A/N : This is going on before the events of A Study In Pink. {If you all haven't seen Sherlock it is on Netflix you may appreciate this book better if you watch it!}

Moriarty's POV:

Moriarty sat behind a rather imposing desk. His fingers were steepled in front of his face, he was deep in thought. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was Sebastian.

"A client for you sir." Sebastian said formally.

"Hello Mr. Moriarty." said the elderly man as he sat down in the chair opposite him.

Moriarty nodded coolly.

"My name is Jeff Hope and I was told by a friend you can help with my predicament." The man said confidently.

"Go on." Moriarty said tapping his fingers on the desk.

"I'm dying.... Its a brain aneurysm you see..." The man stated.

"Yes, and..." Moriarty interrupted impatiently.

"I'm a cabbie so you see, I don't have much to give to my kids. I want to give them a better future." The man said looking at Moriarty expectantly.

Moriarty thought for a moment.

"It seems I am in a position to help you. What would you say Mr. Hope if I told you you could outlive people while getting money for your kids?" He smirked.

"That would be perfect sir." The man said appreciatively. 

"Excellent," said Moriarty standing up from his desk and going to a cabinet behind him. He bought out a box of pills and set them on the table. "All I ask of you is you pay a visit to an old friend of mine and treat him with the same courtesy as you do the others." Moriarty said, a murderous gleam forming in his eye.

"But first a quick stop in Ireland." He added thoughtfully.

"Well now Sir. I do believe we have a deal." Jeff hope smiled, shaking Moriarty's hand.