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(Time skip of my Moriarty the Imposter fanfic, and stuck with most of the canonical events in the manga. This will take place after the meal the Moriarty's had with the Holmes brothers and company in the manga.)
A little over three years has passed. William had jumped from a bridge, thought dead, then returned. Sherlock had unmasked the lord of crime, and befriended him. Louis was the new M of MI6. Moran lost his way, and was found once more. Much had happened. But during all of this, a small nagging feeling stayed in the back of the minds of the Moriarty brothers. What became of the mysterious Liza?
"I'll do the dishes brother William. By the way Moran, your clothes are tattered and a bit dirty. You should go buy something new, if you are to be part of MI6 you need to look professional." Louis glared slightly at Moran. Moran sighed rolling his eyes. "Back to your old self already huh, bossing me around." He grumbled and got up. "Though, I am low on pocket change. What am I supposed to buy clothes with huh?" He smirked.
"I'll go with you, I need some supplies anyways." Fred got up grabbing his wallet. Moran left with Fred while Louis stayed behind cleaning up. After shopping as the two headed home they noticed a small crowd gathering. "What is happening here?" Moran stopped looking at the crowd. They were gathered around a covered wagon like carriage. Painted on the side was a portrait of a woman who looked like a, err. Almost a lady of the night, surrounded by tarot cards.
"What the hell?" Fred tilted his head and noticed some words on the painting. "Madam Coffner, Germany's sorceress?" - "Oh, it must be some side show like thing. Maybe the circus is in town?" Moran looked at the painting. Something about the face of the woman looked familiar. He swore he had seen her before. But, where?
"The door to the carriage opened and a young attractive woman stepped out. Tall, slender, bright blue eyes. She wore a modest white satin and lace dress, her dark curly locks pulled back in a bun. "She sure don't look the same as she does in the painting." Fred smirked. The lady paused and seemed to suddenly stare right at Moran and Fred. Moran's heart sank. he now recognized that face. The hair was different, and she was wearing white instead of blue like last time he saw her. But. this woman. Was the spitting image of Liza Morris.