***Okay so if y'all's don't know this is based off of the BBC Sherlock series and some of the dialogue is directly from that. I think it goes without saying that this has MAJOR SPOILERS for BBC's Sherlock. (Also if you don't understand what's going on here. Moriarty is texting a pager and a woman with a bomb strapped to her chest is talking. If she deviated for a second they would set off the bomb.) Okay that's it -Pleasewatchthesherlockseriesokaythanksbye-***

Moriarty's POV.

Moriarty lay on his stomach on the sofa, with a burner phone in his hands. In just a few moments the game would start. The great game. The game leading up till the final problem, who would win Keyland?!

He listened to Sherlock blather on scolding John for doing his blog...blah blah blah...Until finally Sherlock opened the message Jim had sent to the little pink phone.

"Beep beep beep beep beep." There was a silence as the group looked at the photo.

"What the hell are we supposed to make of that, an estate agent's photo and the bloody Greenwich pips?!" Greg Lestrade exclaimed.

"It's a warning." Sherlock said clearly. Ah clever boy... Jim thought to himself.

"A warning???" John questioned.

Moriarty listened in anticipation as Sherlock explained his deductions to the... Idiots...

Sherlock was clever, he knew what this was... Oh how Jim had missed this...

Sherlock and John left the station and took a cab back to baker street. Boy it was handy to have bugged that little pink phone. (Thank you Sebastian...)

Moriarty listened with bated breath as Sherlock creaked open the door to 221c baker street.

"Shoes..." John said stupidly. Jim giggled, he sat in a more comfortable position and waited to type.

"Hello?" Sherlock answered the phone. Jim thought for a moment, let's have some fun!

[Hello sexy...] Jim typed.

"Who is this?" Sherlock asked Jim's hostage.

[I've sent you a little puzzle, just to say hi!] Jim typed, he listened to the woman speak in a shuddering voice. Ugh.

"Who's talking why are you crying?" Sherlock asked.

"OH! No Sherlock you are asking all the wrong questions!!! Isn't it obvious?! She isn't the one speaking!!" Jim yelled. Then he huffily typed into the phone...

[I'm not crying, I'm typing... and this stupid b**** is reading it out.] He sighed heavily then pressed send.

There that ought to get the point across.

"The curtain rises," Sherlock mumbled dramatically. Heh, clever boy Sherlock... So he did know who was behind this.

"What?" John asked.

"Nothing." Sherlock said dismissively.

"No what did you mean?" John insisted.

"I've been expecting this for some time." Sherlock said plainly.

Jim chuckled, as he continued writing, [12 hours to solve my puzzle, Sherlock or I'm going to be so naughty...]

Richard sighed and threw his pager across the room...

Now! To be Jim from IT. He hadn't been manipulating Molly for months for nothing.

Very soon, it would begin...

Moriarty would have Keyland, if it was the last thing he would do...