Distant Minds {{Sherlock Rp with Circledude5}}

[Circledude5]

Sherlock heard the telltale sound of a silenced shot on the street outside, followed by two sets of footsteps in the corridor. He closed his eyes momentarily. Moran and Ciera.





Moriarty's eyes lit up as the two joined them; Sherlock did not turn around. "Very good, Seb. Daddy's very proud."


Sherlock continued to refuse to turn around, but he could imagine the big ex-soldier nodding with an expression somewhere between irked and quite pleased with himself. "How did you track her?" he asked.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera was still grimacing, her anger rising. It was bad enough to be pushed around by a buffoon, but then he fired a gun at her. And that wasn't something she tolerated well.


As she finally looked up at Moriarty, her eyes widened slightly as she finally remembered what had happened earlier in the day. The text, the cab, the drugs.


Glancing back at the man behind her, she narrowed her eyes at him and stepped away, looking at him as if daring him to try and stop her from walking away from him and toward the other two.

 

[Circledude5]

"Well I'd tell you," the Irishman said, dancing closer than ever (Sherlock still refusing to turn away), "But that wouldn't be any fun!"


After a moment of silence, Sherlock whipped round, facing Ciera and putting on a coat of sarcastic joy. "How lovely of you to finally join us," He said, bounding over. He was irritated that Moriarty had extracted her himself, though he supposed he should have seen that coming. "On your way to Oasis, were you?"

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera gazed at Sherlock with her arms crossed, somewhat mad at him for getting her into whatever this was, and yet somewhat glad- it certainly did solve her boredom problem.


"I would have been here sooner, had you not went through so much trouble of ditching me. " She replied simply.

 

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Moriarty chuckled. "Is this what you do to your friends, Sherlock?" The detective ignored him and stepped closed to Ciera.


"You were shot." Sherlock remarked. His eyes had been drawn to her arm. The coat was ripped, and it was slowly becoming darker around the spot. It made him angry, and he had to force himself to keep calm.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera raised an eyebrow as she glanced over to her arm. "That buffoon has an itchy trigger finger." Ciera explained as she glanced back to the man who had led her there.


"Going to have to get a new coat though." She glared back at the man, her bright blue eyes now a stormy color.

 

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"Oh, I don't think that will be necessary," Sherlock remarked with a dry smile, "John is rather good with a needle."


Moriarty let out a gleeful laugh, and Sherlock turned to face the madman. "Well isn't this just sweet. But really, Sherlock, I didn't just have you come here so you and she can talk. If I wanted you to talk, I'd have let you have a peaceful night at home. No, we need to have a little chat."

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera held back a sharp retort as Moriarty spoke, realizing that it probably wouldn't help their current situation if she was a smart ass. Instead she glared at him, subconsciously putting a hand over her injured arm.


He was narcissistic, that much was obvious. Not to mention how incredibly condescending he was. It was everything that pissed her off, wrapped up in a single man. Wonderful.

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock couldn't see Ciera, but he could hear and feel her tensing in disgust in reaction to Moriarty. The consulting detective held his head up high and glared at him. "By all means, go on." Sherlock told him.


Moriarty took yet another step forward, closing the gap between them. "Seb, you can go now." He addressed the large ex-soldier hovering behind Ciera, and the big man left the way he had come.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera looked backward only momentarily as the other man left back the way they had come and turned her attention back to Moriarty. She looked briefly at her watch and observed the time before looking back up.


At the moment, every single one of her weapons was back at the flat in her suitcase. Her Beretta, her Stiletto switchblade. She had been so focused on following Sherlock that she had completely forgotten about taking anything for defense. Which was surprising given the fact that she knew exactly where she was going and who she was meeting.

 

[Circledude5]

"Oh, now this is cosy," Moriarty squealed in a painfully synthetic imitation of excitement. "Just us three." He advanced further, walking right up to Sherlock and circling round. "Who's our new little friend here?"


Sherlock kept his head high and continued glaring at a point ahead of him. He could just imagine Ciera grimacing at Moriarty's word choice.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera was, indeed, grimacing at his word choice. As well as clenching her fists. She knew that hitting him wouldn't make anything any better, but it would make her mood improve dramatically. She glared at him as he circled her, her eyes all but spitting fire.

 

[Circledude5]

"You already know," Sherlock stated.


Moriarty came back around in front and shrugged playfully. "Well, yes, " he admitted, "But this makes it a bit more dramatic, adds a bit of interest."





He disappeared from Sherlock view again, but continued talking. "I'm a little hurt, Sherlock, truly I am. I thought that it was just us playing this game."

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera finally spoke up. "Game?" She questioned.


Of all the people to be stuck in a room with, it had to be a psychopath and a high-functioning sociopath. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.

 

[Circledude5]

Both Sherlock and Moriarty ignored Ciera.


"Not my choice," Sherlock said to the consulting criminal. "John's really he one to blame." He leaned in closer to the mad man. "Family relations, you know. They can be ever so boring."

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera got an idea as she watched the two interact. Hiding a grin, she pinched the bridge of her nose and turned away.


"Ugh, this is boring. I'm leaving."

 

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"Yes, go ahead," Sherlock said. "Don't know why you came in the first place."


But Moriarty had wanted them both there for a reason, and so he was going to have his way. "Seb!"


In an instant, the large man had reappeared, barring the exit with a raised gun.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera narrowed her gaze and continued walking.


"You don't scare me." She said to the larger man as she walked toward him and the door.

 

[Circledude5]

"Is she really always like this?" Moriarty questioned, crossing his arms and shaking his head in an imitation of exasperation. "This is becoming more difficult than is really necessary."


"'Fraid so," Sherlock told the consulting criminal with an icy smile.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera only half heard the conversation taking place at the other side of the room as she gazed steadily at him and continued approaching, only stopping when he brought the gun up and placed it on her forehead.


"Do it." She said with a steady gaze, watching his movements.

 

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"Oh, for God's sake, Sherlock!" Moriarty whined.


Sherlock merely shrugged. The madman buried his face in his hands. "No, no. I didn't want to do this! It makes so complicated!" He looked up, frustrated expression completely gone from his face. He took his phone out and held it up to his ear.


"Yes, I'm afraid. Go ahead." He said to whoever was on the other end of the phone.


With the realisation of what was about to happen, one word started repeating itself in Sherlock's brain.


John. John. John.

 

[Shadow Cat]

There. That had been the movement she had been looking for. Slight tremor in the left hand, rather than the one holding the gun. It meant one thing.


"Thank you very much for your input, sir." Ciera said cheerily as she spun on her heel and walked back over to Moriarty and Sherlock. "Now, what was it you wanted?" Ciera spoke to Moriarty with an unbelievably upbeat tone. As she spoke, she stood just in front of Sherlock, purposely making her left hand tremble slightly, hoping he would see it and catch on to what she was trying to tell him.

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock was blindsided by this sudden change in Ciera's behaviour. Perhaps John would be safe...for now...


As she spoke, his eyes were drawn to movement - left hand; intermittent tremour





Now that was interesting, because as far as he knew, Ciera was perfectly steady-handed. Which meant she was trying to tell him something. But what?


[sorry for slow reply; school's a pain]

 

[Shadow Cat]

Moriarty, of course was looking directly into her eyes, not at her hand. And her left hand was straight down by her side, so she knew he couldn't be looking at it.


She looked at Moriarty with a smile, as though there was no place she would rather be. She knew that when Sherlock did realize what she was trying to tell him, he wouldn't give anything away, so it was a bit a guess work from here on out. She stop the slight trembling of her hand so the Moriarty wouldn't see, hoping that Sherlock had already noticed.

 

[Circledude5]

His mind was racing. But no, no, no! He couldn't get too deep into his mind palace, or he'd lose concentration on the situation at hand. Moriarty was tapping something into his phone now, and Sherlock guessed it was to call off whatever was going to happen to John. Or...whoever.


He tried to banish the thought that if anything happened to John. it would be his fault. Like Mycroft, like Redbeard, like Mummy, it would be his fault.





"So, you two," Moriarty said, eyes still on his phone. He finished and replaced it absently back in his inside pocket. "Isn't this fun?"