Playing Games With The Devil - A Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter two: Midnight Meeting

I had the cabbie drop me off right before we got to the bridge. I didn't know where exactly "JM" would be so I thought it would be better to just walk.

I saw him almost immediately. A man was standing on the side of the bridge looking completely unfazed by all of the cars speeding past him.

I hesitantly began walking towards him. "You're late." The man called out. He had an Irish accent. "What do you want from me?" I asked ignoring his comment. "Who says I want something from you." He said still not turning around.

"I don't have time for games. Who are you and why did you tell me to meet you here?"

He laughed sending shivers up my spine. "I love games. More specifically I love wining games. And right now I want you to play."

He turned around for the first time. I'm not sure what I was expecting but it defiantly wasn't this. Jim Moriarty. How could I have been so stupid to not make the connection?

"Didn't you die? I heard on the news you blew your brains out."

"That was just for fun. I wanted to make Sherlock Holmes think he had won. I assume you've heard of him."

"Yes. But what does any of this have to do with me?" I asked starting to feel very uncomfortable.

"I want to show Sherlock he's not a cleaver as he thinks he is. You used to be an undercover detective, you know better than anyone how to fool a person." Moriarty said moving closer towards me.

"Look, you're crazy. Meeting you here was a mistake. I don't want to be a part of your little game, I just want you to leave me alone."

I started to walk away but he grabbed my arm. "Do you really think you have a choice in the matter? I want you to get close to Sherlock. I don't care how, just do it."

"And if don't?"

"I'll make sure everyone knows about Kyle."

I could feel my heart begin beating erratically in my chest. How in the bloody hell did he know about what happened with Kyle?

I said nothing and Moriarty knew he had got to me. "I'll be in touch." He said with a sickening smile and walked off.

I stood on the bridge staring at the River Thames through the railings. I think I might have better luck just jumping off then letting Jim Moriarty have leverage over me.

Eventually I backed away and left the bridge.

I shoved my hands in my pockets to keep them warm, but I felt something strange in the left one. I pulled out a phone that wasn't mine. The only possible explanation was that Moriarty must have put it there without me noticing.

I turned it on and a message popped up on the screen.

He'll be at St. Barts tomorrow. Don't let me down. JM

I could feel my heart beat a little faster, and despite my best efforts not to be, I was drawn to the idea of all of this. There would be no turning back now. 

Let the games begin.