When your with Mycroft Holmes in a car, its fine. When your in a car with Mycroft Holmes while he's yelling orders to people, its nerve wrecking.
We arrive, so I run to the building.
I go to the morgue. I see John yell at Sherlock before he ran through the other door.
"That was hectic." I exhale.
"Yes. It was." He says, his voice laced with sadness.
"Yes, lets save the world." I wink at him. He rolls his eyes. I hear a door open to see molly walk in.
"Oh hi Isis."
"Hey Molly. Love the hair." She smiles.
"Thanks."
"New Shampoo?"
"Yeah actually-"
"Why are you two speaking about shampoo?"
"Why does your website have 200 something different types of tobacco?" I say. I return to molly.
"This one makes your hair look shiny, gives a bit of volume." She smiles.
She starts working, giving ever longing glances to sherlock.
"This plan?" I ask turning to sherlock.
"Under control."
"Do I die with you?"
"Yeah. It would be easier." I nod.
"Then I can leave?" He rubs his eyes tiredly.
"I think we should stick together." I nod. For a couple minutes, I wait for him to continue the conversation. After waiting ten silent minutes, I see he is texting, starting to get up.
"It's time." I nod. This was what my whole life was leading up too.
We walk up the stairs, taking our time. If our plan didn't go the way it was supposed to, one of us could die. I was thinking of things I have never done.
I never skydived. I never said goodbye to Clara or my sister.
"AH FUCK!" I exclaim.
"What?" Sherlock asks.
"I forgot to text my sister about this. Go up without me it will only take two seconds." I say startng to text already. My fingers are zooming across the keyboard, telling them the situation, and how I may die but that I love them.
'If you die I will attack you' My sister says.
'I'd be dead I'd feel nothing dumbass ;)' I giggle walking up the stairs. I get to the roof to see Sherlock and Jim looking at eachother.
"Hello Sweetheart." Jim says to me. I giggle.
"Hello Jim." I go up to him, kissing him. I touch my back pocket, reaching for my gun.
"James Moriarity. The world's dumbest criminal." His eyes are confused, but a smirk is on his lips.
"How?"
"You've been having sex with your enemy this whole time." I say. He laughs loudly, then adruptly stops.
"I knew that my sweet Isis."
"Wrong. My name is not Isis. This is where you got yourself in a twist Mr. Moriarity." He looks at me. I then take the gun out of my pocket, pointing it at him. He looks at the barrel, almost mockingly.
"You fell in love with a mirage. A mask from a woman no one knew. My name is Rosalina Pierre. An Agent from the Canadian-American-British devision."
"Never heard of it."
"I started the job. However I'm sure you heard of my alias' Sarah Richkevec or Jiraselle Roseam." He furrows his eyebrows.
"I had them assassinated."
"Your workers are rendered useless under the hand of a woman Mr. Moriarity. It appears you had teenage boys with sex drives over the roof to be your workers since they couldn't even attack a pretty woman."
"So? Why should I care who you are?"
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Silence Will Fall (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction) ✔️
Fanfic"What will you do? Burn me?" He asks chuckling. I grab his neck and put my lips near his ear. I exhale making him shiver. "I will hang you with your own intestines. Goodbye." I let go staring into those dark eyes, waiting to hear the door close. I t...
