Hello Detective

The Reichenbach Fall Part 7

"Of course he's Richard Brook, there is no Moriarty, there never has been." Kitty believed.

"What are you talking about?" I said, mystified.

"Look him up. Rich Brook, an actor Sherlock Holmes hired to be Moriarty." Kitty said, and my mouth dropped open.

"Ms. Gregson, I know you're a good woman. Don't... Don't hurt me." He raised both of his hands in defense.

"No, you're Moriarty! He's Moriarty! We've met, remember? You were going to blow me up! You have been following me since I met Sherlock!" I yelled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. He paid me. I needed the work." He almost laughed.

"That's impossible! Moriarty knew things about me that even Sherlock didn't! You knew about my uncle, you knew what he did to me, what he called me! And you knew that I–" I was furious. I stopped myself before I said he knew I was pregnant. I promised Mycroft I wouldn't tell Sherlock. It might have been a stupid decision, but right now Sherlock needed to focus more than ever. "Sherlock, you better explain 'cause I am not getting this."

"I'll be doing the explaining. In print. It's all here. Conclusive proof. You invented James Moriarty, your nemesis." Kitty said, handing me the write up.

"Invented him?" I asked, in disbelief.

"Mmm hmm. Invented all the crimes, actually. And to cap it all, you made up a master villain." Kitty spoke.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous." I scoffed.

"Ask him, he's right here! Just ask him! Tell him, Richard." Kitty pointed to Jim in his faded jeans and cardigan with disheveled hair.

"Oh for God's sake! This man was on trial!" I pointed.

"Yes, and you paid him. Paid him to take the rap. Promised you'd rig the jury. Not exactly a West End role, but I'll bet the money was good. But not so good he didn't want to sell his story." Kitty said.

"I am sorry. I am, I am sorry." He mumbled.

"Rich Brook." I scoffed, rolled my eyes. I began to turn to Sherlock when I stopped in my tracks. Eyes wide, I could hear the voice of Ms. Hudson in my head from earlier tonight 'German, like the fairy tales', and Donovan 'The Reichenbach Hero'.

"Oh my God. Rich Brook. Reichen Bach." I turned back to Moriarty and I swore I saw a smirk flash across his face.

"Yes, that case too, all rigged." Kitty said, not understanding.

"No Kitty, you naive idiot." I shook my head at her. "Sie verstehen, richtig?" I spoke to Sherlock in German. You understand, correct? He nodded, still looking at Jim.

"I'm on kids TV, I'm the storyteller. It's on DVD, Kitty show her." He kept playing the role. Kitty handed you a folder with Richard Brooks 'credentials'.

"Tell them. It's all coming out now. Just tell them. Tell her!" Jim rambled, making Sherlock more angry. "It's all over... No! No! Don't you touch me! Don't you lay a finger on me."

Jim began to yell after Sherlock took a step towards him. Moriarty was now backed up against the stairs leading to the kitchen.

"Stop it, stop it now!" Sherlock yelled. Moriarty quickly turned and ran into the next room closing the door.

"Leave him alone!" Kitty yelled as we all chased him. When Sherlock got the door back open the window was open and Jim Moriarty was gone.

"No, no, no, he'll have backup." Sherlock pulled me away when I looked out the window.

"Do you know what, Sherlock Holmes. I look at you now and I can read you. You repel me." Kitty said, Sherlock turned and exited her flat. I ripped the copy of her expose out of her hands, still holding the 'Richard Brook' file and followed Sherlock outside.

"Can he do that? Completely change his identity? Make you the criminal?" I asked.

"He's got my whole life story. That's what you do. You sell a big lie. You wrap it up in a truth to make it palatable." Sherlock paced outside.

"It's your word against his." I argued.

"He's been sowing doubt into people's minds for the last 24 hours. There's only one thing he needs to do to complete his game and that's to–" Sherlock stopped himself before finishing.

"Sherlock?" I asked, concerned.

"There's something I need to do." He spoke, and his whole demeanor had changed.

"Can I help?" I asked, craving to be kept in the loop.

"No, on my own." Sherlock said, jumping into a cab and leaving me in the dead of night outside of Kitty's house.

"Sherlock!!" I yelled as he left me.

I angrily got into a cab, knowing there was one place I had to go.