mightybastion:

Previously:  Sherlock
——
Sebastian watches from a waiting taxi as the police put Sherlock into custody.  Another crime scene and a bloody weapon with his prints on it. Marvelous.  He pulls out his phone and sends a text blast to the local media.  He was going to destroy Sherlock, one way or another.  A few more ‘misunderstandings’ like this one, and it would cripple his relationship with the Yard.  Then there would be no cavalry to interrupt their next meeting.
Sebastian tells the cabbie to take him to the station, giving exact directions to avoid a nasty traffic incident he set up to stall his nemesis.  He needed to buy a little time for everyone to get into position.  Once they arrive at the Yard, they sit and wait 20 minutes before the cruiser pulls up.  But by now, everyone has arrived for the party.
There are photographers everywhere.  They are swarming the front steps of the Yard.  Normally, the officers could have taken Sherlock around back to avoid the media, but Sebastian had that avenue covered as well.  He had sacrificed one of his more well-known colleagues as a diversion and they were currently tying up the rear entrance, processing his surrender.
The grin on Sebastian’s face is enormous.  He can’t help it.  Sherlock unfolds himself from the interior of the cruiser with more grace than one would expect from someone who is handcuffed.  He tilts his head down and to the side, trying to hide his face from the crowd.  There are so many camera flashes that it creates a strobe-like effect on the exterior of the building.  Several reporters have turned up as well and one of them tries to question Sherlock.  Sebastian can’t quite make out if he responds, but the officers quickly pull him into the building.
With Sherlock tied up for now, Sebastian contemplates his next few moves.  He can see it all in his mind, like a giant chess board laid before him.  He feels like Moriarty over-estimated the importance of certain players, namely Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade.  On his board, they are merely pawns.  While the loss of one may hurt, it is not entirely detrimental to the game.  Sherlock would suffer a sacrifice where necessary, if it meant an overall victory.
Besides, Lestrade was easy enough to pacify - he still had to abide by the Yard’s rules.  If Sebastian could tie his hands by making Sherlock a very unattractive ally to the police, then Lestrade would be forced to stand back.  And Mrs. Hudson was nearly harmless.  Sebastian had no intent to go after her directly.  If by some fashion she was removed due to the order of play, then so be it.  For now, she was barely a concern.
Then there was Molly Hooper.  Not a pawn, surely, she had already helped orchestrate a grand scheme.  She was a Bishop - she had slight value and restrained mobility in this strategic war, but having her by his side made Sherlock exponentially more resourceful.  Fake deaths, access to evidence and labs, her undying admiration…  She would have to be dealt with, at some point.
Sebastian knew that the strongest pieces were not always the most important.   Unlike a standard chess game, this was not about capturing the King - a role which he attributed to Mycroft.  He had little value to Sherlock and poor mobility, choosing to hide behind the government and intervene when it suited him. Mycroft had proven to be the downfall of Sebastian’s first scheme, but he would not make the mistake of being overconfident again.  The King was of very little threat on this board.
Sebastian’s thoughts finally settle on the two most valuable pieces; the Queen and the Rook.  Sherlock was the Queen, having the greatest range of action of all the pieces, moving among ranks and files, having the keenest mind and sharpest wit.  His mere presence even invoked images of the tall, slender piece; standing above all others, judging and executing.
And then there was the Rook - John.  Sebastian always felt that John was playing several roles; the steady Knight, the righteous Bishop and the castle that protects dear Sherlock.  Fortified, strong and unwavering, but still capable of a respectable bait and switch, when necessary.  Sebastian was convinced that eliminating the Rook from the board would render the Queen utterly vulnerable.
With his next move decided, Sebastian directs the cabbie to St. Barts.

mightybastion:

Previously:  Sherlock

——

Sebastian watches from a waiting taxi as the police put Sherlock into custody.  Another crime scene and a bloody weapon with his prints on it. Marvelous.  He pulls out his phone and sends a text blast to the local media.  He was going to destroy Sherlock, one way or another.  A few more ‘misunderstandings’ like this one, and it would cripple his relationship with the Yard.  Then there would be no cavalry to interrupt their next meeting.

Sebastian tells the cabbie to take him to the station, giving exact directions to avoid a nasty traffic incident he set up to stall his nemesis.  He needed to buy a little time for everyone to get into position.  Once they arrive at the Yard, they sit and wait 20 minutes before the cruiser pulls up.  But by now, everyone has arrived for the party.

There are photographers everywhere.  They are swarming the front steps of the Yard.  Normally, the officers could have taken Sherlock around back to avoid the media, but Sebastian had that avenue covered as well.  He had sacrificed one of his more well-known colleagues as a diversion and they were currently tying up the rear entrance, processing his surrender.

The grin on Sebastian’s face is enormous.  He can’t help it.  Sherlock unfolds himself from the interior of the cruiser with more grace than one would expect from someone who is handcuffed.  He tilts his head down and to the side, trying to hide his face from the crowd.  There are so many camera flashes that it creates a strobe-like effect on the exterior of the building.  Several reporters have turned up as well and one of them tries to question Sherlock.  Sebastian can’t quite make out if he responds, but the officers quickly pull him into the building.

With Sherlock tied up for now, Sebastian contemplates his next few moves.  He can see it all in his mind, like a giant chess board laid before him.  He feels like Moriarty over-estimated the importance of certain players, namely Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade.  On his board, they are merely pawns.  While the loss of one may hurt, it is not entirely detrimental to the game.  Sherlock would suffer a sacrifice where necessary, if it meant an overall victory.

Besides, Lestrade was easy enough to pacify - he still had to abide by the Yard’s rules.  If Sebastian could tie his hands by making Sherlock a very unattractive ally to the police, then Lestrade would be forced to stand back.  And Mrs. Hudson was nearly harmless.  Sebastian had no intent to go after her directly.  If by some fashion she was removed due to the order of play, then so be it.  For now, she was barely a concern.

Then there was Molly Hooper.  Not a pawn, surely, she had already helped orchestrate a grand scheme.  She was a Bishop - she had slight value and restrained mobility in this strategic war, but having her by his side made Sherlock exponentially more resourceful.  Fake deaths, access to evidence and labs, her undying admiration…  She would have to be dealt with, at some point.

Sebastian knew that the strongest pieces were not always the most important.   Unlike a standard chess game, this was not about capturing the King - a role which he attributed to Mycroft.  He had little value to Sherlock and poor mobility, choosing to hide behind the government and intervene when it suited him. Mycroft had proven to be the downfall of Sebastian’s first scheme, but he would not make the mistake of being overconfident again.  The King was of very little threat on this board.

Sebastian’s thoughts finally settle on the two most valuable pieces; the Queen and the Rook.  Sherlock was the Queen, having the greatest range of action of all the pieces, moving among ranks and files, having the keenest mind and sharpest wit.  His mere presence even invoked images of the tall, slender piece; standing above all others, judging and executing.

And then there was the Rook - John.  Sebastian always felt that John was playing several roles; the steady Knight, the righteous Bishop and the castle that protects dear Sherlock.  Fortified, strong and unwavering, but still capable of a respectable bait and switch, when necessary.  Sebastian was convinced that eliminating the Rook from the board would render the Queen utterly vulnerable.

With his next move decided, Sebastian directs the cabbie to St. Barts.

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