Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective, was sitting in his armchair by the fireplace at 221b Baker Street. He was talking to his skull, named Billy, about the fact that his old enemy was back.
Jane Moriarty, the world's only consulting criminal, was exactly like Sherlock. Well expect for the fact that she was evil and of the opposite sex, but besides that, exactly like him.
Trying to anticipate what somebody who thought exactly like you would do is harder than it seems, especially when they're so changeable. Sherlock was glad that John and his family didn't live in 221b anymore. They might be a little safer, but with Moriarty, no one was completely safe.
Sherlock was just getting into a heated argument with Billy the skull about different kinds of ash, to which the skull wasn't replying to him, when the door flew open and he was attacked from behind with a.....hug?
"Did you miss me?" The voice cooed in his ear.
"Moriarty" Sherlock said, half to himself, half aloud. "What are you doing here?"
"You didn't answer my question and I asked it first" the dark haired woman with her thin, pale arms around him said "Did you miss me?"
Sherlock shook his head. "Oh dear! Looks like somebody's lying" Jane Moriarty said as she unwrapped her arms from around Sherlock and crossed the room. "I'm like your drug, without me, you're nothing Sherlock Holmes"
"You've been replaced" Sherlock said through his teeth.
Moriarty spun around on her high heel to face him "And you shot him in the head" she laughed going back to studying the assorted papers and books on the mantle.
"He was flicking John's face"
"What kind of weirdo was he? I'm legitimately insane and even I don't do that" Moriarty said as she sat down in the armchair across from Sherlock, where she had sat a few years before when she last confronted him. "At least I've got manners"
"He also licked a lady's face and peed in our fireplace" Sherlock said, standing up suddenly, causing Moriarty to tense up so she was ready if he tried anything. "Tea?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at his tense companion.
"What a loony!" Moriarty said as she crossed her legs, relaxed now that she realized Sherlock was just being polite. "Tea would be nice"
Sherlock wen t into the kitchen to make the tea while Moriarty studied the cluttered room, looking for things she could use to her advantage against her enemy if she needed to make a fast getaway. "I made you a nice hot cup of tea" he said handing her a teacup and saucer.
Moriarty made a sound of disbelief "Your housekeeper made it"
"I'm not your housekeeper dear!" Mrs. Hudson called from the other room.
"How does she do that?" Both Moriarty and Sherlock said in disbelief, looking into the kitchen.
Sherlock waited until Moriarty had set her teacup down on the table before grabbing her wrists and leaning forward, pulling her towards him. "Hey!" She protested.
"I knew you were going to come to me, and here you are, but you better choose what you do carefully" he whispered to her.
She glared at him, realizing he wasn't going to let go of her wrists, before whispering back "I'm capable of anything"
Sherlock looked right into those evil, dark brown, almost black, eyes of his attractive female destroyer. The reason he had to fake his own death. The woman who had blew her brains out, yet here she was, alive and well.