"Because Mr. Moriarity. I have infiltrated your ... waste of a corporation. It appears the east wind came, taking away your precious web."
"Oh? How can a woman take down a criminal mastermind?"
"Let's see. I was a criminal right? Before I met you, it only took me one year, assassinating Mme Isis Lune. Had my best man, Davidson come in. Blah Blah Blah I meet you, take control of your emotions then I end up going on top. I'm sure that's all you remember during our visits. A woman always ending up on top."
"You killed a man. As a note."
"Wait that was you?" Sherlock asks, turning to me.
"Isis, Egyptian goddess, the signature I put on the note. Hardly a difficult deduction. And Jim Moriarity, you mistaken me for a person who cares about life." I say.
"Oh really?"
"Life, we all die anyway so who cares." I smirk.
He turns to Sherlock, finally ending this monstrosity of a game.
"Three gunmen on your three friends. Tell me Sherlock, are you willing to lose the only people who care for you?" My phone rings, so I answer it, starting to ignore Jim and Sherlock.
"Hello?"
"Is everything alright?" Its Mycroft.
"Bad timing. Yes everything is fine mother."
"Are you on the roof yet?" He asks, concern laced in his voice- yet its concern for his brother."
"Yes mother, I did my damn laundry. I have to go. Work. Love you too. Bye." I hang up, turning to Sherlock and Moriarity.
"Sherlock, you think you can control me? Not even your brother and the kings' horses can do that." He smiles, pulling out his gun and shooting himself in the head. Sherlock turns to me, a little anxious.
I silently go up to moriarity's body, kissing his still warm lips, his blood smearing on my lips.
"Call John. Initiate the plan." I say, turning to Sherlock, who is pacing.
I hold his shoulders.
"Call John." He shakily takes his phone out.
I go to text my sister.
'I'm 'dead' no one can know I'm alive except you and Clara, my only family.' i then get a call which i ignore.
"Isn't this what this is? A note?"
I silently walk next to Sherlock. He then gives me the phone, waiting a couple seconds, a tear gliding off his face.
"Hi John." I say silently.
"Isis?"
"N-no, that's my code name. My name is Rosalina Pierre. A spy called in by Mycroft Holmes to take care of his brother. A spy from the Canadian-American-British division. I thought I'd come clean and say that John you are a wonderful person." I hear sniffling on the other end.
"You are a loyal man, truthful and authoritative. I salute you, cause this is my note." I am looking at him from the top of the building, seeing him rub his arm on his face.
I pass back to Sherlock, prepping myself.
"Ready?"
I nod. I turn to him, giving him a lustful kiss, bringing him down with me as we fall.
John would think that this is the way we died.
A kiss that can open bridges to even the most reserved of people.
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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...
