Moriarty (Sherlock Fan-Fiction (Short Version))

When James Moriarty died he thought that Sherlock Holmes would soon be joining him in Hell. Too bad it didn't quite work out that way.
Sherlock was meant to die on the roof of Barts Hospital, but he managed to fake his death and successfully dismantle Moriarty's criminal network. His web of crime was over. But what Sherlock didn't know was that Moriarty had daughters. 6 incredibly smart daughters that could continue his legacy and rebuild what Sherlock had destroyed.
Look out Sherlock; Moriarty is back.
(I am aware that Moriarty has returned! Lets just pretend that he's dead for this :D )
(This version is for the competition and is much shorter)


4. Alexandra

“I’m surprised to see you here, Mr Mazur.” I said to the tall man upon instruction. Why did I have to go and pick up this stupid treasure? Just because I’m the youngest? Or the one without a significant role yet? Apparently ‘my knowledge of gossip has not yet got a place in the organisation’. For god’s sake, I never wanted to be a part of this anyway. I miss home. I miss my family. Now I have to live with my psychotic half-sisters or else one of them will set me alight.

Tammy is cheating on John with Zack.

Oh shut up, brain.

“I told your sister I would come.”

“Good to see you kept your word.”

 “I wouldn’t risk your sister’s wrath.”

“Wise man. Now, to business. The treasure?” He stuck his hand into his coat and pulled out a dull goblet. I snatched it away and held it up to my glasses so that Charlotte could see using the camera.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

Incredibly so, Mr Mazur.”

Matt broke up with Helen over text.

Why all the gossip tonight?

Charlotte’s voice blares through the tiny speaker. “It’s the real deal. Take it and go. Let’s make him rich.” I sigh and slide the object carefully into my bag. I look up at the man and smile fakely.

“You can leave now, Mr Mazur. We’ll be in contact.”


“Tuesday evening; expect a call from a blocked number. An ‘Angelina Tebrosky’. I hope it all goes smoothly.” I turn and slowly descend into the shadows like instructed to. Before I know it I’m sitting in a cab going back to the office.

That was easy. But still, it was boring. I wish I didn’t have to do it. I hope they find a use for all the gossip I receive in my annoying brain soon.

Millie got drunk and punched Will Peterson.

Because that is all my brain is useful for. Currently it is cluttered with gossip from my old life. I hope that fades over time.

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