Moriarty's daughter

One week later

Payton smiled as her boss Holimen called her into his office. „You called for me?“, she asked as she closed the door. „Yes, sit down please, it's going to be shocking“ „Shocking?“, she repeated with a little smile on, „I don't think anything can shock me“ Her boss looked angirly at her and she got kinda scared, „but … I'll sit down“ Holimen let out a sigh as she pulled the chair back and let herself fall on it. „First of all, you should get off your high horse and see the seriousness in this. It's not all about publicity, it's about saving people's lives, Payton“ She nodded and then gasped, „do you think it's not about that for me?“ Offended she put her fingertips on her chest and shook her head, „it's actually sad you think that way, Mister Holimen. I wouldn't be here if publicity was the most important thing for me“ Shane looked at her for a while, but then moved on and put a picture of a new victim in front of her. The victim was looking as every other victim, lying on the bed with many bruises  and cuts. The killer strangled him as always and then put him in the same position as every victim. Usually it were women, but this time it was a man with brown hair. He had more bruises and cuts as usually, this time all over his body. Normally it was just on the arm section. Payton looked at the photo and slowly lifted it up, „that wasn't in Doncaster this time, was it?“ „How do you know?“, Holimen asked surprised. „Look at the window, you can see something of a Ferris wheel in the background silly, I guess it's somewhere in London?“ Holimen nodded, „yes, in London. Sherlock Holmes is looking at it right now“ Payton nodded, „yeah, Sherlock will do great in that chase I guess“ Holimen sighed quietly, he knew that she knew what he was gonna say. He leaned forward a bit and looked at her, „Nick will drive you there, be ready in a hour“ „Join Sherlock Holmes?“, Payton raised her eyebrows, „Sherlock Holmes?“ „Yes, Sherlock Holmes“ Nick stepped into the office and smiled lightly at Payton, ever since she started working here he had a little crush on her, even though she seemed a lot of younger than him. No–one really knew her age, she kept it in secret. Like almost everything about her, she prefered keeping everything for herself and not getting close to other people. All of this behaviour started four years ago, as her loved father Jim Moriarty was killed by Sherlock Holmes. Well, she thought he was killed and was really sure about it. That was the day she decided to studying psychology and get as smart as him. She always was, how Jim Moriarty said, a really smart and special kid. When she was younger he always lifted her up, messed her hair and said that she was going to be a detective or someone that's going to university and has lots of success.

„Oh shut up, Nicholas“, she replied annoyed as she sat down on the seat next to him. „What? I just asked if you'd like to have one of my bubblegums! And don't call me my full name, you know I dislike that“ „Bubblegums? Do I look like a twelve year old?“, she griped harsh and grabbed her seat belt, „and I can call you whatever you want, I know you like it anyway“ You don't always have to be rude, just saying“, Nick said kinda scared about her reaction after a while of silence. „It's not easy to be nice when you're surrounded by dumb people“ Suddenly Nick asked himself why he was so excited to drive her and be alone with her. He should've expected stuff like that. „Why are you all dressed up?“, Payton asked as she noticed that he wore special shoes and a light–brown jacket with a tie. Also he didn't wear jeans as usually, he wore these pants that fit to a suit. „Can't you like read that out of me?“, he asked, not taking his eyes off the street. She grinned lightly and looked up and down at him, „I guess you're having a date tonight? Or you are with someone you“, she lifted her eyebrows seductive, „like?“ Of course she noticed that he had a crush on her, she could read people like books. Just like her father, he was a really smart man. Her fingernails digged into the seat as she thought about the pain she had in the fast years. Sherlock Holmes was supposed to feel the same pain like she did. Slowly and painfully.