Sherlock Season 5: No More Secrets

#8. Motivation

Sherlock entered 221B Baker St. to a panicked Mrs. Hudson. "Sherlock! You won't believe it but...", Sherlock interrupted her, "...Moriarty is alive and he's upstairs right now". "Oh dear, how did you know?", replied Mrs. Hudson. "I had just brought some tea upstairs for you boys, when he stormed in here. I thought I'd seen enough ghosts come back to life, but apparently I was wrong," she continued. John did his best to calm her nerves. Sherlock, however, was deep in thought staring up the stairs and not hearing another word she was saying. "Ready?", John asked as he stepped beside Sherlock at the bottom of the stairs. Sherlock nodded and they slowly walked up.

They entered the flat to the smiling figure of a very alive Jim Moriarty. "Hi!, Don't be so happy to see me!", he smirked. He picked up a cup of tea he had already poured for himself and took a long sip before continuing. "I know what you're thinking, Sherlock. You want to know how I did it!". John stepped forward, "No, we don't", he exclaimed. "Why don't you just get to the point?" Moriarty looked at Sherlock, "But you already know why I'm here, don't you Sherlock? We still haven't finished our story! And the ending...oh, you're going to love the ending!". "No", John yelled, "what's going to happen is I'm going to end you!". John drew his pistol and pointed it at Moriarty ready to fire. "The loyal soldier as always Dr. Watson, but I do believe we've already played this game before", Moriarty laughed. John shook his head in frustration and dropped his gun as he saw the small red dot of a sniper's sight on Sherlock's chest.

"Stop wasting our time!", Sherlock coldly yelled. Moriarty stood. "Our sister,...she's really cute isn't she?", said Moriarty changing the subject. "She was always that way...always the little angel. That's why father kept her so close you know. Demons love to drag angels down with them to hell." Sherlock stared off in anger. "What do you think it was like? Living all alone with demons as your only friends?", Moriarty smiled.

Sherlock lunged at Moriarty in a rage and grabbed him by the collar. "Sherlock!", John yelled, and ran up to his friend to try and hold him back. "You're going to get yourself killed!". "I'm going to end you!", Sherlock growled. Moriarty's face hardened, "l don't know what father saw in you! You're weak. Always on the side of the angels! So utterly boring!!". Sherlock calmed himself down enough to release his hold on Moriarty and took a few steps back.

Moriarty brushed his suit off and began to stroll to the stairs casually. He stopped in front of Sherlock, leaned in, and whispered something before leaving with a: "See you later". Sherlock's jaw was clenched tightly, and he remained motionless and lost in thought until John interrupted him. "Sherlock? What did he say?", John asked. Sherlock rubbed his face, sat, and put his gathered fingers to his lips in contemplation. "Sherlock?", John repeated, "What is it? What did he say?". Sherlock took a deep breath and finally spoke: "Love,...is a much more vicious motivator!".