"Not surprising." James Moriarty was a very smart monster, and only so interested in Mycroft. Sherlock was his end game in this case; his brother was little more than a overdressed pawn.

"I'dve done the same, most likely." He saw what might have been a micro expression of relief flash across Mycroft's features.

"But we both know how likely that situation is to arise." As dangerous as Moriarty was, Sherlock took a certain amount of satisfaction at being interesting enough to have an arch nemesis.