Sherlock glared at Moriarty, slowly bringing him back over the edge of the building. Moriarty glared at him teasingly, and smiled a bit.
"I won't do it," Sherlock said with confidence and defiance. "I don't have to, and there is no reason for me to. I can prove Moriarty exists and Richie Brooke is a lie. I can do it and we both know that I can."
Moriarty stared at him for a while, his face blank. Suddenly, he grinned maniacally, laughing out loud.
"I see how it is! You'd rather save yourself than your friends... Quite brilliant, I must say... I never would have thought that you had it in you." His eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure, and his smile widened when Sherlock looked more confused than he had earlier.
"...What are you talking about?" he asked quickly. "My friends have nothing to do with this. This is just between you and I."
"That's what you thought~" Moriarty sang giddily. He jumped in the air cheerfully, landing and swaying a bit. He grinned as he watched the self-proclaimed