We stood on the roof. He hadn’t noticed I was there yet. "Do you work for Moriarty?" The sniper jumped and turned to face me, his rifle still resting on the roof. "I will ask you again," I said, pulling a gun out of my pocket and pointing it at him. "Do you work for Moriarty?" He turned to run towards the steps and I pulled the trigger, hitting him in the leg. He collapsed, still dragging himself towards the exit. I walked over to him. "One more time: do you work for Moriarty?" The sniper nodded, his face twisted in pain. "How many of you are there?" No reply. I placed my foot on his injured leg and pressed down, increasing the pressure until he screamed. "How many of you are there!"
He gasped at the pain in his leg. "There were 12. Now-just me."
I smiled at this. "Not for long."
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Because I don't know about you, but sometimes I can forget how frightening Sherlock can be when he wants to.
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Don't Be...Dead
FanfictionSo I wrote this for myself and my friend Becka who I dedicated the first chapter to. I hope you guys like. Based on the BBC show Sherlock. Contains Johnlock.
