Someone wrote in [personal profile] sherlockbbc_fic 2014-10-12 11:56 pm (UTC)

Re: You Were My First - Part 5d/5

While Sebastian disposed of Green's mutilated corpse in whatever manner he judged safest, Jim remained concealed his office, slouched carelessly in the chair before his desk. He regarded his closed laptop with distaste, exhausted just thinking of how many loose ends he had to tie up and plans that needed to be set in motion before he was taken captive by Holmes' incompetent team.

At least he felt contented now, and that made things a tad easier; a tad more enjoyable. Before getting started, however, he pulled out a drawer and retrieved a scrap of thin, sickly yellow paper that had fluttered to the back.

He read the diminutive, smarmy article clipped from The Irish Times with the same satisfaction he'd felt an hour earlier, when he'd finally opened Green's throat and watched his life spill, choking and juddering, to the tiles.

The beloved, and esteemed chemistry instructor for Trinity University,
Professor A. Moriarty, 39, was confirmed dead from an alleged overdose at
his home in the early hours of Thursday morning.
He appears to have ingested a lethal concoction of
antidepressants and alcohol.

Though as yet unconfirmed by law enforcement officials
it is also believed to have been a suicide.
According to his wife, Samantha Moriarty, 31, and her husband's attending
physician, Moriarty had long suffered from severe depression and had
been on a steady regimen of antidepressants for over ten years.
Despite his doctor's express orders, he drank and smoked regularly.
His spouse discovered his body upon returning from visiting her
sister early Thursday morning.
She immediately contacted the authorities, but when paramedics arrived
on the scene it was too late.

In the meantime, Moriarty's colleagues and students have banded
together in a truly heart-warming fashion by erecting a
memorial on campus where people can donate to charities related
to depression awareness and suicide prevention.


After reading it over several times too many, Jim put it away and opened his laptop, excitement and eagerness for what was to come finally renewed.

fin.


Posted here on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/2177367/chapters/4764396

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