Not Everyone Needs A Title

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Lyndsi couldn't sleep well. Usually Sherlock sat with her and that calmed her down enough so she could sleep for a few hours. H didn't mind. Anyone else he would've been more than irritated but he would do anything for Lyndsi.

She woke with a start as usual, instantly grabbing Sherlocks hand. He looked down to her and she looked back up at him. She. Closed her eyes again tiredly.

"This is going to drive me up the wall." She sighs as she sits up.

"You'll be fine. Come on we should do something."

"No. You have company. I'll be on the roof when he's gone." She stands and goes out the window, scaling up the building.

Sherlock goes to the living room to greet his upcoming guest. Sure enough Moriarty walks in the room after a few minutes.

"Lyndsi is still missing. It's only been 3 days I know but I still have plans for you. After all... Every fairytale needs a good old-fashioned villain"

Sherlock says nothing so Jim continues

"The final problem is here Sherlock. Have you figured it out yet? I did tell you but did you listen?"

"Must be hard then. Saying 'I don't know'." Jim says

"I dunno" Sherlock says

"Ohhhh. Clever you. Very clever. But are you clever enough? That's the question isn't it?"

"What do you want?" Sherlock asks finally

"1) my girlfriend back.
2) I want you to play my game."

"No."

"No? Sherlock Holmes refusing to play?"

"Leave now. I'm tired of your presence"

"Sherlock be ready. The fall is coming. But don't worry. Falling is just like flying but with a more permanent destination"

"Never liked riddles."

"Learn to because I owe you a fall Sherlock, I owe you."

Jim leaves the flat after giving Sherlock a rather uncomfortable stare. Sherlock waits until he hears the familiar closing of the door downstairs. Lyndsi must be watching him leave. Unless he's waiting downstairs. Waiting for Sherlock to give something up.

So Sherlock continues to sit in his chair, unmoving, until Lyndsi comes back through the window.

"He's gone now. Also I think we should kill me right after you get ruined"

"Speaking of which I've decided we're going to drown you."

"Great. The irony is insane."

"What do you mean?" Sherlock asks

"First you had to save me from drowning and now you're going to kill me by drowning me."

"Yes. As for after I fall, I have to dismantle Moriarty's web and I was wondering, since we will both be dead, would you join me?"

"I'd love to Sherlock. Mycroft will know then?"

"He was going to find out anyway."

"Hold up, If John is to think I am dead as well we can't drown me. So you can either shoot me in the pool or pull me off the building with you." Lyndsi says

"I think I'll shoot you then. It would be more practical since your death is supposed to push him to killing me. But are there any precautions we can take? I don't want to kill you."

"Well that's good. I don't think so though. Kevlar would be noticed. Plus no blood spurt. So shoot me about here" Lyndsi uses one finger to circle an area on her stomach.

"Blood, check. Pain, good not good. Survivalbility, like... 67%. Yea there is good. Try not to hit my kidneys or liver however if we really want to sell it hit a lung in the lower sections. Also if you do that leave a med-kit nearby so I can drain the fluid. Lung is good. I like lung. We're going with the lungs. That's a fun word. Lungs. Lung." Lyndsi giggles

"That's really going to hurt. And the chance of survival is only 43%." Sherlock points out

"Wrong again Sherlock. 43% for normal people. For me its like...61%. And I know it's going to hurt but lets be real here, getting shot is going to hurt anyway so lets sell it. We're going to Broadway." She stretches her arms above her head in a swoop showing her exaggeration

"Broadway it is then. I'll have Lestrade hide a med-kit under a tarp near the pool. If I kill you I am going to be so mad."

"That's simple enough to solve."

"How?" Sherlock asks

"Don't kill me."