Moriarty's Phantom

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Third person's POV:

I feel really bad doing this to Mr. Moriarty and the Phantom, but this is the choice I have made. This job is getting me more money, and I need it. See, I have to fight the court for my kids. Their mom decided that she wanted to step in and... Hang on, I have to take this. "Hello?" "Yes. He will be taking her to the pool. The same pool where the kid, Carl Powers, died." "Yes. Yes, I know what to do." OK. Here goes nothing.

Jim's POV:

I am incredibly nervous in taking Phantom with me for this pick up. I don't even know why I am taking her to be quite honest with you. I like to believe I am taking her because she deserves the credit for this whole operation that she pulled off. I don't know, but what I do know is that my papa tiger instincts are flaring. Maybe I shouldn't bring her with me. No, I can't do that to her. I already told her she could. Wait, why is it that every time I decide to bring her with me she makes me wait? I am not a patient man, not even where my daughter is concerned. "PHANTOM! HURRY UP! Sherlock will not wait forever!" I shout up the stairs for my daughter. I swear this child is incorrigible and she really knows which of my buttons to push. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" She says while running down the stairs. "Jesus Christ! Slow down will you? You are going to trip and break your neck. How long does it take for you to grab a simple item? Honestly! No matter, lets hurry and go or we will be late and you know how Daddy feels about tardiness." I say while practically pushing her out the door. "Sorry, daddy. There was an opportunity on my computer and I had to take it!" she says apologetically. "What is so important to make us late?" I ask annoyed. "You'll see." Oh my. She has that grin again. Hang on a minute. Why does she have a duffel bag? "Love, why did you bring a duffel bag?" I ask. "Like I said before we left, you'll see." she says mysteriously. I have a bad feeling about this, a bad bad feeling not a good bad. Yes, there is a difference. Oh well, I'll just have to be patient.

Phantom's POV:

I stare at how beautiful the city is at nighttime. I am what you would call a night owl. I could sleep all day and stay up all night, that is if Daddy would let me. I cannot wait to show Daddy the ace up my sleeve. He will definitely be proud of me. I am going to make Sherlock really panic. See, I have in my duffel a spare bomb, like the ones I have been using these past few days. It was being saved for someone very special. "Phantom, darling, we're here." Daddy says bringing me back to reality. My smile drops as I make a sudden realization. "Oh. Ok, Daddy." I say with a hint of disappointment in my voice. "Love, are you alright?" he asks me with concern. "Yea. I'm fine." I perk up a bit to make it believable, but by the continually look of concern on his face I can tell that he didn't believe me. Damnu, he can always detect a lie. Nothing gets past Daddy, ever. I look down at the ground as I feel tears falling and hear his footsteps come toward me. I feel him caress my cheek under my mask to make sure it doesn't move. I can't help but look up at him. Great, now he sees that I've been crying. I'm a goddamn Moriarty and I'm not supposed to cry! Truth be told here, I'm scared. I'm scared that my plan will not go as planned and my father could lose his life. I'm scared that if this doesn't go well I'll be a huge disappointment to the Moriarty name. I've never been under this much pressure in my entire 10 years of life. This whole operation was to prove to Daddy that I am ready. This is my shot and I can't throw it away.

Jim's POV:

We arrive at the pool and I see my daughter with the brightest smile on her face. As I tell her that we are here and it's time to go in, her smile drops. I look at her with great concern on my face. I hate not seeing a smile on my little girl's face. She tries to convince me that she is fine by putting a fake smile on her face, but I know my daughter. I like to think I know her better than she knows herself. I proceed to walk over to her as she puts her head down as if she was hiding something from me. I place my hand on her cheek and she looks up at me and I can see she was just crying. "Love, tell Daddy what's wrong. Why are you crying my beautiful girl?" I ask her. She never cries. The only time she cried was when I put that mark on her. As I wipe the tears from her face, her body starts shaking and her breathing starts to get rapid to the point where she can't catch her breath. I stand there frozen because for the first time my child is in trouble and I have no idea what to do or how to help her. "Boss, I think she is having an anxiety attack." Seb tells me. "Seb, when it comes to her I never thought I would ask these questions, what do I do? How do I help her?" I ask Seb with great concern behind my voice. Seb explains to me that I have to find a way to calm her and to slow her breathing or she could pass out from lack of oxygen. Now, the child choses now to have a mental break down. "Ok." I begin, placing both of my hands on either side of her face rubbing small circles on her cheeks to begin soothing her. "Get the men in their places. We will be in after I get to the bottom of this attack." "Yes sir, boss." Seb replies and walks away. I direct my phantom into the car so we can have privacy so I can take off her mask.