|AN: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know what I said but I did say maybe. So you can't blame me there. Plus marching season is over- but. Now it's drumline season. Hah, sorry band has taken over my life. But yeah, hope y'all enjoy.|
Moriarty's POV
"Oh Sherlock," I say aloud. "Sweet, sweet Sherlock. That will be the last time you lay hands on 'your Molly.' If only you knew what were to come. Because it would be even more fun and exciting watching, trying, to win against me. But you can't. You never will." I grin as I stare into the security screen showing the image of the great Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hopper.
I can't believe he didn't think I'd be here or I was the one who sent the cab, I was the one who made the nurse go that way, and most importantly of all; I was the doctor and the one who injected oxygen into Molly's blood system as well as slowly poisoning her with her "medication."
"Oh now look what she's done to you Sherlock. She's lowered your thought process and now you're going to let her die in front of your eyes this time. It's better for you. And fun. Isn't it Alfred?" I turn around to the man struggling in the ropes I tied him in and muffling through the gag. I roll my eyes and turn back to the screen. "Even you'reboring."
I look to the screen and I see that Sherlock finally realised who the doctor really was.
"Let the games begin."
|AN: Yeah I'm a butt for this short "OH HELL NO. YOU DIDN'T" chapter but- it happened
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||extra: also is it "you're welcome or "your welcome"??||
