically laying back on this chair, swinging in it too. " Not the best one, not the worst one. " Moriarty judged himself for a moment, eyes away and waving his hand around as if he was spinning a glass of fine wine. " yet... it's one of a kind, the only one that doesn't involve exactly hurting you per se.. Ironic isn't it Sherlock? " His half lidded eyes staring directly at the other across the table.
" Care to elaborate? " Sherlock tilted his head only a bit.
" Would it be eerie to say that it involves a slow dance with something trying to kill us? A chainsaw on a string most importantly. Don't you wish to be thrilled with both excitement and fear at the same time, my dear? " He was explaining mostly with his hands too before adding. " No need to worry about anything Sherlock, I'm not going to kill you, nor do I want to in this scenario. And you know better you shouldn't get me killed too. It's a dance of trust, not letting the other get hit. some electric stimulation, huh? Shocks running through your body everytime you're few inches away of death. Isn't that just a wonderful idea? "
To be Sherlock expected something worse. He took the risks.
" I see how it is... I am pledged to do that but even if I get injured, you should be fully commited to a contract of longer prison time. Hypothetically speaking, if you're dead too, your minions should also be chained to this because I'm wasting my time for a favor. "
Moriarty knew well that Sherlock's brother could do that for them. Sherlock knew that Moriarty did.
" We're settled. The bombs will go boom in about- " He ironically looked at his imaginary clock on his wrist and did an 'oh sheesh.' face. " -three days, so. The clock is tiiiiiii-cking! "
" Tomorrow 9PM? " He assumed there was no point in asking if the setup was already arranged. He was a master of his trade, yet he was getting irritated and ready to leave, the tension in the air was beginning to feel sickening.
He ironically perked up. " Wow, The great Sherlock Holmes asking me on a date? How marvelous. I'll send a little birdie to drive you to the place. "
These little methaphors.
Sherlock was just about to open the door to leave when another one stopped him in his tracks, Moriarty still sat in the chair.
" Wear something nice for me, yeah Holmes? "
He never answered. Moriarty had all the knowledge to read the other's mind at this point to recognise what is right or wrong, yes or a no.
Sherlock notified Mycroft of the upcoming event, security and contracts were arranged in no time.
His brother laughed, John understood the situation but silently judged, and Ms. Hudson wished him good luck, unaware of the scenario Sherlock was placed upon. Sherlock made no deal out of any of those reactions.
He just had to get this over with. Not a big hero movement, yet London could be in danger without him. He played right into Moriarty's hands.
He was sat in a taxi, driven by an unnamed minion of Moriarty's. No significant features of the man, other than him being freshly divorced stating by a tan line on his finger. He wouldn't be out cheating if anybody could see the line that could raise suspects. And old taxi drivers don't usually go out looking for a young hot-shot out of nowhere these days unless they're a creep... When he arrived to the freshly abandoned building, he was greeted with that recognisable smirk.
" Oh Sherlock, how lovely you look. " Looking up and down when Sherlock stepped closer, he was studying the scene before him. A chainsaw already attached on a string, hanging from the ceiling. The detective recognised its material, strong enough to hold onto such weight, used in the most well made fishing rods. A vinyl player standing on a stool at waist's height. Room empty, stripped from any furniture.
Moriarty put on a classical song. Sherlock recognized it, yes, he recognized ''Por Una Cabeza'' by Carlos Gardel, the version without lyrics. Yet the sound of it was highly disturbed by the the other machine being turned on quick after. Moriarty swinged the saw, not frightened at all and pushed it away before asking Sherlock for a hand. " Shall we? "
How ironic this must have looked.
Hand to hand, step by step without a flaw.
" ah, isn't this pleasurable? I could have only dreamt about this moment and now it's finally happening.. "
Sherlock was focusing on their steps, no word uttered. And besides, he hated hearing more than three sounds at the same time. It was bothering him too much. Gravity pull was playing the important role here.
" Aw.. You don't want to have a little chat? " Moriarty tilted his head, acting hurt looking up at Sherlock.
Still no response.
" you've probably guessed already but I relate to you on a much larger scale than you imagine. " His smirk back on track.
" I'd beg to differ. "
Moriarty placed his face to his enemy's shoulder, almost nuzzling into it. " We are the same Sherlock. You just don't want to admit that there's another person like you – A higher species, not like the others. Rodya Raskolnikov would only envy us. "
Sherlock broke into a cold sweat when Moriarty, still holding him by the hands, suddenly pushed him back downwards. Sherlock almost met the saw's blades, few inches away from his eyes. He quickly regained his composure when rejoining chest-to-chest closeness. Moriarty was surely playing with him, but it was honestly impressive to pull that off with such crazy body control.
" We're playing Gods. I am you and you are me, Sherlock. " His gaze was intense. So uneasy. " Don't you see? "
He didn't even bat an eye, he had heard it all before.
" You're not changing my opinion, " Sherlock could only wonder how perplexed the other was making him feel. Like a riddle engraved to his whole presence, and Sherlock couldn't solve him. Why would he be so obsessed? But he had to admit. " yet you're one of a kind that I haven't acountered before. "
" How romantic. " His eyes narrowed at the saw. " Could you spin me one more time? "
Orders are orders, and Sherlock did just that. The music ended and they could finally set free.
Moriarty enthusiastically put his hands together in a clap. " Such a dream come true. The police will take me from here. Thank you Sherlock. We'll see eachother again. " Moriarty bowed down with a smirk.
Even if the gesture was odd enough, Sherlock thought he will be polite for once and do the same.
" Goodbye Moriarty. "
..for now.
A pink phone buzzed once on the messy table.
Sherlock who was in the middle of his 'daily meditations' on the couch (staring at nothing/being in his mind palace) reached to flip it open. He already knew who it was. It couldn't be Irene Idler since she only spoke once in a blue moon, on really special occasions.
>Missed me? :-)
" The game is back on, Watson. " He dragged the words, but with more adrenaline. The same adrenaline Sherlock gets when getting a new case after a long period of time.
John looked up from his newspapers. " Moriarty's back? It has been just a few months. "
Holmes suspected why wouldn't Moriarty escape at such short notice, but didn't have the strenght to explain this complex mentality of Moriarty to his friend. He clicked and clicked, message sent with a smile.
>You already knew.
-SH.