for Mycroft Holmes caringisnot Merry Christmas. You have one shot.
Time heals all wounds. Physical ones anyway. Moriarty was never right to begin with, so by the time he healed as much as he was going to from his injuries and all his ducks were in a queue, he began to think on the one man besides Sherlock with whom he was still morbidly fascinated with - Mycroft Holmes.
It wasn't so much pure genius as convenient planning on Moriarty's part that Mycroft's habitat would be forced to undergo fumigation and that he had the man's hotel room upgraded to Penthouse level. The fact that he'd be there making himself at home in the suite's kitchen by the time the other man rolled in was icing on the cake.
As neither of them liked to get their hands dirty, he banked on Mycroft not gunning him down or tearing him to pieces at the get go.
"In dulci jubilo
nun singet und seid froh!
Unsers Herzens Wonne
leit in praesepio,
und leuchtet als die Sonne,
matris in gremio.
Alpha es et O!"
The music he had piped in matched the Dickens Christmasy theme he had set for the decor. Right down to whistling and singing along, he mimmicked the Christmas spirit best as a psycopath such as himself could and bided his time, putting the last touches on the catered holiday meal.
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It wasn't so much pure genius as convenient planning on Moriarty's part that Mycroft's habitat would be forced to undergo fumigation and that he had the man's hotel room upgraded to Penthouse level. The fact that he'd be there making himself at home in the suite's kitchen by the time the other man rolled in was icing on the cake.
As neither of them liked to get their hands dirty, he banked on Mycroft not gunning him down or tearing him to pieces at the get go.
"In dulci jubilo
nun singet und seid froh!
Unsers Herzens Wonne
leit in praesepio,
und leuchtet als die Sonne,
matris in gremio.
Alpha es et O!"
The music he had piped in matched the Dickens Christmasy theme he had set for the decor. Right down to whistling and singing along, he mimmicked the Christmas spirit best as a psycopath such as himself could and bided his time, putting the last touches on the catered holiday meal.
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