The Only One in The World [Hiatus]

Chapter 3

Sebastian and I had a quiet drive as he drove across London, and I tracked the turns in my mind palace... I knew where he was taking me. He had a gun in his left pocket... and he had just broken up with his short-term girlfriend because she didn't like his murderous occupation.

Besides deducing Moran down to the blonde dye in the roots of his hair, I worried about John; 'Is he alright? Is John even at St. Bart's yet? Is he even... alive?' I thought before shaking my head slightly, 'Stop being irrational, of course he's alright! He's at St. Bart's, he's alive!' I scolded myself in my thoughts.

The cab slowed down to a stop as he parked and exited the car to open my door and force me to get out at gunpoint. I noticed he had already used one bullet, but he had spares in his back left trousers pocket. My eyes danced around my view, the London Eye, as I gazed into the sun-splashed River Thames, wondering what game Moriarty had set up to play.

"Sebastian, this one will cooperate without being at gunpoint... unlike others." Moriarty's voice rang out playfully. Sebasian walked away from me casually, slipping out of my eyesight range as Moriarty gestured for me to walk toward him. With his devilish grin, I stopped in front of him, staring him in the eyes, waiting for his twisted words.

"Hello, again Sherlock," he chimed, adding a certain ring to my name. "I decided you should find me when your heart BURNS the most." I had nothing to say... so I waited for him to display his game of chess and watch him play the first pawn. He had me follow him into one of the capsules, letting me walk in first and I stood silently in the middle.

"Why so quiet today? Cat got your tongue?" He snickered, walking towards me, but still leaving two feet between us. Looking past his form and out to the view of London, I replied, "What game are you setting up now?" I looked back at him, not wanting him to sense my curiosity of what he was up to.

"I thought the great Sherlock Holmes would know at least some morsel of my plan." He looked displeased, "Alright, Daddy will tell you what I'm up to-"

"But there's a catch," I interrupted, I knew this man's demeanor like I knew every street in London. Moriarty nodded, "You're catching up, Sherlock..., but I won't tell you what you need to do. You'll find out in time." He began to walk around the perimeter of the capsule, staring out the window mindlessly.

"You've been chasing Sebastian's cab like a pack of hounds, it's quite fun to watch; and I noticed your live pet... John, had a problem yesterday, so I decided to join in the fun." I looked at him expressionless. He said he SAW us, and there weren't any cameras on the cab... he's taken over the government's security cameras.

"I know you must be spying on the wonders in London," I stated, letting him know I did know something he'd set up.

"Now Sherlock is at expectation," he taunted, "I'm afraid our little chat is coming to a close." Our capsule came down to a slow stop and the door opened, Sebastian waiting for us.