Sherlock had found the kids. Minor mercury poisoning was all that had to be fought to help them. Sally was saying things about Sherlock making your blood boil. Sherlock blew her off and entered the kids room. Screaming. That was all that could be heard. You pulled Sherlock away from the door while we all stood around with the new silence.
"Why would they scream when seeing you?" John whispered breaking the silence. You nodded wondering the same thing.
"I will talk with them." You whispered pushing Sherlock slightly out of view. You slwoly opened the door to see the two terrified children and their parents.
"Ambassador. I am sorry about that. Do you mind if I talk with your children?" You asked the American. He gave a very brief and curt nod. You knelled next to the bed trying to ignoring the very clear fear written all over their faces.
"Why did you scream when the detective tried t o come and speak with you?" You whispered. The little girl started shaking.
"He wasn't a detective." The little boy whispered back.
"He is. He found you using your linseed oil trick. He said you were very clever. Even said you more clever then one of the other crime scene techs." You said trying to get to him.
"He is the one that took us." HE almost yelled. You blinked and slightly shook your head.
"Maybe it was someone that looked like him." You said explaining to the Ambassador.
"You know that won't work. I need proof that psychopath didn't poison my children."The Ambassador yelled. You swallowed.
"High-functioning sociopath and I was with him the whole time. Unless he can be in two places at once." You trailed off before shaking your head and turning on your heel.
"Ms. You know there is a story coming out about how he is all a fake. That everything he does is a trick." He called out. You whirled.
"Sir, with all due respect, It's not a trick. When are you going to tell your wife that you have another child with another woman that you still see. How did I know? That same trick that Sherlock uses. I can see it." You turned away ignoring the angry huffs from the Ambassador and went towards the direction of the exit.
After stepping outside you realized how long you had been gone. The setting sun set a fire into your blood as a feeling of unease settled over you. You hailed a cab and sat in the back that nervous feeling not going away., You lightly rubbed your lower abdomen where it felt like the nervousness was collecting.
You were right to be scared the cab was stopped a block or so from the flat so you walked. After you neared you heart dropped. Sherlock was holding a gun to John's head while like ten or so officers were aiming at him.
"Stop!!!" You yelled trying to jump in the way. Lestrade was also calling for them to put down their arms.
"This man is being framed. Stop being imbeciles. You read a story int he paper and arrest someone now. No wonder you all can't solve any crimes." You yelled. You could hear the steps as Sherlock had started backing away.
"And who are you?" The head of the police force asked.
"Depends. Try and touch Sherlock and I will be your worst nightmare. Otherwise, I am nothing more than a girl to you." You said just loud enough for them to hear. Sherlock yelled run to John and their feet pounded on the pavement. One of the officers went to chase him and you tripped him and elbowed the next one in the temple both dropped to the ground.
You fought tooth and nail until the taser was pressed firmly to your back and you dropped like a rock. Your arms were pinned behind your back and the handcuffs closed. They dragged you the police car rather roughly before slamming you into the door and beginning their search for weapons.
"How many did she have on her?" The captain yelled.
"Sir 16 different knives and three guns." Was answered.
"How do you even hide that many weapons on you?" He asked quietly.
"Creatively." You answered.
Sherlocks POV
I pulled John behind me ignoring the searing pain from the handcuffs biting into my wrists. My heart hurt for y/n. She took on the entire police force so I could stop Moriarty. She knew she would get arrested, she knew the consequences.
"Sherlock!" John panted behind me. I stopped and began working with him.
12 hours later- still Sherlock's POV
I had thought through everything. I had no choice. I sent a text to Moriarty to meet me on the roof of St Barts. He was going to win.
I walked up to the top trying to ease my jumping nerves. Morairty was already there not surprising me.
"You and me Sherlock. And our problem. The final problem." Moriarty said after turning off his music.
"Staying alive! It's so boring, isn't it? It's just staying.All my life I've been searching for distractions and you were the best distraction and now I don't even have you because I've beaten you.And you know what? In the end, it was easy.It was easy.Now I've got to go back to playing with the ordinary people, and it turns out you're ordinary, just like all of them. Ah, well. Did you almost start to wonder if I was real? Did I nearly get you? Richard Brook. Nobody seems to get the joke, but you do?" Moriarty said being extra theatrical.
"Of course." I replied giving him this.
"Attaboy." He answered. After lots of back and forth Moriarty had finally played his card. I jump or the four most important people in my life die. And only he can stop them. More back and forth.
"Your on the side of the angels." Moriarty said like that proved anything.
"Oh, I might be on the side of the angels but don't think for one second that I am one." I answered feeling the rush in my blood as I try and solve he case. Save their lives without losing my own.
"As long as I am alive, you can save your friends, you've got away out." Moriarty thought aloud. I smiled knowing I had won. That is until he pulled out a gun and shot himself. I backed away my mind racing. I had only one choice. I pulled out my phone and made a single call.
"Hey Sherlock" John answered. I gulped standing on the edge. "Are you OK?" He asked
"Turn around the way you came." I commanded
"I coming in." John ignored me.
"Just do as I ask! Please" I asked quieter. I gave my speech tears streaming down my face. John was my best friend.
"John you will have to do a favor for me. I can't tell her myself so I need you to do this one thing for me. My last request if you will. Tell y/n I have always loved her." I dropped the phone and took a deep breath before stepping off that roof and pulling the concrete towards me fast.
Your POV
The interrogation room you were in was way too quiet. You were still waiting for Mycroft to come and rescue you. Sally walked into the room with a big majorly evil grin on her face.
"Your gonna love this." She whispered while turning on the television.
"Sherlock Holmes is the dead. The detective jumped off of St Barts this morning after the story hit that everything he did was fake. That Jim Moriarty was fake." You tuned it out as your whole world shut down. Sherlock couldn't be dead. You looked up to Sally to see Mycroft there instead.
"Y/n, John has a message from Sherlock for you." He said. He voice was rough and tired. You could see his pain like it was your own. Tears streamed down your face.
"He is not dead. I won't hear it." You replied feeling your heart break. He couldn't be dead. Not your Sherlock. Not him.
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Almost Wanted
FanfictionSO I have been reading A LOT of these and none of them really live up to expectations. Not that that were bad, but they didn't capture Sherlock well enough except for the few in my reading list. Those were amazing. So I thought I would give it a sh...
