Adam Morgenstern is Professor Moriarty (napoleonic_star) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-19 19:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | moriarty, sherlock holmes |
Who: Adam and Daryl
What: A late-night break-in
Where: Bathos 104
When: Saturday night/Sunday morning, around 4 am
Warnings: Typical Adam and Daryl-ness, getting to second base. That’s right. Second base.
Ever since waking in Tim’s apartment on Saturday morning, Daryl had been wide awake and preoccupied. Any time another human being spoke to her, she dismissed them as white noise. Even Jane was small and quiet in comparison to the buzzing in her brain. She spent most of Saturday in the nude, sitting on the floor in her bedroom with the door closed. Try as she might, she couldn’t understand what had happened with Mr. Morgenstern. It made no sense. Why would they meet after she put him in prison, and end with hugs and smiles? People didn’t do that. This had to be a trap.
The longer the day wore on, the more she was convinced. His expressions had to have been calculated, chosen specifically to lead her on. Mr. Morgenstern was a master of controlling himself, and it would’ve been easy for him to concoct this elaborate meeting just to lull her into a false sense of security. This was revenge for his arrest. He would get back at her, not playfully, but viciously. She had to get a leg up on him. Gain an advantage.
So at four o’clock in the morning, Daryl devised a brilliant scheme. She would break into Mr. Morgenstern’s apartment, examine it, and then interrogate him if need be. It was perfect.
After slipping into a black nightgown and getting a flashlight and her lockpicks from her desk drawer, Daryl carefully made her way down to the first floor. Her bare feet skipped over the cool floors, and as she reached the lobby, she realized that she should have brought shoes. But it was too late to turn back, so she just forged on. She reached the first floor, tiptoeing over to the door of apartment 104. After trying the door and finding it locked, she crouched, holding up the flashlight as she used her lockpicks to let herself in.
The door was silent as it opened, giving her passage inside. Shutting it softly behind her, she held the lockpicks close as she swept the flashlight’s glow over the apartment. She squinted, moving slowly and purposefully. Nothing out of the ordinary jumped out at her, though she wasn’t sure what she was looking for. It was obvious that someone else was living with him, a male someone. Probably his brother. Normally, she’d be intrigued. But right now, she was focused on something else.
When a scan of the apartment yielded nothing, she went to Mr. Morgenstern’s bedroom. He was asleep in the bed, bundled up in the blankets. Moving quietly, she reached the side of his bed. She looked down at him as he slept, nose wrinkled. He was scheming in his sleep, she knew it. After a few seconds of holding the light down to the floor, she angled the beam right into his eyes, holding it steady.