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OOC: So I’ve been thinking this over for a while now, which is why I haven’t been around, but unfortunately I’ve decided that for right now, I’m going to have to leave the group.

For those of you in high school/remember it, hopefully you can understand what I’m going through at the moment. The school year just started, and my grades have already dropped quite a bit. And, although I know it isn’t true, I always feel like I have to update a thread really quickly, and I tend to feel guilty when I don’t. That’s not you guys, that’s just me being me and how my brain works. So, Kenny and Moriarty are leaving the group. If the year goes on and it gets better, I’ll probably come back. I love this group, and it’s a ton of fun, and I’ve been putting off writing this for about a week hoping that I wouldn’t have to. If you guys want to follow me on my personal (cocothedalek) go ahead! I definitely want to keep in touch. I’m going to leave both blogs up, just in case I decide to come back.

Anyway, ttfn :(

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OOC: Kinda possible mini hiatus?

illneverbesaved:

I’m having surgery on right shoulder Thursday morning. My doctor said I should I have full use of my shoulder almost immediately afterwards, but doctors tend not to always be the most truthful when it comes to recovery and I don’t know how I’ll deal with the anesthesia. So I might not be actively posting for a while. I can probably get on Chatzy, cause I’ll still be able to type with my left hand, but typing up replies won’t be as easy. So yeah. Don’t expect replies from Kenny/Moriarty for a few days.

((In case anyone missed it))

Mischievous Meetings (Moriarty and Irene)

thewomanwithwhips:

consulting—storyteller:

Moriarty walked in to the room, quickly looking around to ensure no one who would recognize him was inside. Not seeing anyone he knew, he moved to the bar and ordered a drink, trying to blend into the crowd. His entire operation had started off of drunk secrets learned in bars, and every once in a while he liked to continue the tradition. Being fairly early on in the evening, no one was drunk enough to spill just yet, but the time before that was when Moriarty tended to pick his targets. He looked down the bar, looking for someone that looked just desperate enough to spill everything to him. The first man wasn’t applicable, and neither were the second, third, fourth, and fifth. Just as he decided that the fat old man sitting alone might show promise, he saw her. The bar saw its fair share of women offering themselves up for others, but she looked different. She had a certain…. aura about her that emitted power. Moriarty quickly made his way towards her, smoothing his suit and hair along the way. He wasn’t quite sure who this mysterious woman was, but he needed to know.

Irene had almost decided to leave when she saw him.  A man who quite obviously had confidence and something else,;something that Irene found made him attractive, but she couldn’t place her finger on it.  She watched him as he approached her, feeling excitement bubbling up. 

He was different and Irene wanted to see what she could do with him and to him.  She smiled as she realized he was approaching her. Irene straightened her back and took another sip of her drink.  She was ready for him.

Moriarty smirked as he saw the mysterious woman straighten, supposedly as a reaction to his approach. Well, that fact changed his strategy. Moriarty made a sharp left turn, blending into the crowd that surrounded the bar. Quickly swallowing the remains of his drink, he looked around, seeing if anyone in the bar looked desperate enough to join him at the bar. he didn’t actually care about the person themselves, but it was key for him not to seem as if he needed the woman more than anyone else.

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The Coffee Shop (Moriarty ~ Ari)

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Everyday I’m Hunting: The Coffee Shop (Moriarty ~ Ari)

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Moriarty sat at the the small coffee table he had selected, idly stirring his coffee while discreetly eyeing the other customers. As could be expected, the small shop was almost empty, being outcompeted by…

Moriarty’s first instinct was to accept the deal immediately. Any type of information that this woman could give to him was sure to be incredibly important, especially if it had to do with her brother. However, years of experience cautioned him: he still had no idea what Arianna wanted from him, and that could be incredibly dangerous.
“What type of services? I assume this has to do with some type of con?” The background check on her should have been done ages ago. Moriarty, without looking down to give himself away, sent a text of simply a question mark to his man. Moriarty was starting to be vaguely worried about this woman. Although the background check delay could be purely am accident, there was always the chance that it meant something far more ominous.

Ari smirked noticing Moriarty checking his phone again, “In case your wondering I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping a low profile. It’s the thing on has to do with hunters on your back. You shouldn’t find anything past me running away when I was 10.” She raised an eyebrow, “As to your question yes, it’s is a type of con. Not one your used to I’m afraid, this is a Neal Caffrey original.” Ari crossed her legs, “What do you know of the pharoahs of old?”

Pharaohs? Oh, this one sounded good. Oh, this sounded really good. London had gotten boring recently, and ancient Egyptian artifacts were just the break he needed. He had several grunts he could send on the con, but he might actually do this one himself. 

“Pharoahs you say? Would this by chance have to do with the Egyptian art exhibition this weekend?” Already Moriarty could see where this was going. He would be willing to do the con; however, it all depended on what Ari was willing to give him. She still hadn’t revealed anything about the information she had promised him. He had lost his one bargaining chip with the lack of a background check, but he had other cards up his sleeve.

Ari smiled, “Indeed it does. Neal told me you were smart.” She chuckled, “And you know he doesn’t express flattery to many people.” Ariana winked and reached into her bag pulling out a file. “Here’s your information. Agent Garrett Fowler, OPR for years until he screws over Neal and Peter, jail time now, but his program still works this is what you need. It’s rumored that he started this with Vincent Adler, but that was for Neal. He started this a while back.”

She then produced another file and slid it across the table, “And this is what I’m after.”

Moriarty opened the file, not quite sure what to expect. If this was indeed a Neal Caffrey con, however, the catch would have to be quite large. Which is why the small sphinx that greeted him on the next page was rather disappointing.

“A sphinx? Really? I could direct you to several cheesy gift shops which could sell you an exact replica of this.” There had to be something special about this sphinx for it to be useful. Moriarty tried flipping through the rest of the pages in the folder in order to find more information, but the following pages only provided details on the con. He skimmed these quickly, but a few choice words stuck out to him: ”gala”, “shrimp allergy”, and “married couple.” Wait, married couple? Quickly reading the section in more detail, Moriarty discovered that in order for the con to work as planned, there needed to be two participants, masquerading as a married couple. One of the participations would pretend to fall ill of a shrimp allergy, which allowed the other member of the “happy couple” to slip away to “look for help”. It was a genius con, he had to admit. He was a little unsure about the couple portion, but this Ari was attractive, and a few fake kisses here and there never hurt anyone.

“I assume the couple in this con are to be you and I?”

Ari noticed Moriarty’s stand-offishness on the sphinx, “Like any good con this has a catch. That dear Jim is our /bargaining/ chip.” She made emphasis on the fake factor of actually bargaining as with everything she’s ever pulled the pool always ended completely in her hands. She chuckled at Jim’s question. Ari leaned back and crossed her legs.

“Of course we are, but what you’re looking at is the version Neal and I pulled.” She smirked and pulled out one last file sliding it across the table, “This is the Ariana version, the one we’re pulling.” She finished with a wink as Jim picked up the file.

“And why is this sphinx important as a bargaining chip?” Moriarty needed to know more about this before he agreed to the con. He had the suspicion that Ari wasn’t telling him everything, but that was fine. He almost preferred it that way: it allowed him to play around a little, figure things out. Moriarty didn’t even bother to read the file, instead wanting to hear more about the con from the woman herself. It could help him figure out the end goal of all of this.

“In addition, why, if this con works so well, does it need revision?” 

“Let’s just say I need information off someone. That will get me it.” She smirked once again. Bargaining chip for a demon was more like it. Most of them were more clever than humans, but she could con even the best of them, just ask Crowley. Ari chuckled at his second inquiry.

“Because the original design is for people who already know and love each other, a brother and sister or a pre-established couple. You and I, dear Jim, happen to be neither of those things.” She leaned forward, “Besides my revision always pulls through.”

“So your proposed solution is that one of the members pretends to be a hooker?” Moriarty asked, leaning in just as Ari had done a few moments before. He liked the energy of Ari. He constantly felt challenged by her, something that he had only seen in a few people. Moriarty forced himself to remain focused on the deal he was currently making. He still had the nagging suspicion that their was something else at stake, but at this point Moriarty was far too invested in the con to back out. Part of the reason he had made it so far without being killed was his ability to think on the fly, and if the con went sour, he was sure he could make it out alive.

Ari raised an eyebrow then winked, “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting. Do you have a problem with that?” She like Jim he was interesting and she felt the compelling need to be mysterious as possible with him even if Neal advised her not to. She opened her phone and pulled up a picture of her dress selection for the night. “This is what I’ll be wearing.” She slid the phone to him, “Now let’s work on our identities.”

Moriarty looked at the dress, then looked back up at the woman in front of him, slightly skeptical. Ari looked very tomboyish, and he had his doubts as to her being able to pull off the dress. Entire cons could go south on such details as a hem being a few centimeters too long, and if she couldn’t pull the dress off, her identity could be in jeopardy. 

“Did you have any specific ideas?” Moriarty was interested to see what she came up with. He could tell by her attitude that she thought she was as good as she said, but he wasn’t quite sure. The identities could help him figure out what he was in for.

“I’ve tried the dress on. My hunter figure suits it well.” Ari said noticing Jim’s hesitation. “I did however cut the sleeves off and made them into a lovely shaw.” She leaned back again contemplating her next move. She looked Jim up and down at his question.

“I’m told by my brother that you have a certain fondness for Westwood suits.” She took her phone back and pulled up her idea for Jim’s suit selection. Ari turned the phone back to him, “How does this look?”

Moriarty almost drooled at the suit she showed him. He had almost a devotion to a good suit; and this particular one was gorgeous. He cleared his throat and handed the phone back to her. 

"That would be fine. So I assume that I’ll be stealing someone else’s identity? Or do you have the materials to forge us invitations?" Moriarty wanted to get down to business. He had heard enough trivial details: he needed to get the facts about this con quickly so he could do his own research. As much as he had started to become fascinated by Ari, he still couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that she was playing him. And no one- not even sisters of world class criminals - played Jim Moriarty.

The Coffee Shop (Moriarty ~ Ari)

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Everyday I’m Hunting: The Coffee Shop (Moriarty ~ Ari)

everythings-awry-with-ari:

consulting—storyteller:

everythings-awry-with-ari:

consulting—storyteller:

Moriarty sat at the the small coffee table he had selected, idly stirring his coffee while discreetly eyeing the other customers. As could be expected, the small shop was almost empty, being outcompeted by…

Moriarty’s first instinct was to accept the deal immediately. Any type of information that this woman could give to him was sure to be incredibly important, especially if it had to do with her brother. However, years of experience cautioned him: he still had no idea what Arianna wanted from him, and that could be incredibly dangerous.
“What type of services? I assume this has to do with some type of con?” The background check on her should have been done ages ago. Moriarty, without looking down to give himself away, sent a text of simply a question mark to his man. Moriarty was starting to be vaguely worried about this woman. Although the background check delay could be purely am accident, there was always the chance that it meant something far more ominous.

Ari smirked noticing Moriarty checking his phone again, “In case your wondering I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping a low profile. It’s the thing on has to do with hunters on your back. You shouldn’t find anything past me running away when I was 10.” She raised an eyebrow, “As to your question yes, it’s is a type of con. Not one your used to I’m afraid, this is a Neal Caffrey original.” Ari crossed her legs, “What do you know of the pharoahs of old?”

Pharaohs? Oh, this one sounded good. Oh, this sounded really good. London had gotten boring recently, and ancient Egyptian artifacts were just the break he needed. He had several grunts he could send on the con, but he might actually do this one himself. 

“Pharoahs you say? Would this by chance have to do with the Egyptian art exhibition this weekend?” Already Moriarty could see where this was going. He would be willing to do the con; however, it all depended on what Ari was willing to give him. She still hadn’t revealed anything about the information she had promised him. He had lost his one bargaining chip with the lack of a background check, but he had other cards up his sleeve.

Ari smiled, “Indeed it does. Neal told me you were smart.” She chuckled, “And you know he doesn’t express flattery to many people.” Ariana winked and reached into her bag pulling out a file. “Here’s your information. Agent Garrett Fowler, OPR for years until he screws over Neal and Peter, jail time now, but his program still works this is what you need. It’s rumored that he started this with Vincent Adler, but that was for Neal. He started this a while back.”

She then produced another file and slid it across the table, “And this is what I’m after.”

Moriarty opened the file, not quite sure what to expect. If this was indeed a Neal Caffrey con, however, the catch would have to be quite large. Which is why the small sphinx that greeted him on the next page was rather disappointing.

“A sphinx? Really? I could direct you to several cheesy gift shops which could sell you an exact replica of this.” There had to be something special about this sphinx for it to be useful. Moriarty tried flipping through the rest of the pages in the folder in order to find more information, but the following pages only provided details on the con. He skimmed these quickly, but a few choice words stuck out to him: ”gala”, “shrimp allergy”, and “married couple.” Wait, married couple? Quickly reading the section in more detail, Moriarty discovered that in order for the con to work as planned, there needed to be two participants, masquerading as a married couple. One of the participations would pretend to fall ill of a shrimp allergy, which allowed the other member of the “happy couple” to slip away to “look for help”. It was a genius con, he had to admit. He was a little unsure about the couple portion, but this Ari was attractive, and a few fake kisses here and there never hurt anyone.

“I assume the couple in this con are to be you and I?”

Ari noticed Moriarty’s stand-offishness on the sphinx, “Like any good con this has a catch. That dear Jim is our /bargaining/ chip.” She made emphasis on the fake factor of actually bargaining as with everything she’s ever pulled the pool always ended completely in her hands. She chuckled at Jim’s question. Ari leaned back and crossed her legs.

“Of course we are, but what you’re looking at is the version Neal and I pulled.” She smirked and pulled out one last file sliding it across the table, “This is the Ariana version, the one we’re pulling.” She finished with a wink as Jim picked up the file.

“And why is this sphinx important as a bargaining chip?” Moriarty needed to know more about this before he agreed to the con. He had the suspicion that Ari wasn’t telling him everything, but that was fine. He almost preferred it that way: it allowed him to play around a little, figure things out. Moriarty didn’t even bother to read the file, instead wanting to hear more about the con from the woman herself. It could help him figure out the end goal of all of this.

“In addition, why, if this con works so well, does it need revision?” 

“Let’s just say I need information off someone. That will get me it.” She smirked once again. Bargaining chip for a demon was more like it. Most of them were more clever than humans, but she could con even the best of them, just ask Crowley. Ari chuckled at his second inquiry.

“Because the original design is for people who already know and love each other, a brother and sister or a pre-established couple. You and I, dear Jim, happen to be neither of those things.” She leaned forward, “Besides my revision always pulls through.”

“So your proposed solution is that one of the members pretends to be a hooker?” Moriarty asked, leaning in just as Ari had done a few moments before. He liked the energy of Ari. He constantly felt challenged by her, something that he had only seen in a few people. Moriarty forced himself to remain focused on the deal he was currently making. He still had the nagging suspicion that their was something else at stake, but at this point Moriarty was far too invested in the con to back out. Part of the reason he had made it so far without being killed was his ability to think on the fly, and if the con went sour, he was sure he could make it out alive.

Ari raised an eyebrow then winked, “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting. Do you have a problem with that?” She like Jim he was interesting and she felt the compelling need to be mysterious as possible with him even if Neal advised her not to. She opened her phone and pulled up a picture of her dress selection for the night. “This is what I’ll be wearing.” She slid the phone to him, “Now let’s work on our identities.”

Moriarty looked at the dress, then looked back up at the woman in front of him, slightly skeptical. Ari looked very tomboyish, and he had his doubts as to her being able to pull off the dress. Entire cons could go south on such details as a hem being a few centimeters too long, and if she couldn’t pull the dress off, her identity could be in jeopardy. 

"Did you have any specific ideas?" Moriarty was interested to see what she came up with. He could tell by her attitude that she thought she was as good as she said, but he wasn’t quite sure. The identities could help him figure out what he was in for.

Mischievous Meetings (Moriarty and Irene)

thewomanwithwhips:

Irene Adler was sitting alone in a bar.  This was not unusual for her; bars were the go-to place for clients wanting to meet her, especially for the first time.  She liked the ones that liked to test her, the ones who were high-powered executives and needed that last push from her so that they could let go, if only for an hour or two.  However, tonight was not a night for business. 

Irene scanned the room, watching the people all here looking for something, escape, love, sex or just companionship.  She couldn’t help but feel sorry for those who were lonely; they were always the pathetic ones, the ones who couldn’t stay sober for very long.  She was occasionally sipping on a drink, scanning the bar for someone.  She hadn’t decided if she wanted a battle of wills tonight or to humiliate someone.  In short, Irene was bored and needed something to break that boredom.

Moriarty walked in to the room, quickly looking around to ensure no one who would recognize him was inside. Not seeing anyone he knew, he moved to the bar and ordered a drink, trying to blend into the crowd. His entire operation had started off of drunk secrets learned in bars, and every once in a while he liked to continue the tradition. Being fairly early on in the evening, no one was drunk enough to spill just yet, but the time before that was when Moriarty tended to pick his targets. He looked down the bar, looking for someone that looked just desperate enough to spill everything to him. The first man wasn’t applicable, and neither were the second, third, fourth, and fifth. Just as he decided that the fat old man sitting alone might show promise, he saw her. The bar saw its fair share of women offering themselves up for others, but she looked different. She had a certain…. aura about her that emitted power. Moriarty quickly made his way towards her, smoothing his suit and hair along the way. He wasn’t quite sure who this mysterious woman was, but he needed to know.

The Coffee Shop (Moriarty ~ Ari)

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Everyday I’m Hunting: The Coffee Shop (Moriarty ~ Ari)

everythings-awry-with-ari:

consulting—storyteller:

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consulting—storyteller:

Moriarty sat at the the small coffee table he had selected, idly stirring his coffee while discreetly eyeing the other customers. As could be expected, the small shop was almost empty, being outcompeted by…

Moriarty’s first instinct was to accept the deal immediately. Any type of information that this woman could give to him was sure to be incredibly important, especially if it had to do with her brother. However, years of experience cautioned him: he still had no idea what Arianna wanted from him, and that could be incredibly dangerous.
“What type of services? I assume this has to do with some type of con?” The background check on her should have been done ages ago. Moriarty, without looking down to give himself away, sent a text of simply a question mark to his man. Moriarty was starting to be vaguely worried about this woman. Although the background check delay could be purely am accident, there was always the chance that it meant something far more ominous.

Ari smirked noticing Moriarty checking his phone again, “In case your wondering I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping a low profile. It’s the thing on has to do with hunters on your back. You shouldn’t find anything past me running away when I was 10.” She raised an eyebrow, “As to your question yes, it’s is a type of con. Not one your used to I’m afraid, this is a Neal Caffrey original.” Ari crossed her legs, “What do you know of the pharoahs of old?”

Pharaohs? Oh, this one sounded good. Oh, this sounded really good. London had gotten boring recently, and ancient Egyptian artifacts were just the break he needed. He had several grunts he could send on the con, but he might actually do this one himself. 

“Pharoahs you say? Would this by chance have to do with the Egyptian art exhibition this weekend?” Already Moriarty could see where this was going. He would be willing to do the con; however, it all depended on what Ari was willing to give him. She still hadn’t revealed anything about the information she had promised him. He had lost his one bargaining chip with the lack of a background check, but he had other cards up his sleeve.

Ari smiled, “Indeed it does. Neal told me you were smart.” She chuckled, “And you know he doesn’t express flattery to many people.” Ariana winked and reached into her bag pulling out a file. “Here’s your information. Agent Garrett Fowler, OPR for years until he screws over Neal and Peter, jail time now, but his program still works this is what you need. It’s rumored that he started this with Vincent Adler, but that was for Neal. He started this a while back.”

She then produced another file and slid it across the table, “And this is what I’m after.”

Moriarty opened the file, not quite sure what to expect. If this was indeed a Neal Caffrey con, however, the catch would have to be quite large. Which is why the small sphinx that greeted him on the next page was rather disappointing.

“A sphinx? Really? I could direct you to several cheesy gift shops which could sell you an exact replica of this.” There had to be something special about this sphinx for it to be useful. Moriarty tried flipping through the rest of the pages in the folder in order to find more information, but the following pages only provided details on the con. He skimmed these quickly, but a few choice words stuck out to him: ”gala”, “shrimp allergy”, and “married couple.” Wait, married couple? Quickly reading the section in more detail, Moriarty discovered that in order for the con to work as planned, there needed to be two participants, masquerading as a married couple. One of the participations would pretend to fall ill of a shrimp allergy, which allowed the other member of the “happy couple” to slip away to “look for help”. It was a genius con, he had to admit. He was a little unsure about the couple portion, but this Ari was attractive, and a few fake kisses here and there never hurt anyone.

“I assume the couple in this con are to be you and I?”

Ari noticed Moriarty’s stand-offishness on the sphinx, “Like any good con this has a catch. That dear Jim is our /bargaining/ chip.” She made emphasis on the fake factor of actually bargaining as with everything she’s ever pulled the pool always ended completely in her hands. She chuckled at Jim’s question. Ari leaned back and crossed her legs.

“Of course we are, but what you’re looking at is the version Neal and I pulled.” She smirked and pulled out one last file sliding it across the table, “This is the Ariana version, the one we’re pulling.” She finished with a wink as Jim picked up the file.

“And why is this sphinx important as a bargaining chip?” Moriarty needed to know more about this before he agreed to the con. He had the suspicion that Ari wasn’t telling him everything, but that was fine. He almost preferred it that way: it allowed him to play around a little, figure things out. Moriarty didn’t even bother to read the file, instead wanting to hear more about the con from the woman herself. It could help him figure out the end goal of all of this.

“In addition, why, if this con works so well, does it need revision?” 

“Let’s just say I need information off someone. That will get me it.” She smirked once again. Bargaining chip for a demon was more like it. Most of them were more clever than humans, but she could con even the best of them, just ask Crowley. Ari chuckled at his second inquiry.

“Because the original design is for people who already know and love each other, a brother and sister or a pre-established couple. You and I, dear Jim, happen to be neither of those things.” She leaned forward, “Besides my revision always pulls through.”

"So your proposed solution is that one of the members pretends to be a hooker?" Moriarty asked, leaning in just as Ari had done a few moments before. He liked the energy of Ari. He constantly felt challenged by her, something that he had only seen in a few people. Moriarty forced himself to remain focused on the deal he was currently making. He still had the nagging suspicion that their was something else at stake, but at this point Moriarty was far too invested in the con to back out. Part of the reason he had made it so far without being killed was his ability to think on the fly, and if the con went sour, he was sure he could make it out alive.

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ooc: Would anyone like to start a thread with me? I have no one at the moment :(

The Coffee Shop (Moriarty ~ Ari)

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Everyday I’m Hunting: The Coffee Shop (Moriarty ~ Ari)

everythings-awry-with-ari:

consulting—storyteller:

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consulting—storyteller:

Moriarty sat at the the small coffee table he had selected, idly stirring his coffee while discreetly eyeing the other customers. As could be expected, the small shop was almost empty, being outcompeted by…

Moriarty’s first instinct was to accept the deal immediately. Any type of information that this woman could give to him was sure to be incredibly important, especially if it had to do with her brother. However, years of experience cautioned him: he still had no idea what Arianna wanted from him, and that could be incredibly dangerous.
“What type of services? I assume this has to do with some type of con?” The background check on her should have been done ages ago. Moriarty, without looking down to give himself away, sent a text of simply a question mark to his man. Moriarty was starting to be vaguely worried about this woman. Although the background check delay could be purely am accident, there was always the chance that it meant something far more ominous.

Ari smirked noticing Moriarty checking his phone again, “In case your wondering I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping a low profile. It’s the thing on has to do with hunters on your back. You shouldn’t find anything past me running away when I was 10.” She raised an eyebrow, “As to your question yes, it’s is a type of con. Not one your used to I’m afraid, this is a Neal Caffrey original.” Ari crossed her legs, “What do you know of the pharoahs of old?”

Pharaohs? Oh, this one sounded good. Oh, this sounded really good. London had gotten boring recently, and ancient Egyptian artifacts were just the break he needed. He had several grunts he could send on the con, but he might actually do this one himself. 

“Pharoahs you say? Would this by chance have to do with the Egyptian art exhibition this weekend?” Already Moriarty could see where this was going. He would be willing to do the con; however, it all depended on what Ari was willing to give him. She still hadn’t revealed anything about the information she had promised him. He had lost his one bargaining chip with the lack of a background check, but he had other cards up his sleeve.

Ari smiled, “Indeed it does. Neal told me you were smart.” She chuckled, “And you know he doesn’t express flattery to many people.” Ariana winked and reached into her bag pulling out a file. “Here’s your information. Agent Garrett Fowler, OPR for years until he screws over Neal and Peter, jail time now, but his program still works this is what you need. It’s rumored that he started this with Vincent Adler, but that was for Neal. He started this a while back.”

She then produced another file and slid it across the table, “And this is what I’m after.”

Moriarty opened the file, not quite sure what to expect. If this was indeed a Neal Caffrey con, however, the catch would have to be quite large. Which is why the small sphinx that greeted him on the next page was rather disappointing.

“A sphinx? Really? I could direct you to several cheesy gift shops which could sell you an exact replica of this.” There had to be something special about this sphinx for it to be useful. Moriarty tried flipping through the rest of the pages in the folder in order to find more information, but the following pages only provided details on the con. He skimmed these quickly, but a few choice words stuck out to him: ”gala”, “shrimp allergy”, and “married couple.” Wait, married couple? Quickly reading the section in more detail, Moriarty discovered that in order for the con to work as planned, there needed to be two participants, masquerading as a married couple. One of the participations would pretend to fall ill of a shrimp allergy, which allowed the other member of the “happy couple” to slip away to “look for help”. It was a genius con, he had to admit. He was a little unsure about the couple portion, but this Ari was attractive, and a few fake kisses here and there never hurt anyone.

“I assume the couple in this con are to be you and I?”

Ari noticed Moriarty’s stand-offishness on the sphinx, “Like any good con this has a catch. That dear Jim is our /bargaining/ chip.” She made emphasis on the fake factor of actually bargaining as with everything she’s ever pulled the pool always ended completely in her hands. She chuckled at Jim’s question. Ari leaned back and crossed her legs.

“Of course we are, but what you’re looking at is the version Neal and I pulled.” She smirked and pulled out one last file sliding it across the table, “This is the Ariana version, the one we’re pulling.” She finished with a wink as Jim picked up the file.

"And why is this sphinx important as a bargaining chip?" Moriarty needed to know more about this before he agreed to the con. He had the suspicion that Ari wasn’t telling him everything, but that was fine. He almost preferred it that way: it allowed him to play around a little, figure things out. Moriarty didn’t even bother to read the file, instead wanting to hear more about the con from the woman herself. It could help him figure out the end goal of all of this.

"In addition, why, if this con works so well, does it need revision?" 

The Coffee Shop (Moriarty ~ Ari)

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Everyday I’m Hunting: The Coffee Shop (Moriarty ~ Ari)

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Moriarty sat at the the small coffee table he had selected, idly stirring his coffee while discreetly eyeing the other customers. As could be expected, the small shop was almost empty, being outcompeted by…

Moriarty’s first instinct was to accept the deal immediately. Any type of information that this woman could give to him was sure to be incredibly important, especially if it had to do with her brother. However, years of experience cautioned him: he still had no idea what Arianna wanted from him, and that could be incredibly dangerous.
“What type of services? I assume this has to do with some type of con?” The background check on her should have been done ages ago. Moriarty, without looking down to give himself away, sent a text of simply a question mark to his man. Moriarty was starting to be vaguely worried about this woman. Although the background check delay could be purely am accident, there was always the chance that it meant something far more ominous.

Ari smirked noticing Moriarty checking his phone again, “In case your wondering I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping a low profile. It’s the thing on has to do with hunters on your back. You shouldn’t find anything past me running away when I was 10.” She raised an eyebrow, “As to your question yes, it’s is a type of con. Not one your used to I’m afraid, this is a Neal Caffrey original.” Ari crossed her legs, “What do you know of the pharoahs of old?”

Pharaohs? Oh, this one sounded good. Oh, this sounded really good. London had gotten boring recently, and ancient Egyptian artifacts were just the break he needed. He had several grunts he could send on the con, but he might actually do this one himself. 

“Pharoahs you say? Would this by chance have to do with the Egyptian art exhibition this weekend?” Already Moriarty could see where this was going. He would be willing to do the con; however, it all depended on what Ari was willing to give him. She still hadn’t revealed anything about the information she had promised him. He had lost his one bargaining chip with the lack of a background check, but he had other cards up his sleeve.

Ari smiled, “Indeed it does. Neal told me you were smart.” She chuckled, “And you know he doesn’t express flattery to many people.” Ariana winked and reached into her bag pulling out a file. “Here’s your information. Agent Garrett Fowler, OPR for years until he screws over Neal and Peter, jail time now, but his program still works this is what you need. It’s rumored that he started this with Vincent Adler, but that was for Neal. He started this a while back.”

She then produced another file and slid it across the table, “And this is what I’m after.”

Moriarty opened the file, not quite sure what to expect. If this was indeed a Neal Caffrey con, however, the catch would have to be quite large. Which is why the small sphinx that greeted him on the next page was rather disappointing.

"A sphinx? Really? I could direct you to several cheesy gift shops which could sell you an exact replica of this." There had to be something special about this sphinx for it to be useful. Moriarty tried flipping through the rest of the pages in the folder in order to find more information, but the following pages only provided details on the con. He skimmed these quickly, but a few choice words stuck out to him: "gala", "shrimp allergy", and "married couple." Wait, married couple? Quickly reading the section in more detail, Moriarty discovered that in order for the con to work as planned, there needed to be two participants, masquerading as a married couple. One of the participations would pretend to fall ill of a shrimp allergy, which allowed the other member of the "happy couple" to slip away to "look for help". It was a genius con, he had to admit. He was a little unsure about the couple portion, but this Ari was attractive, and a few fake kisses here and there never hurt anyone.

"I assume the couple in this con are to be you and I?"