The Game Continues

The Final Problem pt. 2

Hello guys and welcome back to TGIO!

This is the sequel to "The Game Is On" so make SURE to read that first!

I know you've waited a long time for this, so here it is! (yaay)

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READ ON, MY WAYWARD SONS!

~Garnent

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The detective stood completely still. What did he just say?

"Sorry, let me rephrase that," Jim relaxed his shoulders to look as laid-back as possible, "I need your help."

"And why exactly would I help YOU?!" Sherlock yelled, still clutching baby Hamish for dear life.

But Sherlock could tell Jim looked very sincere. Could he be telling the truth?

Is Moriarty...Good?

No way.

"Look, Sherlock, I've never really wanted to hurt anyone. I just got bored. It was just a silly game."

"You've KILLED people!"

"No, I have never killed anyone. That was all Sebastian. He just put me in the spotlight. Killing people was his thing."

"And you let him."

"He would've killed me if I didn't! Please, this is embarrassing for me, asking you for help, but I'm trapped. Stuck in Moran's grasp. Please, help me put him behind bars."

"What's in it for me?"

"Nobody knows the criminal mind better than I do, Sherlock. I can help you. Please, please give me a chance to turn my life around!"

"God, don't beg, it's so unlike you."

"Please, Sherlock?"

"Why should I trust you? You took my John, and my baby. You've been threatening us for years. AND you killed people for two years just to get my attention!"

"No, Sebastian has been killing people for FUN for two years. All I've been doing is sneaking in signs behind his back."

Sherlock gave him a long look, "Still."

"Come on, you know you like me. You admire me. You would like to be friends. I can deduce too."

The detective gave scrunched up his nose, "So, Moran is threatening you to take the blame for him killing people?"

"Yes."

"And he'll kill you if you don't?"

"That's what he told me. And what he reminds me of every day."

Sherlock began to laugh, "So, he OWNS you then?!"

"Shut up! I said I need an escape. PLEASE, God, help me!"

John, who'd been standing there in silence, finally said, "Sherlock, you're not really going to trust him, are you?"

"I...I don't know. He seems to be serious."

"I cried for two years after you 'died' because of him!" John yelled, making Hamish squirm.

"Shh, I know. A little far for a game, huh Mori?"

"Moran threatened me, 'do whatever it takes,' he said."

"So he threatened you, to threaten me? Wow."

"Come on, please?"

"Fine. I'll trust you," Sherlock swung in close, "But give me one reason not to and I will not hesitate to stick a bullet in your brain."

Moriarty gulped and nodded.

"Are you serious?!" John watched as Jim and Sherlock passed him, "Just like that?"

"I'll kill him if he's lying. I don't trust him yet."

"Wait a second, remember when someone tried to shoot me and you jumped in front?"

"Yeah?"

"That was Sebastian! I remember now! He wanted to kill me, but when he realized he'd accidentally shot you, he looked horrified, like he'd made a huge mistake."

"That means he's got something in store for me. He needed you out of the way. We're dealing with something huge here."

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7 Years Later

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Seven long years passed and they hadn't come any closer to anything. Moriarty seemed okay, he'd actually made friends with everyone in Scotland Yard. It seemed nobody remembered who he used to be.

Jim was a whole new man.

But inevitably now Moran knew Jim had betrayed him. Jim's life is in danger, as well as Sherlock and John's.

But that wasn't the worst of their problems.

Because the two dads were raising....

TEENAGERS.

"John!" 17-year-old Gina swung her head into the living room.

"Yes, Gina?"

"Amanda stole my hairbrush and she won't goddamn give it back!"

John let out a long sigh, "Can't you two just get along?"

7-year-old Hamish looked up from his drawings, "Yeah! You're like, best friends!"

Gina huffed and stomped back into their room, which had been remodeled a bit to fit their age, "Amanda!"

John rolled his eyes. He heard shuffling and Sherlock emerged from 221C. He'd been working on experiments for two straight hours, not making a single sound. John wasn't sure if he even got up to use the washroom.

"What time is it?" The detective rasped. Clearly he wasn't used to talking.

"Three-thirty in the afternoon."

"Jesus have I been there that long?"

"Yep."

Sherlock rubbed his eyes and lumbered over to seat himself on the couch next to John.

"What are you writing?"

"A blog entry about raising teens."

"Boring," the detective reached forward and grabbed his phone.

"3 New Messages" said the notification.

Sherlock huffed and checked them.

One from Lestrade: "HI. JUST OUT WITH MYCROFT, WANNA JOIN?"

Sherlock texted back: "NO. -SH"

One from Mycroft: "I'M OUT WITH LESTRADE. DON'T BOTHER ME. -MH"

Now he was interested, "I MIGHT. -SH"

And one from an unknown number: "THIS IS MY NEW NUMBER, TO HIDE FROM SEB. HELLO! x -JM"

Sherlock smiled, texting back, "HELLO. -SH"

"NO KISSES FOR ME? x -JM"

"I'M MARRIED, FYI. -SH"

"OH YES, JOHNNY-BOY. CONGRATS. x -JM"

Sherlock put his phone down. Time to find Mycroft and Lestrade!

"John, I'm going to find Mycroft. Coming?"

"Why the hell are you looking for him?"

"He's with Lestrade," Sherlock made a kissy-face.

John laughed, "All right. Off we go then!"