"I have gone off Twister. You've proven yourself prone to violence tonight. It didn't have to be that way," Jim sighed. "I don't need danger and violence to stay interested. We could have played lovely games or What's In The Tea, some strip poker and maybe some Settlers of Catan because I must find someone that can break Sebbie always getting the longest road. Always." He snorted as the door unlocked. "But you're being very selfish tonight. And very worried about your pet."

Moriarty had a terrible smile when he wanted it to be terrible, charming when he wanted it to be charming. And right now, it was more the former. There was nothing pleasant on his face at all.

He stood back as Moran opened the door and dragged an unconscious Doctor into the room, letting him sprawled out on the floor like a wild animal he had hunted and shot.

"Still alive?"

"Yes, Boss," Moran promised. "Too a wee tumble down the stairs but good shape otherwise."

"Do you have our game?" Jim asked and his minion produced playing cards and handed them over. "Oh good. Now off you go for Big Brother when he comes. Sherlock is in a cheating mood. Aren't you my dear?"