Hello Detective

The Reichenbach Fall Part 8

I snuck into Mycroft's office, knowing he was still here and would be back to lock up. He was surprised to see me sitting in his chair, reading through Kitty's unpublished story.

"She has really done her homework Miss Riley. There's things that only someone close to Sherlock could know." I spoke. Mycroft laid down his umbrella and briefcase.

"Ah." Mycroft spoke, closing the door.

"So how does it work then? Your relationship with Moriarty? You go out for a coffee now and then, huh? You and Jim? Your own brother and you blabbed about his entire life to this maniac?" I asked, disappointed.

"I never intended... I never dreamt–" Mycroft said.

"This, see, this is what you were trying to tell me, isn't it? Watch his back, because I've fucked up." I scowled at him. "How did you meet him?"

"People like him, we know about them, we watch them. But James Moriarty, the most dangerous criminal mind the world has ever seen, and in his pocket, the ultimate weapon, a key code. A few lines of computer code that can unlock any door." Mycroft said, and I was still angry.

"And you abducted him? To try and find the key code." I followed.

"Interrogated him for weeks. He wouldn't play along. He just sat there, staring into the darkness. The only thing that made him open up... I could get him to talk. Just a little, but–" Mycroft spoke before I cut him off.

"In return, you had to offer him Sherlock's life story. So there's one big lie, Sherlock's a fraud, but people will swallow it because the rest of it is true. Moriarty wanted Sherlock destroyed, right? And you have given him the perfect ammunition." I argued.

"Adelaide... I'm sorry." Mycroft said genuinely.

"I trusted you!" I cried. "I didn't tell Sherlock because I trusted you, and look where that's gotten us. He deserves to know, Mycroft. Moriarty is going to kill him, and you helped! You said you take care of your family, then stop him. Save him." I told him. Storming out of his office, leaving the copy of Kitty's story.

I stepped out to the curb to hail a cab, and one was slowly approaching me, before another cut in front of it and pulled up next to me. I furrowed my brow, but got in. I was more worried about how I was going to tell Sherlock I was pregnant. I needed to tell him, before it was too late. He needed my help.

"Barts Hospital." I told the cabbie, he nodded. The trip should have only taken 5 minutes from the Diogenes Club. I was so deep in thought that I hadn't realized it was taking much longer than it should. I looked at my phone, no signal. Where the hell was I? I looked out the window and noticed they were almost blacked out. Before I could yell or protest, the car slammed to a stop.

My door was ripped open and I was pulled out of the car by two strong hands. Before I could put up a fight a syringe was stabbed into my neck and my body went limp in his arms. The last thing I saw before everything went black were a pair of green eyes.

When I woke up, I didn't know how much time had passed. It felts like days, but it could have been hours. As my eyes adjusted to the bright light, I saw that your ankles and wrists were bound. I was on my knees at the top of a building facing Barts Hospital. I made the mistake of looking down, even though I'm afraid of heights. I began to squirm when I saw how far off the ground I was.

I was yanked back by my wrists and my eyes met the same green ones I had seen before slipping into unconsciousness. He was now holding a gun.

"I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting, Sebastian Moran." He flashed a cheeky smile with a slight Irish accent. "Though of course I know who you are."

I tried to speak, though that was impossible with the cloth in my mouth.

"Here let me help you out there love," he bent down and untied the gag from around my head, "Better?"

"If you were going to kill me you would have done it by now, what do you want?" I asked, bravely.

"Oh, it's not what I want, it's what my boss wants." He smirked.

"Your boss? Let me guess, Moriarty?" I rolled my eyes. I'm getting tired of playing games.

"You are a smart one, I'll hate to have to kill you." He said.

"You don't have to do this." I tried to reason with him.

"Actually I do." He looked up across to the roof opposite and smiled, "Ready to play the game?"

"I'm a bit tired of games actually–" I said, before following his gaze and seeing Sherlock stepping out onto the roof of Barts.

"Time to put this back on love, don't want you spoiling the game." He said, quickly re-gagging me before I could scream out to him.

I watched as the game unfolded across from me, Jim and Sherlock still had their backs to me. Moran bent down next to me and spoke into my ear.

"You see how this works Adelaide? If Sherlock doesn't commit suicide, you die." He spoke and I turned my head to face him, eyes wide. He laughed at my reaction.

Sherlock was now holding Moriarty by the lapels of his jacket, dangling him over the edge.

"Ah, here's my favorite part." Sebastian said, and I furrowed my eyebrows. Sherlock suddenly pulled Moriarty back to his feet, and they both turned to face me. Sherlock's mouth hung open.

"If Sherlock doesn't jump, everyone he loves will die. You, John Watson, Martha Hudson, and Greg Lestrade." Moran laughed.

My eyes connected with Sherlock across the way as he stepped up onto the ledge. I shook my head furiously as tears spilled from my eyes. This wasn't happening, he wasn't going to do it, he couldn't.

I saw him begin to laugh... what the hell was he playing at? He turned around and Moriarty began to yell. I looked to Moran and he was confused as well. This wasn't part of the plan. Sherlock jumped off of the ledge back onto the roof.

I was confused as well, what was he trying to do? Did he think he could make Jim Moriarty call off the killers? I wasn't sure what was happening. Moriarty stuck out his hand for Sherlock to shake. He took it slowly. As long as Sherlock had Moriarty, there was a way out of this. I felt a glimmer of hope. Suddenly I saw Moriarty pull a gun and fire it into his mouth. Sherlock stumbled backwards, surprised by his actions. No, there was no way out now. One of us was not getting out of this alive.

I looked up to Moran, his eyes were wide in shock... this wasn't part of the plan, he didn't know how far he was willing to go to destroy Sherlock.

Sherlock now had his hands on his head, he didn't think it would have gone this far.

He stepped up on the ledge again. I tried to scream, shake my head, stop him from doing this. He took out his phone and held it to his ear, I didn't know who he was calling but I glanced down to the ground and saw John there, on his phone, looking up to Sherlock.

A light rain was now beginning to fall as Sherlock threw the phone behind him. I heard John yell his name. Before I knew it, everything was happening in slow motion. Sherlock looked up to me once more, before jumping. I screamed as loud as I could, but it came out muffled. My view of the ground was blocked by the ambulance station, but I heard it. I heard him hit the ground, I heard the screams of people standing nearby.

I fell back, breathing heavily, not believing my own eyes. I looked around and Sebastian Moran was gone, and I was all alone. All alone. Somehow I managed to remove the robes from my wrists and ankles, and remove the gag from my mouth. I stood to find the exit, and stumbled to my knees again. Everything hurt: my legs, my wrists, my head, and my heart. I somehow managed to make it down out of the building. I saw John, being held back by paramedics as Sherlock was wheeled away.

"JOHN!" I screamed and tried to run to him, though my legs were weak. I made it to him, then saw the blood on the ground, I dropped to my knees and held my head in my hands as I cried, as I shook, and as I grieved.