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Moriarty: Criminal

*Sara's​ ​p.o.v.*

After​ ​a​ ​long​ ​week,​ ​I​ ​decided​ ​that​ ​I​ ​needed​ ​a​ ​drink​ ​with​ ​some​ ​friends.​ ​I​ ​walked​ ​into​ ​221b and​ ​made​ ​my​ ​way​ ​up​ ​to​ ​my​ ​room.​ ​I​ ​grabbed​ ​a​ ​towel​ ​and​ ​walked​ ​into​ ​the​ ​bathroom,​ ​closing​ ​the door​ ​behind​ ​me.​ ​I​ ​took​ ​a​ ​relaxing​ ​bath​ ​and​ ​then​ ​dried​ ​off.​ ​I​ ​walked​ ​back​ ​to​ ​my​ ​room​ ​and​ ​changed into​ ​something​ ​not​ ​slutty​ ​but​ ​still​ ​eye-catching,​ ​just​ ​in​ ​case​ ​I​ ​came​ ​across​ ​a​ ​cute​ ​guy.​ ​I​ ​brushed my​ ​hair,​ ​grabbed​ ​my​ ​phone​ ​and​ ​purse,​ ​and​ ​then​ ​I​ ​walked​ ​out​ ​the​ ​front​ ​door.​ ​I​ ​hailed​ ​a​ ​cab​ ​and when​ ​one​ ​stopped​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​me,​ ​I​ ​got​ ​in.​ ​I​ ​told​ ​the​ ​cabbie​ ​the​ ​address​ ​of​ ​the​ ​bar,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​drove away.​ ​When​ ​he​ ​arrived​ ​at​ ​the​ ​bar,​ ​I​ ​paid​ ​him​ ​the​ ​money​ ​and​ ​got​ ​out.

I​ ​walked​ ​inside​ ​and​ ​found​ ​my​ ​friends​ ​Sally​ ​and​ ​Julie​ ​in​ ​a​ ​nearby​ ​booth.​ ​I​ ​made​ ​my​ ​way over​ ​to​ ​them​ ​and​ ​sat​ ​down​ ​across​ ​from​ ​them.​ ​"Thank​ ​god​ ​for​ ​the​ ​weekend,"​ ​I​ ​said.​ ​"I​ ​haven't been​ ​this​ ​happy​ ​to​ ​see​ ​the​ ​weekend​ ​in​ ​a​ ​long​ ​time.​ ​This​ ​was​ ​a​ ​terrible​ ​week,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​am​ ​so​ ​glad that​ ​it's​ ​done,"​ ​Sally​ ​said.​ ​"I​ ​couldn't​ ​agree​ ​with​ ​you​ ​more.​ ​I​ ​say​ ​after​ ​this,​ ​we​ ​go​ ​back​ ​to​ ​my​ ​flat and​ ​watch​ ​stupid​ ​romantic​ ​comedies,"​ ​Julie​ ​suggested.

After​ ​about​ ​ten​ ​minutes​ ​of​ ​chatting,​ ​a​ ​bartender​ ​approaches​ ​our​ ​table​ ​and​ ​sets​ ​a​ ​drink down​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​me.​ ​"I​ ​didn't​ ​order​ ​this,"​ ​I​ ​stated.​ ​"I​ ​know.​ ​This​ ​is​ ​compliments​ ​of​ ​the gentleman​ ​at​ ​the​ ​bar,"​ ​the​ ​bartender​ ​said.​ ​He​ ​walked​ ​away​ ​from​ ​the​ ​table.​ ​I​ ​turned​ ​my​ ​head​ ​to​ ​the bar​ ​area​ ​to​ ​see​ ​which​ ​guy​ ​had​ ​bought​ ​me​ ​the​ ​drink.

My​ ​eyes​ ​locked​ ​with​ ​Moriarty's​ ​as​ ​he​ ​smirked​ ​and​ ​raised​ ​his​ ​glass​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​I​ ​turned​ ​back​ ​to my​ ​friends​ ​and​ ​downed​ ​the​ ​drink.​ ​"If​ ​you'll​ ​excuse​ ​me,"​ ​I​ ​said,​ ​"I'm​ ​going​ ​to​ ​go​ ​personally thank​ ​the​ ​gentleman​ ​for​ ​the​ ​drink."​ ​They​ ​smirked,​ ​probably​ ​thinking​ ​that​ ​I​ ​was​ ​going​ ​to​ ​get​ ​laid tonight.

I​ ​got​ ​up​ ​and​ ​made​ ​my​ ​way​ ​over​ ​to​ ​the​ ​bar​ ​area,​ ​sitting​ ​on​ ​the​ ​stool​ ​next​ ​to​ ​Moriarty. "Thanks​ ​for​ ​the​ ​drink,"​ ​I​ ​said.​ ​"My​ ​pleasure,"​ ​he​ ​said,​ ​finishing​ ​his​ ​drink.​ ​"So​ ​what​ ​brings​ ​you here?"​ ​I​ ​asked.​ ​"Even​ ​bad​ ​guys​ ​need​ ​to​ ​take​ ​a​ ​break​ ​and​ ​get​ ​a​ ​drink.​ ​You're​ ​not​ ​the​ ​only​ ​one that's​ ​had​ ​a​ ​long​ ​week.​ ​Oh,​ ​I'd​ ​like​ ​to​ ​thank​ ​you​ ​for​ ​not​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​kill​ ​me​ ​yet,"​ ​he​ ​replied.  I​ ​smirked​ ​and​ ​said,​ ​"I​ ​am​ ​fully​ ​capable​ ​of​ ​doing​ ​that,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​choose​ ​not​ ​to​ ​do​ ​so.​ ​Want​ ​to know​ ​why?"​ ​He​ ​turned​ ​his​ ​body​ ​toward​ ​me​ ​and​ ​replied,​ ​"I​ ​am​ ​actually​ ​quite​ ​intrigued​ ​as​ ​to​ ​your reasoning​ ​for​ ​sparing​ ​me."​ ​I​ ​turned​ ​my​ ​body​ ​to​ ​his​ ​and​ ​said,​ ​"We​ ​all​ ​know​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​has​ ​been after​ ​your​ ​head​ ​for​ ​a​ ​long​ ​time​ ​and​ ​if​ ​I​ ​killed​ ​you,​ ​I'd​ ​be​ ​taking​ ​that​ ​away​ ​from​ ​him.​ ​I'm​ ​not THAT​ ​cruel."​ ​He​ ​let​ ​out​ ​a​ ​small​ ​laugh​ ​and​ ​said,​ ​"How​ ​considerate."