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Jim Moriarty always had a purpose to everything and anything that he did. From killing someone, to putting on his tie in the morning. It was always too easy, playing with his prey. Simplistic, and sometimes just down-right boring. That is...until Mr. Sherlock Holmes came along. Finally, someone he could have some real fun with!
Throughout the years, Jim studied everything that Sherlock did. Every case that he solved, every rehab treatment he had, and everything else that could be useful. Jim Moriarty liked to know how to deal with his toys. He liked to know every nook and cranny of his toys. How to manipulate them, how to destroy them, and how to build them back up into what he wanted them to be. This...was exactly what he was going to do, with Sherlock.
It took him awhile, but he was able to come up with the perfect plan. Moran thought that he was wasting his time on this man, but that didn't stop him. No, Jim was going to go through with this. He set up everything. Got Sherlock to do what he wanted. Solving the cases, get frustrated, framed, and then...he faked his death. Of course, so did Jim. This was all part of his plan.