Moriarty's Girl

Chapter 4

Aria woke up with a small smile. Today was the day that she was going to find Moriarty.

She got out of bed and went to the bathroom and drew herself a bath. She got in and bathed,thinking if possible ways to get to him. Saying he wasn't easy to get face to face too.

She washed her hair and got out. She looked through her wardrobe and pulled out long navy flouncy blouse that came to her upper thigh and black jeans. She dried her hair and got dressed.

She left her blonde hair down and pulled out her makeup kit. She pulled out pink lipstick and applied carefully,the put on eyeliner,mascara,and put on black eyeshadow. Not too much,but just enough. She stuffed the things back into her bag and grabbed her purse.

She smiled at her reflection. She was going to have to go to Sherlocks place first. Get Moriarty's number and text him with the initials SH. So he knew to come find "him" .

She walked up to 221 b Baker Street and tried the door. Of course it as unlocked. She quietly closed the door and went up the stairs quietly. She saw Sherlock staring out the window,his hands behind his back.

Aria shook her head at him and rolled her eyes. She stood in the doorway looking around to see if the phone was in sight. She saw it laying on the table a few feet behind him.

Aria boiled inside. She was sure to get caught. But she tried anyway. She quietly inched towards the table. Stopping occasionally when Sherlock moved. She was about a door away from the table. She leaned out and grabbed the phone and quietly backed up. She left the main room and crept downstairs with his phone. She looked up his number and put it in her phone and smirked. Then put Sherlocks phone in the mail slot.

She walked away thinking. How could she text him? What to say. What to say.

Finally she sent a message.

Meet me at the abandoned factory down 6th Avenue. Top floor.

SH

Aria breathed in and sent the message and breathed out. Time to go meet Moriarty.

Aria waited in the shadows on the abounded factory. It was dark and gloomy. Filthy and disgusting.

She waited for what seemed like forever. She was about to give up when she heard a door open. Aria bit her tongue.

In came a man with black hair shirt and brown eyes. He wore a tuxedo and looked around. His eyes wandering around then fell on Aria. As if he knew she was there.

"Come out Sherlock. I got your text." He said in a mocking voice. Aria stood up and walked out of the shadows.

"Who are you?" He asked looking Aria up and down. They were about ten feet away from each other.

"Aria Holmes. H o l  m e s." Aria gave a small smirk as she spelled it out.

His brown eyes never left her.

"Am I supposed to be impressed? Sherlock sent a girl with his own last name to pull me out of my hiding place." He said in a mockery tone as well.

"That's a shame. But I'll just have to kill ya." Moriarty said shrugging.

"Excuse me. Let me make myself more clear." Aria said in her chilling tone. No more being nice.

"Oh please do. Amuse me."

"I'm his sister. But I'm not like him!" Aria said crossing her arms and giving her cold glare.

"Sister?" Moriarty laughed. "Am I supposed to believe this?" He laughed loudly.

"Trust me. I'm useful and not anything like Sherlock." Aria said coldly trying to hid her pleading.

"Useful? Why would I need help?" Moriarty laughed.

"Because. Me and Sherlock share the same intelligence. I could be very useful. I know how to shoot and everything." Aria said in spine chilling tone.

"Oh. Well maybe then I could use some help." Moriarty shrugged. "You don't seem to be scared of me,so I guess." Moriarty said crossing his arms.

"Are you good with technology?" He asked.

Aria smirked and laughed.

"Am I good at technology? I can hack a hundred codes and track them down to the original source and unlock anything within ten minutes." Aria smirked.

Moriarty smiled.

"Then I guess you will be a good help to me." Moriarty smiled.
Aria smiled back.

"I need you to hack some stuff for me. But keep it hidden." Moriarty said with a tiny smirk.

"On it." Aria said still smirking and crossing her arms as he left.