(Third-person View: )

At the White Tower in the Tower of London, tourists were passing through a metal detector on their way to see the Crown Jewels. A security man gave some items back to a tourist.

“Put this in your bag, please.” He said. Jim Moriarty (wearing tourist clothes and chewing gum) walked through the detector, which beeped an alarm. “Excuse me, sir.” The security guard said. Still chewing on his gum, Jim stopped and stepped back again. “Any metal objects – keys, mobile phones?” Smiling apologetically, Jim took his phone out of his pocket and put it into the tray. “You can go through.” The security guard allowed. Jim stepped through the detector again, which stayed silent this time. The security guard slid the tray across and Jim took the phone again. “Thank you.”

Jim walked on and entered the room. He stopped at the large display case in the middle of the room and looked at the throne inside the case. On the throne was a red velvet cushion with an ornate crown resting on it. An equally ornate orb was balanced on one arm of the throne and a sceptre rested across the other arm. As other tourists walked around the case, Jim took a pair of earbuds from his pocket and poked them into his ears. Bending his head from side to side to crack his neck, he lifted his phone and switched it on, then closed his eyes in bliss, still rolling his head on his neck and spreading his arms either side of him and then slowly beginning to lower them as the Overture to Rossini’s ‘The Thieving Magpie’ began to play.

In the nearby surveillance room, one of the two men watching the security footage from all around the Tower turned to his colleague.

“Fancy a cuppa, then, mate?” The first man asked.

“Yeah, why not?” The second agreed. The first man got up and walked away.

BANK OF ENGLAND, 11:00

A man brought a tray containing a cup and saucer and a milk jug into the office of the bank’s Director.

“Gilts at seven; Dutch telecoms in freefall. Thank you, Harvey.” The director said, looking at his computer screen. Harvey put the tray down onto the table and left the room again.

PENTONVILLE PRISON 11:00

The prison’s governor, with an enormous ‘Keep calm and carry on’ mug full of tea on his desk, slammed a file down onto his desk as several warders sat or stood nearby.

“What do you say: refuse them all parole and bring back the rope! Let’s begin.” The governor said, taking a sip of his tea.

Back at the Tower, Jim finished lowering his arms and then lifted up the phone and scrolled through the app icons on it. He pushed aside the one that had a cartoon of a prisoner with striped prison clothes and standing behind bars, scrolled past the one of a piggy bank with the English flag on it, and selected the one with a crown on it. The icon of the crown unfolded like a padlock being unlocked.

 In the surveillance room, alarms began to beep in warning as some of the TV screens went blank. An automated voice played into the White Tower.

“This is an emergency. Please leave the building.” It said repeatedly. The tourists started to hurry out of the room. A security guard walked over to Jim, assuming that he couldn’t hear the alarm through his earphones, and put a hand on his shoulder to attract his attention.

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” The guard said firmly. Jim turned and sprayed something into his face and he immediately collapsed unconscious. The security door closed and locked, and Jim took his cap off and smoothed his hair out. In the surveillance room, the man slammed down the cups of tea he was bringing back and grabbed a phone as he started to dial.

At Scotland Yard, Sally Donovan hurried across the office and opened the door to Greg’s office.

“Sir, there’s been a break-in.” She said urgently. Lestrade had his feet up on the desk and was drinking coffee and eating a pastry.

“Not our division.” He retorted, his mouth full.

“You’ll want it.” Donovan replied.

At the White Tower again, Jim scrolled through the apps on his phone and selected the English piggy bank. The piggy bank broke open to reveal many gold coins.

 At the Bank of England, the Director looked down at the cup of tea he is holding as the liquid inside began to shimmer and the building vibrated gently.

“The vault!” The Director said in quiet shock. Alarms blared and his screen flashed the alarm ‘VAULT OPENING’ as a graphic showed the door to the vault swinging slowly open. The Director’s jaw dropped and he stared in disbelief, his tea cup slowly tilting in his hand until the tea poured out into his lap.

Lestrade was driving Donovan across the river with sirens blaring. She had just got an update on her phone.

“Hacked into the Tower of bloody London security?! How?!” Lestrade asked angrily. Donovan’s phone rand and she answered it.

“Tell them we’re already on our way.” Lestrade commanded.

“There’s been another one; another break-in.” She replied. Greg stared across at her as she listened. “Bank of England!” She exclaimed, exasperated.

At the White Tower, Jim was chomping on his gum as he flamboyantly scrawled a message onto the glass of the display case. Finishing the message, he drew a smiley face inside the letter ‘O’. Lifting his phone once more, he selected the app with the prisoner on it. The bars over the prisoner lifted away and the striped jacket which the icon was wearing turned into a plain black one, then the image changed to a keyhole.

In Pentonville Prison, the governor was just lifting his mug to his mouth as alarms began to sound. A prison warder burst into the room.

“Sir, security’s down, sir. It’s failing!” The Warder announced. The governor surged to his feet, accidentally sweeping his mug off the table and onto the floor.

On the road, Sally got another phone call. Lestrade looked across to her.

“What is it now?” He demanded.

“Pentonville Prison!” She answered. Greg stared at her in disbelief.

“Oh no!” Lestrade moaned.

At the White Tower once again, Jim held his piece of chewing gum between his teeth and pulled the end of it out towards the case and stuck it onto the glass. Leaving the whole piece of gum stuck there, he took a tiny diamond from a box and, grinning manically, carefully pressed the jewel into the gum. Turning away from the case, he slipped his jacket off and dropped it to the floor, revealing a plain white V-necked T-shirt underneath, then raised his arms upwards either side above his head in an almost balletic flourish. Outside, police cars and vans began to pour into the Tower grounds. Jim continued to dance around the White Tower while outside, the last of the tourists were hustled out of the building. Pulling black leather mitts onto his hands, Jim went to the wall and picked up a fire extinguisher. Outside, armed police leapt out of a van and ran into the Tower. Inside, Jim danced dramatically towards the case, raised the fire extinguisher with the bottom end pointed towards the glass and, grinning happily, rammed it towards the chewing gum and diamond. The glass shattered around the impact point. The armed police charged through the metal detector, repeatedly setting the alarm off. Jim smashed the extinguisher into the glass a couple more times and eventually the entire pane disintegrated and fell to the floor.

Lestrade’s car screamed into the grounds and he and Donovan jumped out and raced into the White Tower. Inside, the armed police disabled the lock to the door and it swung open. They charged inside and were greeted by the sight of Jim sitting on the throne inside the case, wearing an ermine trimmed robe, the crown on his head, the orb between his knees and holding the sceptre across his lap, with his earphones still in. He had his eyes closed in bliss as the music came to an end. He opened his eyes and smiled at the new arrivals.

“No rush.” He said calmly.

221B

Sherlock’s phone trilled another text alert. John lowered his newspaper and I scowled at the noise.

“I’ll get it, shall I?” John asked tetchily. He got up and walked over to the phone, picking it up and checking the message as Sherlock continued to look into his microscope. John’s face slowly filled with shock. He turned and took the phone to the kitchen, holding it out to Sherlock. “Here.” He said dryly. My mobile vibrated and I groaned and got it out.

“Not now, I’m busy.” Sherlock replied, not looking up.

“Sherlock...” John tried.

“Not now.” Sherlock insisted. I finally unlocked my mobile and opened my eyes.

“He’s back.” John said, breathing heavily. Sherlock lifted his head and took the phone he read it at the same time I did. The message read:

“Come and play.

Tower Hill.

Jim Moriarty x.”

Sherlock’s eyes widened and he sunk back on his chair and gazed into space. I slowly lowered my phone, closing my eyes in mental preparation.

Back at the Tower, Jim was smiling calmly as he was being put into the back of a police car. Behind him, Lestrade and Donovan came out of the building and watch, and then Greg looked down at Jim’s phone, which he was holding.

Later, Sherlock, John and I had arrived at the Tower and were watching the recorded security footage taken from behind Jim as he stuck the gum onto the glass. From a distance it wasn’t clear what he then pushed into the gum, but it obviously had to be a diamond.

“That glass is tougher than anything.” Lestrade said, very surprised.

“Not tougher than crystallised carbon.” I replied.

“He used a diamond.” Sherlock nodded. Lestrade adjusted the footage, which shifted to a recording taken from the other side of the glass. The footage also went into reverse, showing the glass rising back up into place before it shattered. As Jim pulled the fire extinguisher back again, the glass becoming whole, the message which he scrawled onto it became clear. He deliberately wrote the words backwards on the glass so that they would be seen from the camera on the other side of the case. With the smiley face inside the ‘O’, the message read:

“GET

SHERLOCK”
John turned and stared at Sherlock but his eyes are fixed on the screen. I stepped out of the room, trying to control my breathing.

Updated! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go murder Johns mustache. Enjoy, vote, and comment fun peoples! =)