Lets Play A Game - Sherlock Fanfiction [Sequel to IBIY]

Chapter fifty seven - Negotiation.

 I stood there, with Mary by my side as we breathed in on out slowly and anxiously. I felt restless, worried about what would happen. I wasn't sure why I agreed to coming here, but I trusted Mary. I know she had a... past much worst than this, and that she had probably went through situations like this tuns of times. I trusted that she made the right decision in coming here, but although she was experienced, I know that she was not experienced in meeting someone like Moriarty. He was different from the other criminals; more treacherous and threatening. 

We were in an empty building, one that had been abandoned for a couple of years because no one would invest in it and buy the property. Dust lay over every surface like dirty snow, and there was a few sheets of old paper that scattered across the floor messily. It was bleak and creepy. I wasn't surprised that Moriarty wanted to meet us here. 

Mary looked at me, and her eyes widened slightly. I furrow my brows, confused. "What?"

Just as she was about to open her mouth to speak, she was cut off by a rather soft voice. We snapped our heads towards the direction of the voice and saw only one man, who casually walked up to us with his hands in his trouser pockets. He was wearing a formal, black suit, with a white polo shirt and a navy blue tie. "Sorry if I seem rude," He began, walking towards us in the darkness, "but the sniper is necessary. Just in case you do something to irritate me, I know what your past is like, Mary." 

I gulped quietly, and it didn't take me long to realise that there was most likely a red dot on my forehead from where someone was aiming a gun at me. I let out a shaky breath and continue to stare at him. He emerges from the darkness and steps in front of a window, the moonlight shinning through so that we could finally see his face. He walks closer to us, and stops when he's a couple of meters away. "Hi."

"...Hi." I reply back, my teeth slightly gritted together in anger. "Thanks for the polite greeting. I feel so welcome now that there's a sniper aiming towards my head."

"Holly." Mary whispered, trying to get me to calm down. She coughed for a second to clear her throat, then turned her face to look at Moriarty face to face. "I didn't come here to chitchat. I came to negotiate."

"I sure hoped you didn't come here for casual chitchat. I'm a busy man." He said, then leaned his head to the side slightly. "This better be good."

"Uh," Mary began, suddenly becoming nervous. "We want you to stop this nonsense with Sherlock."

It's quiet for a moment. A short moment, but it seemed to last forever. Moriarty shook his head and chuckled lowly. "And why would I do that?"

"Because we can offer you anything else." Mary told him, and I turned my head to look at her with confusion. "We can give you money. We can get Scotland's Yard off your hands. What do you want? Name it." 

Getting Scotland's Yard off his hands sounded like a tempting offer to me; although I had no idea how Mary would do that, or if Sherlock would even want to do that. I faced Moriarty again, and his face was still the same. Emotionless.

"I already have enough money." Moriarty started, still looking bored as he talked to us, "And, well, I've been avoiding the police for years. I think that's something I can handle."

"Then what do you want?" Mary asked sternly, and Moriarty's mouth twitched up slightly into a small, side smile. He didn't move an inch, he still stood there with his hands in his pockets. "I want Sherlock to suffer. It's fun."

It goes quiet. Me and Mary were lost for words, but he continues nonetheless. "It was very stupid of you both to come here. I would kill you both and in result Sherlock and John would be hurt. But I'm going to let you live and walk away; not because I'm feeling nice. But because I want you to tell Sherlock and his funny little hedgehog what you did tonight."

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. It was obvious that he wanted us to tell Sherlock and John, because he knew that it would cause arguments, and betray trust. He moves his eyes away from Mary and stares at me for a moment. I shiver, feeling intimidated by his cold stare. But then he smiles at me, and turns to face Mary again. He clicks his fingers, and from that I assume that the deathly dot on my head vanished. 

"Thank you for wasting my time." He said coldly then turned his head to face me again. He talked to us both, but it felt like he was directing his message towards me. And that frightened me. "I hope to see you again soon."

And with that, James Moriarty turned on his heels and walked away, his body disappearing into the darkness.