thefinalsolution | (no subject)

He's had some time to settle into this new domain of endless possibility and do you know what Moriarty finds? He finds wondrous things. He finds messages passed along hotel stationary and he sees doors that lead to countless other universes and he watches people and knows there are certain ones he ought to make acquaintances with.

One of them isn't a potential client.

One of them is far more interesting than that. Joan Watson. How can it be? And how can he have not had something so brilliant in his life before? Joan Watson! Which surely means there's a Sherlock out there to serve as consulting detective, which means there might be some kind of solution to the final problem apart from putting all his hopes and dreams on his Sherlock. Possibility and potential. It warms a villain's heart.

He needs to make the meet. He's taken to orchestrating potential meetcutes where she might pass by, accumulating little props to help his little charade as John Holmes. His new wardrobe consists of cardigans and reading glasses over well-fitted jeans. He's found himself spots in the bar, the lobby, and the restaurant, and he'll wait until Ms. Watson graces him with her presence.

It will happen. Moriarty knows it will happen and when it does, he'll have something new to play with, finally.

Threaded | Flat

Joan was enjoying the hotel, perhaps a little too much. She was dearly fond of Sherlock, but his presence could be tense and weighing, especially lately. You would think it would have been most difficult for her when she had started out as his new and unfamiliar sober companion, but in the end Sherlock, while he was different, had the similar responses and patterns she had experienced with other clients before. But now that they had been through so much and their relationship had changed to one of friend, apprentice, and companion, she found him more difficult than ever.

But the hotel? Was not a safe haven but one of new experiences removed from the ones she was getting in New York. It helped to keep her mind fresh and always buzzing, and it was a place to find more rest and relaxation - and as a result, her work was all the more better for it. Whenever she guiltily thought she might be cheating, she had to remind herself that it wasn't an exam.

She stopped in the lobby to check for notes at reception, in case there was any news, any mysteries she might look into, but all seemed calm on that front for the moment. She had decided to take a weekend at the hotel - hoping, of course, that the strange, tricky moveent of time was going to stay the same and not leap ahead without her as soon as she returned back home - and now she was wondering what she may do next to occupy herself.