Unplanned

Chapter Eight

Moriarty was waiting for Sherlock on Barts Hospital roof. He was looking out at the city, wearing a black suit and tie. Sherlock looked at him and then at the city. It was a beautiful view. But it brought back horrific memories. Sherlock closed his eyes briefly and then opened them again. Moriarty was looking at him.

"Going to try kill me again?" Sherlock asked.

Moriarty looked out at the view and screwed his face up. "Nah. You know I never use the same tactic twice."

"Right." Said Sherlock calmly folding his hands together behind his back.

"So what are you going to do then?"
Moriarty smiled slowly.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." He said. But his heart didn't seem to be in it. His voice sounded strained and tired. Sherlock looked at him curiously.

"Don't do that." Said Moriarty. "You know I'm the only person you can't deduce."

He sighed and stood. He put one foot up on the ledge of the building and then the other.

"If I was to jump, Sherlock." he said. "Right now, if I were to leap dramaticly off this building, what would you do?"

Sherlock's heart jumped. He could've push Moriarty off then. But for some reason, he didn't.

"Well," he said, his voice emotionless. "First I would check to see if I was actually dead. Then I would notify Scotland Yard. Then I would probably sleep a little easier."

Moriarty slowly put his hands up to his face and groaned deeply. Then he shouted,
"No! No you wouldn't, and you know it! You would be confused, and then angry and you wouldn't be able to explain it but I would!"

"Well, no, you probably wouldn't, but that's because you would be dead." Said Sherlock, who wasn't fazed by Moriarty's yelling, though he wasn't sure why he was so mad.

Moriarty's eyes were filled with rage.
"You love me! You love me Sherlock, you know you do, you have to. Because if you don't-"

Moriarty stepped up onto the ledge, facing Sherlock. There was insanity and desperation in his eyes.

"I have nothing left, Sherlock. No other plans."

Sherlock stared steadily at him, finally understanding.

Moriarty threw his arms out.

"HOW DO I BEAT YOU?" He shouted.
There was silence on the roof, and there was a moment where Sherlock thought Moriarty would lean back and end it all. But instead, he stepped back onto the roof, walked past Sherlock and back into the building.

Sherlock stood up on the ledge and scanned the city, organising building's into patterns with his mind while he thought. He now understood Moriarty's plan. He had meant to make Sherlock fall in love with him, and then take advantage of his feelings. This plan was extremely flawed, of course. It was true, Sherlock didn't fall for woman like most men. But it was also true that he rarely fell in love.

He wasn't sure why Moriarty had gone for that plan, but he knew one thing- Sherlock had almost won. Almost. He smiled to himself and stepped onto the roof and back into the building.