Chasing the tesseract

Chapter 57

"Moriarty."

Rain patters against the roof, puddles surrounding us as me and Sherlock stare at Moriarty. A dark black coat clings to his petit frame, his phone slotted in his jeans as the earphones plugged into it fall by his side.

"Did you miss me Sherlock?" he chuckles, his fingers curving around the frames of his glasses before he pulls them off, revealing his dark brown eyes. As I stare into them, my breathing quickens as though I'm drowning in the deepness of them, terrified I'll never come up for air.

"This is Moriarty?" I asks Sherlock, crossing my arms against my chest as I narrow my eyes at the man in front of me. I have to say he isn't at all what I was expecting.

"What's the matter Abi? Disappointed?" he asks, stepping further onto the roof until I can fully make out the features on his face. His lips are pressed tightly together in a smirk, a devilish glint to his eyes.

"Disappointed no." I argue, my eyes trailing their way up and down his frame until they meet his eyes, my heart stopping. Taking a deep breath, I curl my hands into fists and slightly forwards, positioning myself between Sherlock and Moriarty. "More confused."

A chuckle tears from deep in Moriarty's throat, his head throwing back as he shakes his head in disbelief. Who'd have thought a mind reader would be confused as to what's going on? I certainly never would've. "Oh want to know why I wanted to meet you." Turning his gaze back to me, Moriarty narrows his eyes at me, his smile dropping as his face darkens. "Well unfortunately I'm not going to tell you...pet." he spits the word out, his tongue flicking against the roof on his mouth.

"Then this is a waste of time." I announce, rolling my eyes at Moriarty's smirk before handing Sherlock the umbrella. Smiling up at him, I gently brush my hand against Sherlocks coat before turning on my heel and heading for the door that stands behind Moriarty. "I'll see you back at the flat Sherlock." When I'm a few feet from the door, Moriarty steps in the way, tutting to himself as he positions himself so that I can't get to the door without going through him. "You don't scare me Moriarty."

"Oh I don't need to." he whispers, stepping closer to me, his hands sliding into his trousers pockets as he smirks at me, briefly glancing towards Sherlock.

"Then why bring us here?" Sherlock asks, his eyes fixed on Moriarty who just walks around me in a circle, his hands in his pockets and his eyes fixed onto me. My whole body stiffens, my breaths shorter and quicker than before. Ever part of my body warns me to run, to leave Sherlock and get myself out of there. But for some reason, I don't.

The devilish smile returning to his round face, Moriarty comes to a halt behind me. "Oh I'm not going to tell you that easily Sherlock." he mumbles, one of his hands reaching from out his pocket and brushing against my hair. Flinching away, I step towards the door again only for Moriarty to jump in the way, his jaw locked tightly as he shakes his head at me. "Ah, ah, ah."

"Then you're going to tell us exactly why you brought me here." I demand, stepping closer to him, looking down at him as my body towers over him. Hands still curled tightly into fists, I feel my powers spark within me, the lights in the street flickering below us and causing Moriarty's smirk to grow even wider. This is exactly what he wanted, isn't it?

"How about I show you?" Moriarty whispers. Before I can react, he's lunged forwards, one hand curling around my hand and spinning me around whilst the other pulls a gun from his pocket, the cold metal pressing into my temple. A shout bursts from Sherlock as he lunges forwards, his hands reaching for me only to grab air. Moriarty presses the gun hard against my temple causing me to grimace in pain, the cold metal slicing my skin open. "Take one more step and you're pretty little friend will be pretty dead." Mortiary warns Sherlock who freezes in place, swallowing hard.

"What do you want Moriarty?" Sherlock hisses, his hands in tight fists as his eyes remain fixed on mine. My breath shakes and my chest rises and falls heavily. I could get out of this, a flick of my wrist and I could send Morairty flying backwards. Only problem is he could still pull the trigger quicker. Or worse, it could miss me and hit Sherlock.

"I want you." Moriarty confesses, his eyes landing on Sherlock as they light up. Everything he wants in such close proximity. Oh it must be so hard for him to not give in, to not just take Sherlock and leave me here. "My sponsor on the other hand wants Abi." he grumbles, a sigh escaping his lips as his warm breath burns my cold skin. "And I have to say, they offered me quite a good deal in exchange for her Sherlock."

"Who would want me?"

"That's what I asked myself but then I learnt what you could do and I have to say it's quite fascinating." he compliments, the smile returning to his face as he lets go of my hands, his fingers gently touching the side of my face as he spins me so that I'm facing him. Flinching from his touch, I knock my head into the barrel of the gun, the cut I hand before growing in size as I grimace in pain. Raising his eyebrows at me, Moriarty presses his finger to the cut, pain searing through my skull as I stand, unable to do anything.

"What did the sponsor offer you that could possibly make you do their dirty work for them?" Sherlock asks, distracting Moriarty from me as he returns his attention to Sherlock.

"Oh I don't think I can remember." Moriarty whispers, tapping his finger against his chin as he steps away from me, my shoulders relaxing as I let go of the breath I've been holding in. Sherlock goes to step forwards but I raise my hand, warning him not to.

"If you don't tell us I can always find out the more painful way. You know, rummage around in your mine and who knows what other secrets I'll find out." I threaten, lifting my chin up and forcing a straight face on. If he sees one sign of weakness it's over.

"You think you can hurt me well you can't!" Moriarty screams, reaching forwards and violently grabbing the side of my face, pulling it towards the gun as his finger grows closer to the trigger.

Before Moriarty can react, Sherlock dives forwards, his hands grabbing the fabric of Moriarty's jacket as he spins his around. "Don't touch her!" Sherlock hisses, dangling Moriarty over the edge of the roof, traffic bustling below the two. My hand flies to Sherlocks arm, preventing him from letting go as I pull him backwards until he lets go of Moriarty. As much as I want to kill him, he has information which I need.

"Is this sentiment Sherlock Holmes?" Moriarty chuckles as Sherlock stands up straighter, his eyes flickering to where my hand lingers on Sherlocks arm, my other on his chest as I stare up at him, begging him not to do anything stupid.

"Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side." Sherlock hisses, shrugging his arm free from my grasp and pushing me to the side. Stumbling backwards, I blink a few times, my eyes stinging for some reason unbeknown to me.

"Then you won't care if Marcel takes her."