On And On The River Flows (Open)

[James 'Jim' Moriarty]

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's O.K.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive...

The song blared in Moriarty's ears as he played it on his phone's earphones, bobbing his head as he walked down the path beside the Thames. He came to a stop and leaned his arms on the railing, looking through his sunglasses at the London Eye across the river. His eyes moved in a slow circle as they traced the course of one of the oval compartments. That was the one with his target. A completely random person, who Moriarty decided to build an intricate web around.

The consulting criminal took his phone out of his coat pocket and typed a text message: 'SHOWTIME!'. He sent it to Moran, the group of henchmen he had standing by, and to his arch-enemy: Sherlock Holmes.

A moment later, there was a loud banging noise, and across the river, there was an explosion at the bottom of the great landmark. The orange flame was thrown up and the giant wheel leaned precariously over the river. It fell down far enough so that the compartment he had been looking at was hovering above the water. It had been on the side of the wheel when the supports were blown up.

Next moment, someone fell out of that compartment. But no one would notice unless they were looking, which Moriarty was. Only he knew that Moran had shot a silenced bullet at the person, and that someone on that compartment had managed to release the door so the target could fall out. Why did he blow up a giant landmark, probably resulting in quite a few deaths, just to cover up that one?

Sherlock Holmes' latest mystery to solve was only just beginning.

[Molly Hooper]

Molly had been walking past the London Eye when there was an explosion. She jumped back, surprised. She managed not to be harmed. She stared wide-eyed at the London eye, her hands at her mouth as she saw someone fall from a compartment into the sea. This was...really bad. Molly glanced round. Quite a few people had only just now turned to stare at the London Eye.

Molly stared and stared. Then everyone began to react. Screams, slightly. But some were rushing over to the London eye. Yikes. Molly glanced around for any sign of what or who had caused this disaster. Her eyes skimmed over the Thames. Then she kept looking round, biting her lip a bit.

Molly's eyes fell on someone staring at the London eye over the Thames. She didn't, foolishly, recognize the person. She examined the London eye once more. Where was Sherlock at this point? She decided that she wouldn't call him. For all she knew he could already be around here somewhere, and she didn't want to nag. Okay, this was serious.

Molly, making her decision, flipped out her phone and sent a quick text to Sherlock: Did you see that?! The London Eye just...got blown up! Sending it, she wondered again how exactly this happened. Everyone was genuinely shell-shocked. This could have killed quite a few people, and caused a lot of mayhem. Actually, a hell of a lot of mayhem. Who would do such a thing? Of course, nobody came to Molly's mind as she was quite thoughtful and worried.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Bored. Sherlock sat, lying across the sofa, fully dressed as apparently lying around in his sheet was not something he was allowed to do al day. The detective stared up at the celling, wondering if he needed to do something interesting to it. The celling did appear to be rather boring. Just plain. White. Dull. Maybe he could try and link everything in the web that Moriarty had created. Then, he could just look up at it every day and add to it. John and Mrs Hudson wouldn't be pleased, but it did seem like a necassary sacrifice.

Bleep. Sherlock sat up, his body still. It was his phone. Dashing over to his coat pocket, the detective withdrew the phone and his light blue eyes shone at the fact that he had recieved a new text message. And finaly, it appeared, Moriarty had taken action. SHOWTIME! Sherlock couldn't trace the signal, but he did have his homeless network out, looking for Moriarty. Some, who were more well off even had phones, which they used to contact him. Sometimes the Homeless network would pass this information onto these members first, so things took even less time.

Sending out an urgent text message to those members of the Homeless Network, telling them that this was urgent, it wasn't long until he got his information. Someone matching Moriarty's description was at the Thames, opposite the London Eye. The person who had noticed Moriarty had been coming to Baker Street to give Sherlock the news. Thankfully they had run into one of the Homeless network with a phone and informed her to text Sherlock of this information. Rushing outside, pulling his coat and scarf on, Sherlock hailed a cab and got int, specifying his destination and promising a tip if they arrived in les than five minutes.

As they neared their destination, there was a large bang. The sound of an explosion. The taxi drew to a halt and he glanced nervously at Sherlock. Sighing, Sherlock withdrew one of the many ID cards he had pickpocketed from lestrade when the Detective Inspector was being annoying. Thankfully, there was no more wait and they were back on track to arriving at the destination. it was at that point that Sherlock heard the sound of his phone once more notifying him of a text. Withdrawing it from his pocket, Sherlock wondered if it could be from a worried John.

No, it was from Molly. Did you see that?! The London Eye just...got blown up! Dramatic. So far, he couldn't see any purpose and Moriarty always had a purpose, something of more significance than simply terrorism. So what would this be for? What was the purpose. One my way. Any further details?[/color] Sherlock texted, doubting that Molly would have picked up any of the more useful details. Finally, the taxi arrived and Sherlock paid the fare, tipping the drive as he had done the journey in under five minutes.

Casting his gaze around, Sherlock observed the different people. Normal, screaming and running in panic, taking pictures and videos of the scene. A few police cars driving up. The London Eye collapsing was not too important at the moment. the detective needed to take in the whole picture. The main people he needed to spot would be any henchmen of Moriarty's, that e should be able to deduce from their behavour and the mastcriminal himself. Moriarty would probably be calm, observing the chaos or making a retreat. Moving through the crowd, Sherlock attempted to spot the Consulting Criminal.

[James 'Jim' Moriarty]

Moriarty chuckled softly as he watched the scene across the river. Even from across the way, he could hear the screaming. Ordinary people always reacted so melodramatically to these sort of things before thinking of a solution. He reckoned it would take about ten minutes for any emergency services to get properly mobilized. Looking behind him, he saw that the people on this side of the river were shocked as well, but they didn't notice him. Another thing about ordinary people in emergencies. They always missed the details.

There was a beep that indicated he had a text, and he took his phone out. It was from one of his workers at the Eye. Sherlock Holmes just showed up, apparently. Looking over, Moriarty thought he briefly saw a stock of curly black hair, but it was impossibleto tell at this distance. Stepping back and going into the crowd. He sent Sherlock another text: 'Look at the eye, and what do you see? - JM' He really didn't care if this gave it away too much. This was just warming the detective up. He stayed hidden in the crowd, making sure he wouldn't be seen by the police that would probably be crawling the area soon. Or Sherlock, if he decided to come over here.

[Molly Hooper]

Molly's eyes finally fell on a figure staring at the London Eye from across the river, but she didn't recognize him, and she texted Sherlock back: Anything else? Nope, sorry, I only saw a guy fall out of one of the compartments. And someone staring at the eye doing nothing. Sorry couldn't be of more help. xx Molly then watched all the commotion. She walked towards the London Eye to examine it better. She made sure she was away from any danger.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Detail. They were important. Especially the little ones, they ones that peoplle always missed. Like the fact that Moriarty had to be here, somewhere and his henchmen. The more important features. The detective glanced around, trying to make his way through the large amount of people crowd. Moriarty would most likely be at the front, watching as the chaos went ahead, so Sherlock tried to get to the front, most people moving out of the way as the saw him coming. That had to be the only advantage of being in the papers as a famous detective.

The sounds of his phone alerted Sherlock to the fact that he had a new text message. Look at the eye, and what do you see? - JM Sherlock glanced at the eye, his eyes scanning over it. Most of it was unimportant, a collapsing object, then his keen gaze spotted something, it appeared that an object was floating down the Thames, it was the size of a body, and it appeared that one of the compartments was open. Sherlock frowned. The object was not moving. Had the person been knocked out from the collapsing object? Or killed by it?

Sherlock watched it, and made a mental note to pick up that certain thing later. First of all, he needed to locate Moriarty. Anything else? Nope, sorry, I only saw a guy fall out of one of the compartments. And someone staring at the eye doing nothing. Sorry couldn't be of more help. xx Sherlock read the most recent text from Molly and filled that knowledge in his head. It was a person that had fallen out, possible drowning in the Thames, or already dead. Hopefully, if the person was drowning someone would pick up the body and save him. But it was more likely that this was linked to Moriarty, and so thus the man would probably be dead.

Turning away from the scene, Sherlock's eyes scanned through the worried people, before they lit upon a familar face. The Consulting Criminal. Sherlock moved silently through the crowd towards Jim Moriarty and stopped behind the master criminal. "I see you've finally put your next plan into motion." Sherlock commented, drly, his blue eyes flickering over the features of Moriarty, looking for any further clues to help out the case. "And with quite a commotion, I may add."

[James 'Jim' Moriarty]

He had nearly got out through the back of the crowd when the all-too familiar voice caused him to stop. The consulting criminal had nearly got away, and he hadn't planned on encountering Sherlock today. But then, what's life without some surprises? And Moriarty decided he'd enjoy this one.

"I see you've finally put your next plan into motion. And with quite a commotion, I may add."

Moriarty just grinned. "So glad you could join me," he said, turning to face Sherlock. His sunglasses gave his eyes protection from the detective's perceptive, piercing gaze. Moriarty thought about that, and allowed himself to give Sherlock one glance of hate through his shades. He made it so that his hatred and anger towards, his want for revenge against, and his need to prove that he was better than Sherlock were all poured into that gaze and directed at the detective for one, finite second. Then his eyes returned to normal. But no one would notice the change. Only Moriarty would ever know about that.

And it would help him if Sherlock managed to turn this situation round so that he beat the consulting criminal.

"So, how are you?" Moriarty asked casually, as if they were two old friends meeting on a perfectly normal day that didn't involve the catastrophe of a famous landmark being destroyed, endangering countless innocent lives in the process.

[Sherlock Holmes]

The detective took in the Consulting Criminal as he turned to face him. "So glad you could join me," The conversation between the two was often calm and considerate, not the kind that you would expect between enemies, although Sherlock still did not view Moriarty as his archenemy, which was reserved for his brother, Mycroft. There were more advantages to the Consulting Criminal, it gave Sherlock interesting cases to work on, something to put his mind towards. Mycroft was just an unnecessary person watching Sherlock, giving him boring problems because Mycroft couldn't be bothered to do any exercise.

Sherlock noticed that Moriarty was wearing sunglasses, it was not incredibly sunny, but if one were to be watching a planned explosion, they might come in useful. They also prevented Sherlock from being able to see Moriarty's gaze, he could be looking at Sherlock or elsewhere. Which could proove to be useful for the Consulting criminal. Sherlock could not hold Moriarty's gaze with his own, so instead they flickered over the form of the criminal, mainly holding to his face. No emotion came across Sherlock's face as he watched Moriarty, disregarding the blown up London Eye. That wasn't too important for the meantime, it would still be here in a few minutes.

"So, how are you?" Sherlock looked at Moriarty, thinking briefly about his answer. "Recently life has prooven to be rather boring, but I don't think that it will last. And you?" Sherlock asked, his gaze flickering over Moriarty's face looking for any sign of emotion in the consulting criminal's face. "Melodrama does appear to be your forta." Sherlock commented, gesturing with a gloved hand towards the London Eye. If it were to disguise the falling item, probably the body, then Moriarty had certainly gone for a lot of effort and drama.

[James 'Jim' Moriarty]

"Recently life has prooven to be rather boring, but I don't think that it will last. And you? Melodrama does appear to be your forte."

Moriarty simply shrugged at that. "Well, I thought I'd come back with a bang. Literally." He briefly followed Sherlock's gesture with his eyes and looked at the collapsing Eye, but didn't betray any emotion. The consulting criminal knew that that was the sort of thing Sherlock would look for, anything that might betray his actions and make the detective aware of what he was up to. Had he seen the body fall from the Eye? It was likely. But Moriarty would give no sign as to what his thoughts may be. He wouldn't allow Sherlock to have that advantage over him.

"Besides, I'm sure you're glad about it," he went on, turning back to face his enemy. "You hate being bored, and I've given you one of your biggest cases ever. I suppose you could say I was being kind to both of us. I've been lonely as well recently, and I did so want to see you again." He gave a grin, just a quick one that lasted for a second. "So come out and play, Sherlock. Enjoy the show."

[Sherlock Holmes]

"Well, I thought I'd come back with a bang. Literally." Sherlock codly regarded Moriarty and the Eye. It certainly was a bang. "I doubt that this will be something that they will forget." Sherlock commented. Moriarty might have just won himself a place in the history books. How dull. Personally, Sherlock prefered to keep out of the public, although he did enjoy attention, having people notice his genius, large publicity was not something that Sherlock particularily enjoyed. To be included in a history book would not be a great achievement.

Watching Moriarty closely, Sherlock noted that there were no signs of any emotion from Moriarty, no body language giving away a clue, no twitch of the mouth. So that suggested that there was more to the case, so the object was almost certainly a body had fallen into the river and Moriarty was trying to hide that. So that was something to text Lestrade about when Sherlock had some time to himself, without letting Moriarty in on what knowledge Sherlock had picked up. Both of them appeared to be attempting to prevent the other from knowing what they knew. "Besides, I'm sure you're glad about it,"

Of course, Moriarty was right. Sherlock had been dreadfully bored ever since he had come 'back to life'. The only interesting things had been Moriarty's suprise visit to reveal that he, too was alive. "You hate being bored, and I've given you one of your biggest cases ever. I suppose you could say I was being kind to both of us. I've been lonely as well recently, and I did so want to see you again." So this was going to be a big case, apparently bigger than any of the previous cases. Interesting.

That also suggested that he should try find the body. He'd text Lestrade and then look out for the body. Based on the movement on the Thames it shouldn't be too hard to figure out where the body should wash up. And he could get the Homeless Network looking outfor it as well. Just then, Moriarty grinned and Sherlock regarded the Consulting Criminal with a cold gaze. Despite having something to enjoy, Sherlock was not showing it, instead keeping to the usual emotionless exterior found in the Holmes brothers. "So come out and play, Sherlock. Enjoy the show."

Yet another idea of performing, it had been only a couple of years ago that Moriarty had claimed that he 'iked to watch Sherlock dance'. It didn't bother Sherlock too much, as long as he had interesting cases to solve, things that took up his mind instead of leaving it to roll out of control. "As I'm sure that you will do." Sherlock commented, watching Moriarty, wondering if the criminal mastermind would make his exit now, or whether they would have longer to discuss the dramatic actions that Moriarty had just put into plau.