We walked up the stairs, a cold barrel pressed into my back. I knew what was gonna happen. We reached the end of the stairs;
"Open the door and walk trough it." Moriarity hissed
I pushed the door open, and saw a silhouette of a man standing at the edge of the building we were standing on.
A drip of blood dripped down his arms, he wasn't on Moriarity's side.
"Come on, walk towards him and stand next to him." Moriarity assigned
I walked up to the figure, and stood next to him.
"Y/N, look at who's standing next to you." Moriarity said.
I looked to the side, and so did the man. Tears formed in my eyes as I saw who it was.
Mycroft?
"Y/N, are you okay?" Mycroft cried out.
"I'm fine, what about you?" I asked
"Well.." He sighted heavily and looked down at his arm.
Shotwound, no exit.
"You'll be okay for a little longer." I deduced
"Flirting is over Y/N, daddy's had enough now." Moriarity sang.
"I ain't flirting, I'm deducing." I replied
Just then Mycroft fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
I ran up to him, but when I kneeled down to help him I could feel a gun on the side of my head.
"Don't you dare help him." Moriarity said
"Please Jim, just let me help him. I'll do whatever you want if I may help him." I cried out.
I knew damn well that Sherlock couldn't live without his brother.
"Alright then."
The gun pulled away from my head. I quickly put pressure on the would on Mycrofts arm. He was bleeding out.
I stood up and turned to Moriarity.
"Jim, I know what you want. I also happen to know that Sherlock is watching us from the building on the other side of the street. If I can call an ambulance for Mycroft, I'll jump." I said confidently.
"You're smart. But okay, deal!" Moriarity replied.
Moriarity handed me his phone and I called 911.
The ambulance was on their way, and as promised I walked up to the edge of the building.
Just as I stepped on the edge, I could hear Moriarity sing:
"Whatever happend to the young, young lovers?
One hot shot and the other got lost in punks and drugs and blood on the streets,
Blood on his knees, bloody history.
Whatever happend to the Holmes boys,
Burned to the ground and what about Y/N?"
I heard the door open behind us, and as I turned around I could see Sherlock, a gun to his head.
He walked up to me, and grabbed my hand. We both knew what was going to happen. Red dots were now dancing on our chests.
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The Enemies Arms
FanfictionY/N is a smart, independent woman. Since she was 8 years old, she already knew what she wanted to become later; Consulting Detective. After her parents died in a carcrash when she was 16, she decided to move out of London and start her own life so...
