No, No, no no no no no.
He'd won. He'd beaten Sherlock, taken himself out of the game. Solved that very final problem and now he was...in a hotel. Nothing much, nothing fancy. Just a hotel. But without Moran, without any of his snipers, his people, his contacts. Was this hell? It was too luxurious to be the hell Jim Moriarty had expected to find
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O-oh! [She blushed slightly with embarrassment.] Sorry. I thought the room was empty.
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"It's empty now...I thought I'd maybe explore. Bit young to be hanging around aren't you...place like this"
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You can explore, if you want, but I've been traveling up and down the floors for a few days now, and I have no idea where the exit might be.
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"Well, Hello. You must be new around here"
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Jim trailed off looking at the woman and wanting more than to wrap that ribbon around her wrists and take her, right there in the hall. But that wasn't...it didn't make sense, did it?
"Mind telling me where I found myself my dear" he asked, the cold South Dublin drawl betraying more than a hint of the man behind the voice. That and how he held the ribbon
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"This is just 'the hotel' There isn't really a name." She stalks a bit closer to him, surveying him.
"Are you wearing Westwood?"
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"Of course I am." he told her, he did hope he hadn't gotten blood on it. It had deserved better than the end it got he supposed, But it had been worth it, oh so worth it. Sherlock, the Fall and the Final Problem. Just thinking about it thrilled him.
"Want to tell me how to get out of here then, Miss, or do you just plan to stalk around me. I know, I know people find me all kinds of fascinating. But really now!"
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