Sherlock Season 5

The Hidden Figure

Ok, so here is part two. This one is a lot more case-centric, so I hope you guys like that. I apologize for a few spelling mistakes, as I wanted to get this out there as soon as possible

The Hidden Figure

SHERLOCK: SEASON 5, EPISODE 2

3 YEARS PRIOR:

"Is that what you want me to do?" a woman's voice echoed through the hall, her figure cast in shadows.

"That is what you have to do! If you don't," He took a big smack of his gum, "I'll just have to make you into a nice rug, hm?" Moriarty's voice replied.

The woman swallowed, "What did I ever do to deserve this?" her voice was small and weak.

"Nah," he gestured at himself happily, "it is privileged to work for me!" a bubble of his gum snapped.

"Look, I dislike him just as much as you do but isn't this a wee bit extreme?"

Moriarty looked at her like she had ten heads, "Extreme is my MO, surely you know that by now," he walked toward her slowly, "we have known each other for quite a long time after all."

"That wasn't particularly by choice now was it?" She laughed.

"No I suppose not, regardless we have been brought together to finish the job, in case my suicide plan doesn't work." He smacked his lips.

"I'm sure she can help provide information," the woman raised her eyebrows.

"I have already spoken with her," he paused and lifted his head dramatically, "alone."

"Well how did ya manage that?" the woman was shocked.

"She wanted to," his eyes twinkled.

"Anything useful?"

"Loads," he smirked.

"Than what on earth do ya need me fer?"

"We need more information on the dear doctor before we can execute the plan."

"What else is there to know? We know where they live, what they do," she shook her head, "what are you getting at?"

"It's not what he has now," Moriarty cackled, "it's what he's going to have."

"Jim, why do always have to be so bloody cryptic?"

"Cryptic is sexy," he ran a hand through his hair, "don't you think?"

"You really are disgusting ya know."

"Oh I know," he spits out his gum in the corner, "that's my appeal."

"So if you die in this whole plan we have, who am I supposed to get my orders from?"

"Oh don't you know," he smiled once again, "the sister will tell you everything."

A silence fell over the hallway.

"Yer kidding, right? How am I supposed to get into that place on my own?" She put her hands on her hips.

"My god you were always thick," Moriarty broke into hysterical laughter, "you don't have to go to her! You underestimate her capabilities."

He turned around to leave, mumbling a song as he did so.

"I that am lost, oh who will find me?

Deep down below the old beech tree."

The woman called after him, "When am I supposed to start this plan of yers?"