Sophia Holmes and the Great Game (Sherlock's Daughter Fanfic) *Completed*

Chapter Sixteen - The Spider, Unveiled Part II

I hold Moriarty's gaze firmly for several long seconds, until we're interrupted by a badly-recorded version of the Bee Gees' 'Stayin' Alive'.

Narrowing my eyes I look around, confused to where it's coming from. It's clearly a ringtone, and after several more seconds Moriarty closes his eyes and sighs in exasperation.

"D’you mind if I get that?"

"No, no, please," dad says casually, as if we were just out for the night. "You’ve got the rest of your life."

Moriarty takes his phone from his pocket and answers it. "Hello?" There's a pause as somebody says something on the other end. "Yes, of course it is. What do you want?"

He takes the phone away from his ear for a moment and mouths 'sorry' at us, and from beside me dad replies sarcastically, ‘Oh, it’s fine’.

Moriarty puts his phone back to his ear and rolls his eyes as he listens and turns away from us for a moment. Suddenly, he spins around, his face full of anger.

"SAY THAT AGAIN!" he yells into his phone, and I flich back at the sudden noise. He lowers his voice, speaking more venomously than before. "Say that again, and know that if you’re lying to me, I will find you and I will skin you." John and I exchange quick glances. "Wait."

Moriarty lowers his phone, putting the caller on hold. He starts to walk back towards us, and my grip on the trigger tightens.

He stops just before the jacket and gazes down thoughtfully at it before looking back up at us. "Sorry," he apologises. "Wrong day to die."

"Oh," dad replies casually. "Did you get a better offer?"

Moriarty doesn't answer, but looks back down at his phone as he turns and slowly walks back towards the deep end of the pool.

"You’ll be hearing from me, Sherlock," Moriarty promises and he walks towards a door at the far end of the pool. Just as he reaches it, he lifts the phone back to his ear. "So if you have what you say you have, I will make you rich. If you don’t, I’ll make you into shoes."

He reaches out for the door handle with one hand and raises the other. He clicks his fingers and the result is immediate - the lasers disappear instantly.

I let out another breath of air as I lower my gun slightly and lean against the wall. As I'm catching my breath, I follow dad's gaze up to the viewing gallery but I can't see any signs of movement.

"What happened there?" John sighs speaking freely, I think, for the first time since we arrived.

"Someone changed his mind," dad says.

I look over to him thoughtfully. "The question is: who?"