Playing Games With The Devil - A Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter six: All For A Favour

I sit in the small flat of 221b Baker Street in silence as Lestrade argues with Sherlock. It ends with Lestrade promising not to mention my confession of murder to anyone but wanting no further contact with me. Then he walks out and slams the door.

"That was tedious."

I stare at Sherlock in bewilderment as he seems so unbothered by everything. He reminds me a lot of Moriarty.

They both manipulate and use people for their own betterment. Each having no regards for the lives they ruin in the process of winning a game.

And right now, I'm caught in the middle of the sociopath and the psychopath at war with one another.

Sherlock turns his attention to me, his eyes scanning my features. "You would've had me fooled if it hadn't been for Moran. When I first met John I knew all about him within the first minute of our meeting. But when I saw you for the first time I knew nothing other than what you told me. You are extremely good, Brooklyn. But you're going to need to be better than good to fool Moriarty."

I laugh at him.

"You sound just like him. Do you realise that? You are no better than Moriarty. The only thing that separates you two even the slightest is the fact that you have weaknesses. John, Mary, Irene, Mycroft, Janine-"

"Stop it. You've made your point. Yes, I do have certain...weaknesses as you called them, but so does Moriarty. And it's going to be your job to find them. There has to be at least one person, one thing he cares about. Something he would do anything to protect." Sherlock says with determination in his voice.

"There is no way I will be able to pull that off. Incarceration sounds better than what you're asking of me."

Sherlock smiles pacing in front of me.

"Oh, please. One thing I do know about you is that you crave excitement and adventure. You wouldn't last a month in prison. You get bored just like me, and just like him." Sherlock says while grabbing his coat.

"I'll text you further details later. I have somewhere to be now so just let yourself out." He added before leaving me and John to ourselves.

John glanced over at me and clears his throat. "Well, I suppose we should go..." He says looking rather uncomfortable. I nod and we both descend the stairs leaving the flat.

"Look I know you don't know me and I don't know you, but can you just promise me something? Promise you won't-"

I never found out what he wanted me to promise. He was cut off by his phone ringing and answered immediately after seeing who it was.

"Hello...you're what?...Okay, okay I'm on my way." He says hanging up the phone. "Oh my god!" John exclaims in a panic. He looks nervous as he tries to hail a cab.

"Are you alright?"

"Mary, she's gone in labour. The baby's coming." He tells me, his voice slightly shaking.

I help him get a cab and wish him luck with the baby.

"Aren't ordinary people adorable?"

I don't have to turn around to know who it is.

"Getting married, having babies, its soooo boring. Don't you think?" Moriarty says standing beside me now.

I regard him coldly. "What do you want?"

"You." He whispers in my ear.

I shudder and back away from him violently causing him to laugh.

"You know, I was mad at first when I found out about you blabbing everything to Sherlock but then I realised it was better than perfect. Now he really thinks you're on his side. That message was just for him, I knew he would read it. Now come, I have something I would like to discuss with you."

"Discuss it here." I say sternly.

A black car pulled up to us and Moriarty opened the door. "Get in."

I cross my arms and stand still.

"Don't make me tell you again, darling."

The iciness of his voice goaded me against my better judgment to get in the car. Moriarty slid in beside me and closed the door.

I feel highly uncomfortable being in this close of proximity to him. Moriarty radiates danger and that scares me.

Not necessarily because I'm actually afraid of him but because I'm afraid of myself, and my lack of control.

When I first met him at the bridge he seemed...different. It's taken me till now to realise it was all an act. I think it would be impossible for anyone to see the real Jim Moriarty. He puts on a different facade around everyone to insure that.

"Didn't you have something you wanted to discuss?" I ask not wanting to bear the awkward silence any longer. "So eager to leave, are we? I wouldn't get your hopes up, I'd very much like to keep for a while." He says with a smirk playing on his face.

I stare at Moriarty incredulously wanting very much to slap him in the face and tell him he doesn't own me, and that he damn sure can't force me to stay.

"You have five minutes to say whatever it is you want and after that I'm getting out of this car." I say gaining my courage.

Moriarty grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him. "You're not going anywhere. And I would advise you not to speak to me like that again, I may just have to punish you." He says violently in my ear. Then his lips move down to my jaw and my neck leaving behind a trail of bite marks.

I summon up all my strength and push him away. Moriarty laughs looking highly pleased. "It took you some time to push me away, one might get the impression you were enjoying it."

"You disgust me."

"Continue to lie to yourself as much as you like but we both know the truth." He goads.

I ignore his comment as the car comes to a stop. Moriarty steps out of the car and beckons me to follow. I hesitate slightly before getting out of the car.

My jaw drops when I see where we are.

Buckingham Palace.

"What in the hell are we doing here?"

"I want you to go in and cause a scene. I need you to be a distraction for about 10 minutes. Do something major, make sure all attention is focused on you. Have your phone on, I'll text you when it's time to leave and then meet me right here."

"You're joking right?" I ask thinking he can't be serious.

"Do this for me and I'll owe you a favour. I don't think I need to tell you how beneficial that could be." Moriarty says with a smug look on his face.

I weigh the situation in my mind thinking about my options. Moriarty owing me a favour could prove very useful, but on the other hand I'm screwed if I don't manage to get out before the guards catch me.

"Fine, I'll do it." I say willing to take the risk.

Moriarty smiles. "I knew you wouldn't say no. And just remember that favour can be anything you want." He says with a suggestive wink.

I roll my eyes and begin walking towards Buckingham Palace. Here goes nothing...