He sat back in his chair, reading over the anonymous email in his inbox. He knew exactly who’d sent it, but had to ponder on the validity of the information.
It shouldn’t be possible, but there it was, black text on a white screen, giving him a once in a lifetime opportunity to gain the ultimate upper hand against his arch-nemesis. And to have the upperhand when dealing with the man who was quickly rising through the ranks to become THE british government; was too good of a tip to not act on.
“We’re going on an adventure, Sebby,” he called for his right hand man - who looked surprised his boss was talking of getting personally involved. “When I give back his little brother, I want Mycroft Holmes to know he owes me, personally, for the (FAVOUR)”
And with that, James Moriarty, up and coming criminal mastermind, headed out with discharged Army Colonel Sebastian Moran to where a group of child traffickers had managed to get their hands on thirteen year old Sherlock Holmes.
( injury to children )mon names in the world, and he wants to be nothing more than to be common.
When he woke up in Sir’s guest room, arm useless at his side, and nowhere to go, he looked at the Man in the Suit, and asked someone just put him out of his misery. Sir asked him if he could be anything he wanted, what would he be - he’d said ‘anyone else’
And that’s what Sir gave him. The chance to drop his past and become someone new.
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