Unplanned

Chapter Nine

Sherlock, John and Mary were tapping away silently on three of Sherlock's many, many laptops. They were researching. Trying to find things out.

Moriarty had disappeared since Sherlock last spoke to him. No one knew where he was.

Mary yawned. "Could this be him?" She asked sleepily. They had been looking for a long time. "Two Men Killed in Manchester. Could that be him?"

"No. Only two people. Not his style." Sherlock replied, not tired at all.

John yawned as well. "Sherlock can we go to bed now? We've been searching for hours."

"You two go. I need to keep going."

John frowned with concern. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'll be fine." Said Sherlock.

John and Mary were finally convinced and left the flat. Sherlock sat for two hours after that, but he couldn't find anything Moriarty worthy. Then Sherlock heard his phone buzz.

"John, can you get that?" He asked without taking his yes of the laptop. A few seconds later it buzzed again. "I said, can you get that?"

After a few seconds he sighed. John was so unresponsive sometimes. He picked up the phone himself and looked at the text. His heart seemed to stop momentarily.

Come meet at the pool. Midnight.
JM X

And another one

Wear something pretty

Sherlock's mind started working again. Midnight was exactly 37 minutes away. Enough time to find a nice suit. He gave himself a half smirk in the mirror and then walked quickly to his room.

Sherlock entered through the same door as he did the time before. Moriarty was already there, wearing a black suit and tie. He looked up at Sherlock and smiled coldly.

"Do you always have to look so good?"

Sherlock threw his arms out. "You told me to wear something nice."

Moriarty shrugged. "Fair enough."

Sherlock walked slowly past the dark pool. "So Moriarty, what do you plan to do? How are you going to win this game? What's the plan?"

"Well, that's the thing, Sherlock. I don't know."

Sherlock stopped walking. "Really?"

This had to be a joke or part of his plan. Something. He couldn't be serious.

Moriarty walked forward and looked Sherlock in the eyes.

"Listen to me Sherlock." He said quietly. "We are both powerful men. Now imagine if we joined forces. We could be the most dangerous men in the country. An unstoppable force."

Sherlock couldn't believe what he was hearing. But he saw desperation in Moriarty's eyes.

"What?" He blurted in confusion.

"Think about it, Sherlock. Just you and me against the world."

Sherlock stared at him, his mouth parted slightly. "You- you can't be serious." He said, laughing slightly. "This is you're big plan?"

Moriarty looked at him. "Please sherlock."

Sherlock was taken aback. And somewhat disgusted.

"N-no." He said. He turned and started to walk out of building.

"Why not?" Yelled Moriarty, his voice cracking.

"Because we're enemies!" Sherlock yelled back. "We always have been and always will be."

"We can't be now!"

"Why?"

"Because I love you!"

Sherlock stared at Moriarty. His brain felt numb. "N-no. That can't- you're lying..."

Moriarty covered his face and slid down the wall. He took a shaky breath and laughed hysterically. "I wish I was Sherlock. You have no idea how much I wish..."

Sherlock stared at him. "No." He said.

"Please Sherlock..." Moriarty was crying now.

Sherlock stared at him in disbelief. How could this be the same man who tried to kill Sherlock? The same man who always looked at Sherlock with those cold dead eyes? He was always so strong and clever. And now he was broken. But one thing was clear. Sherlock had won.

"Sorry." He said coldly. "But that's not how you play the game." He turned and walked out the door. He heard a sob. Then a gunshot. He paused. Then he breathed deeply and kept walking.