Not Everyone Needs A Title

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It was almost time. Lyndsi had hidden at Molly's flat when it began so she wasn't discovered. First was a case involving two kids. When the girl saw him she screamed. Lyndsi was mad at first because she knew Sally was going to be a bitch and was going to start the investigation against him. She watched the news and learned that Sherlock and John were on the run. That was her cue. She headed to the pool to wait because the duo had to talk to Kitty Riley first. James was there but she didn't know that. James escaped and went to the pool.

"Lyndsi?" She had his back to him and hadn't known he would be there but when she hears him she instantly freezes.

"I'm so sorry Love. I never ever intended for Moran to do that to you."

"It doesn't matter now." She says quietly

"Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you."

"Hiding from Sherlock. He wants to kill me." She still hasn't faced him

"Look at me Love? I miss your face" He says softly

She turns to him and he pauses. Her face was still bruised and she had a few scars, one going from her earlobe and along her jaw to the corner of her mouth.

"Oh Love I am so so so sorry." He says

Lyndsi says nothing but turns back away from him. It's easier to lie when they can't read you. She knew Sherlock was around the corner and getting ready to shoot her. She mentally braced herself so she wouldn't go into shock. Then she would most likely die.

"Looks like I found your girlfriend." Sherlock says

Lyndsi freezes in fear, not sure how James would react. He didn't have time to. Sherlock shot her in her left lung then ran out. Moriarty runs to Lyndsi's now bleeding form. He holds her in his arms and she coughs a bit of blood.

"Lyndsi I am so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. None of it. I'll kill him. I promise. Lyndsi I love you so much and I am so sorry. Sweet dreams Love." He kisses her forehead

She closed her eyes and waits for Jim's footsteps to fade. He was the calm kind of angry. She waits a few minutes before rolling over and crawling to the hidden med-kit. They had done it. Lyndsi was dead. Now she had to stop the bleeding and get the blood-pack from the kit so she could still be dead when John found her. She worked quickly because the plan is that Sherlock called John after he shot her, saying she was hurt. Moriarty would leave and John would come in to find her body. As for the pulse she simply applied a latex cover so it would hide her pulse. It was a brilliant plan all together but they had to work quickly. Sure enough, after she spread the blood around and laid back down John came rushing in. Her eyes were closed and she was still.

John rushed over and checked her pulse. He didn't find one. He closed his eyes and sighed. There was nothing he could do. She was dead.

"Lyndsi I am so sorry. We'll get him. I just want you to know he loved you. Not that you can do anything about it now. He does love you." John stood up and left. He had to help Sherlock.

***

John rushed Sherlock. He had to tell him Lyndsi was dead. He didn't want to but he had to.

"Lyndsi is dead." He said

"I know." Sherlock says simply

"What?" John asks

Lyndsi and Sherlock both knew he couldn't act well enough to fool John so they made him play emotionless. More so than usual.

"I saw him shoot her. There was nothing I could do."

"How can you not be upset? You loved her!" John says loudly

"Do I?" Sherlock asks him

"How can you not know that? Of course you did! Because even after you found out she was with Moriarty you still wanted her forgiveness, the way you look at her, everything!"

"Hmm. Moving on now, she's gone and we have more pressing matters."

"Like what?" John snaps

"Ms. Hudson's been shot."

***

John watched in horror as Sherlock fell. It was almost like it was happening in slow motion. He just kept falling and falling and falling. Until he finally hit the ground. John tried to run to him but was hit by a biker. When he finally got through the forming crowd he found Sherlock had no pulse. Sherlock was dead. Lyndsi was dead. Both of his best friends were gone. Dead.

***

It was the day if the funeral. John made sure that Sherlock and Lyndsi were placed right next to each other.

"Well they're together at least." Lestrade says

"Finally. I wish they'd gotten together when they were alive. They would've been happy." Ms. Hudson says

"Yea. They would've." John agrees.

"How would you describe Lyndsi?" Molly asks

"I couldn't. Not everyone needs a tittle." John sighs

This was it. Sherlock Holmes and Lyndsi Luckado were dead. John would soon meet Mary. Lestrade would hopefully divorce his cheating wife. Anderson would be found out by his wife who in turn broke both Anderson's and Donovan's nose. And even though Sherlock and Lyndsi were gone, all would be right.