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Fifteenth annual 221b toga party: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
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sherlock is not impressed, the case is not even a one. stabbed in front of all those witnesses…
I opted to go with 23 instead of Shakespearian 33 times ((its a lot of effort to draw 23 knives))
"Her paintings are just so expensive! Even the copies cost more than I make in a year," Sebastian began, "I knew you really liked them and today is, well you know what today is. I just wanted to surprise you." "So just what is today, Jim?" John asked pinning Moriarty against a wall while the Yarders closed in on Moran. "That was really sweet of you and you would have pulled it off if only you'd waited until after the opening but I understand why you didn't," Jim smiled proudly at his sniper.
"So he's not in trouble?" Sherlock asked, disappointed.
"Why would he be in trouble for going above and beyond for my birthday?" Moriarty grinned at John and Sherlock. "But seeing as the gig is up, dear, you should return the paintings to the birthday girl." He winked at Moran.
"Your birthday?!" A chorus of voices asked.
"You'd have loved 'em, Boss. She's got all your favorite people to throw darts at." Moran grinned at the group.
"What?!" Moriarty actually looked shocked for once.
"What-Who are the pictures of, Kris?" John asked.
Kris looked a bit sheepish. ""This was supposed to be a special showing. All new art. I did in honor of some of my favorite people of London. No one knew what the pieces were except my agent and the gallery. I've been following your's and Sherlock's adventures and all the people you've helped and worked with. So," but before she could continue, Moran waved several of his underlings in with her paintings. Everyone gasped.
As each picture was hung, the group's mouths and eyes got wider, more in awe. There was a painting of Sherlock, elegant in his coat. One of John, gun drawn, jaw set. Another one of the two of them, looking at each other, John a look of "don't even think it" Sherlock a barely contained eye roll but smiling at John. A tender look at Mrs. Hudson and her boys. Lestrade and the Yarders at a scene. Mycroft cool and distant. Anthea and Molly back to back, two powerful women in differnt ways. There was even one of little Billy hunched over a microscope with Sherlock looking on in approval. It was quite a scene, everyone in their togas walking around admiring the paintings.
"Surprise," Kris said gleefully. "You weren't supposed to find out until after the press release. I was going to gift them to each of you when the show was over. These were done for you, not for me." She noticed there was one piece missing, but being it was also his birthday and he would have gotten the painting after all, she didn't mention the one of Moriarty and the crown jewels.
"Nobody saw anything, not the security guards, not even the cameras, it's like the paintings disappeared into thin air. Which is why I called John," Kris told Moriarty. "Obviously someone has tampered with the security footage, swapped in a loop of the art so they could steal it without being detected," Jim replied winking at Kris. "Obviously," Sherlock said annoyed, "but that doesn't get us any closer to finding the stolen art."
"I'd ask if anyone's dusted for finger prints, but it's obvious the forensics team is inept," Moriarty smiled at Anderson. "But someone this detailed and talented would remember something so simple as to wear gloves, I'm sure."
"You should know better than to assume anything, Boss." A new voice rumbled from the back of the gallery.
"Good grief, can't the one of you go anywhere without the other?" John threw up his hands in frustration, forgetting for an instant he was handcuffed to Moriarty. Moriarty waved at Sebastian Moran with the hand that was held aloft, grinning.
"I could say the same for the two of you," Moran motioned at John and Sherlock. "Hiya, doll." He winked at Anthea who looked at him, disgusted.
Moriarty's grin fell. "Actually I'm surprised to see him here, since he asked for the night off."
Sherlock looked at Moran, his head cocked to one side. "Ohhh! You are going to be in such trouble." He laughed. "Why don't you tell him? I'd hate to deprive you of a show." Sherlock threw his arm around John while everyone looked at him confused.
"I hate to say this Sherlock but I believe he's telling the truth for a change," Mycroft said from behind Lestrade's shoulder. "Fine, you can help but you'll remain handcuffed to John the entire time," Sherlock said holding out his hand to Donovan who magically produced a pair of handcuffs from underneath her toga. "I still have no idea how she does that," Anderson whispered to Dimmock and Molly.
John sputtered, "Why does he have to be handcuffed to me? Haven't I been through enough because of him?" Moriarty merely smiled and held out his hand.
"Because," Sherlock answered, "You'll constantly be looking over your shoulder if you don't know where he is all the time, and that's distracting. This way," Sherlock closed the cuffs on both John's and Moriarty's wrists, "You'll always know right where he is and can 'watch my back' as you seem to think you need to do. And, Anderson, you don't know because you're too busy thinking about where she might be pulling them from. Idiot."
John glared at both Sherlock and Moriarty. "Kris, you owe me big," he said. Kris nodded, an idea already forming in her head.
"Now that all that's settled," Moriarty said, "Why don't you tell me what you know. I'd rather not bore myself and drag John everywhere when you can just tell me."
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"Don't look at me like that I'm just as annoyed about this as she is, her works are brilliant," Moriarty said taking a few steps forward. "Kris, there's your culprit. Feel free to deck him before the Yarders take him away," Sherlock said pointing to Jim. "Since when do we just assume Jim is guilty?" Molly asked Sherlock somewhat shocked. "When isn't he guilty?" Mycroft, Lestrade and Anthea questioned simultaneously.
Jim Moriarty brushed at his lapel, distractedly. "You know very well I don't like to get my hands dirty. But," he looked up at Kris and smiled, "I was going to make an exception in your case. I've been watching you. You're a rising star in the art world."
John looked back and forth between Kris and Sherlock, as Moriarty advanced, trying to decide which of them to protect. Anthea solved the problem, stepping in front of Kris for him. John nodded a silent thanks.
Moriarty continued as he strolled up the walk, "But you've risen so fast, your works are even out of MY price range. So, to be perfectly honest with all of you, I WAS planning on stealing her paintings tonight. AFTER she'd gotten the recognition she deserved for them. I must admit, I'm quite peeved that someone beat me to it. So," he sauntered up to Sherlock and Kris, ignoring John and Anthea's tense forms, "I'm offering my services to help find out whoever did this and make them pay."
Mycroft, Lestrade, and the rest of the Yarders came up behind Moriarty, closing in on him, preventing any sort of retreat for the Napoleon of Crime. "Well?" Moriarty asked, ignoring the threat at his back.
When a half dozen cabs pulled up at the gallery and all their passengers were wearing togas Kris was convinced that she was about to be the subject of some greek themed flash mob until she saw John. "Thanks for coming on such short notice," Kris told him, "though it looks like I've interrupted your party." "When I told Sherlock and everybody else what had happened they all wanted to do what they could to help," John told her before making introductions.
Kris tried to apologize for interrupting the party, but Mrs. Hudson took her by the arm, tutting, "Now, dear, don't even worry about it. We have them all the time, as I'm sure John told you. I'm just surprised he didn't tell us you and he were long time friends! I've admired your work for a long time. I always wanted a piece for my living area, but...well never you mind."
"She means to say, they're too expensive for her," Sherlock chimed in as he walked by. He'd been inspecting the gallery looking for any sort of clue as to who would have stolen Kris' art or why.
"Sherlock!" Molly hissed at him, "That's rude!"
Sherlock blinked. It was usually John calling him on his social fumbles. Clearly hanging out with Anthea was rubbing off on her. But as he looked at her, he noticed someone standing down the corner and a not so friendly smile curled on his lips. John noticed the look immediately and stepped in front of Sherlock protectively, following his line of sight.
It had become a tradition of sorts that the Friday after solving a big case that the usual crowd of guests got together at 221B for a celebratory toga party and today was no exception. The party was in full swing when John got a phone call from an old friend who just discovered that all of her art had been stolen from the gallery where it was being displayed.
"I know it sounds boring and we just wrapped a case," John pulled Sherlock aside, "but she’s an old friend and this was her first big gallery showing here in London. Plus, it’s her birthday. If you’re willing to take it, I’ll let you wear the toga to the crime scene."
Sherlock sighed and listened as John filled him in on what Kris had told him. All of her art had mysteriously disappeared before tonight’s opening show. In an eerily similar coincidence to “The Blind Banker” all the art was there one minute then gone the next, according to the security cameras. None of the security guards had reported seeing anything suspicious on their rounds. By the time John was done filling in the details, Sherlock was not only interested, but the rest of the Yarders thought it sounded intriguing as well.
Gene Dimmock chuckled, “At least there doesn’t appear to be any origami lotus flowers about.”
"We won’t know until we get there," Sherlock called back over his shoulder as he followed John down the stairs. They didn’t have to wait long for a cab, as every one on the the street stopped at the sight of the large party of people, all in togas.
