SCENE 7
[The screen cuts back to John and Lestrade arriving at their destination- an old, run down warehouse. They both jump out and as soon as their cab driver drives away they both pull out their guns and walk in. The door squeaks and they turn on their torches. They point their guns forward and walk around. Lestrade walks around and leans on a door on the right side. He looks inside and then leans back. Then he turns to John who looks at him.]
LESTRADE: I think I found it.
[John walks over to him and looks in the room his shoulders drop. They look at each other and walk in. In the center of the room is a briefcase laying atop a table. John walks towards it and Lestrade continues to stand by the door and stare. He slowly opens the briefcase with a click and looks at what's inside.]
JOHN: No.
LESTRADE: What? [He walks over] Oh my god!
SCENE 8
[The screen cuts back to Sherlock sitting across from Moran on a large, corner couch. Irene is still nowhere in sight. They are drinking tea from a tray sitting on a glass coffee table between them. Sherlock has changed into a suit and his coat and scarf. His cuts have been cleaned up and it appears he has showered. Moran smiles and places her cup on the saucer and then puts it on the table.]
MORAN: I see you've cleaned up. So sorry about that again.
[Sherlock smiles quickly and then takes a sip of his tea. There is a short, awkward pause.]
MORAN: How was your day?
SHERLOCK: Well...besides being kidnapped and tortured when I was supposed to be meeting with an old friend, I must say...pretty good.
[Moran rolls her eyes at Sherlock and smirks before taking another sip of her tea. Sherlock puts his cup down.]
SHERLOCK: Speaking of friend...
MORAN: Ah, yes. Irene Adler. I must say, she doesn't seem like a likely friend for you, but still...[She rings a small bell and the man from before walks into the room] Bring me the other one. [He stands still for a moment, clearly reluctant] NOW Jim, we haven't got all day!
SHERLOCK: Jim?
MORAN: Oh, no. Not the Jim you knew. That was our brother, also named Jim. [pointing to Jim, she whispers:] That one likes trains.
SHERLOCK: Brother?
MORAN: My brother. James Moriarty.
SHERLOCK: You're...you're his sister?
MORAN: Well, I don't think we have properly introduced so now is as good as a time as ever. I am Moran Moriarty. Sister to James and James Moriarty.
SHERLOCK: Twins?
MORAN: No, actually. I'm the eldest and the Jim you knew- the one that's dead- he was the middle child. And that Jim is the youngest.
[Then, Jim walks in with Irene behind him in cuffs. She looks less beaten up then Sherlock was, but still pretty bruised.]
MORAN: Ah, here we go! [She gets up and walks to Irene. She puts out her hand for Irene to shake as she introduces herself.] Moran Moriarty. Hello!
[Irene opens her mouth slightly and moves her eyes from Moran to Sherlock, not saying a word. Moran slowly removes her hand from its place and awkwardly put it in her pocket.]
MORAN: So...[she signals towards the couch] take a seat! [pause] Oh! Right...right.
[She digs a key out from her pocket and unlocks Irene's cuffs. They fall to the ground and Jim quickly picks them up. Irene then takes a seat in the middle of the couch, between Moran and Sherlock.]
SHERLOCK [to Irene]: So...how was your day?
A/N: Oooo mysterious briefcase AND tea with a [possible] enemy? Fascinating. (Did you catch my little SPN reference?)
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