James Moriarty despises boring people. He can't be the only one. But at this moment, he is almost positive that the cabbie is driving purposefully slow because he knows that Jim has to be somewhere.
"Dear God." he mutters under his breath. He desperately needs a distraction. And he's found the perfect one.
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And Still We Play - A BBC Sherlock FanFiction
FanfictionMoriarty is back, and stopping him is more difficult than before. Sherlock must choose between saving the ones he loves, or playing the game.
