It was uncanny that the usual hustling and bustling of the Serious Crime Command unit had unexpectedly come to a halt, and the silence was very much obvious, enough for Greg to notice the sudden standstill from his office. Everyone seemed to be focused on someone being escorted from the elevator, and of course who wouldn’t be curious to see who it was that had caught the attention of everyone in his unit? Hell, not even Mycroft Holmes, who came by once when he had Sherlock in custody for walking into the crime scene all high as a kite, had that effect to his team.

     Just when he was about to get up and see for himself, Donovan had already poked her head into the office, a little bit of worry and fear etched on her face. “Boss? Someone’s here to see you.”

     Huh. Just his luck. The mystery person was here to see him. It made him even more curious to know who it was.

     Although once Donovan had led the person inside his office, he found himself at a loss for words, as Richard Brook had stepped in through the doors. No, a certain John Watson’s voice rang inside his head, a reminder of that time he interrogated the man after Sherlock Holmes’ death. That’s not Richard Brook-- he’s posing as a storyteller, Greg, but that’s James Moriarty.

     “W--What is he doing here?”

You as a parent must be either bored or fed up as your child shows perpetual tantrums for having you as yet another softy toy. Well, you have all reasons to be bored; however, if you think, clearly there are specific reasons behind it. While looking for a Small Teddy Bear, it will be best if you delve further into the gravitas of having one or more plush toys.

There is no denial about the fact that children are indeed cuddly beings. No matter which sex they are, they are in constant need of attention all the time. A cuddly teddy bear represents the imaginative world they happily infuse into your playful things. They are in the process of constantly creating imaginative skills into their soft toys that ultimately help them to hone their skills to socialize more.

      To say that the semblance was uncanny was probably an understatement at this point.

      Richard Brook. James Moriarty. Bloody hell, they were like two peas in a pod. At least physically speaking. The facial features, the expressions he made, it all reminded Greg of Jim and he couldn’t help but feel the excitement bubbling in his gut as he continued to stare at his former colleague’s look-a-like.

     It had been a year since James Moriarty shot himself in the face. Blew his brains out. Bloody idiot, really. Maybe not bloody idiot; at least he took Sherlock Holmes with him. Took the competition to the other side. Which meant that everything around Greg now was so boring and mundane and it was about to drive him crazy.

      But an idea came to the Inspector the first time he had seen Richard Brook in this cafe. Coincidence, perhaps, that he happened to be on a coffee run that day, or maybe it was fate that brought him in that cafe to meet this man. The man who would one day replace James Moriarty. So to speak.

        Hey, it would be fun to make everyone think the genius psychopath didn’t really die now, wouldn’t it?