Playing Games With The Devil - A Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter fifteen: A Good Old Fashioned Villian

A/N: I just want to say so there's no confusion, that even though this is set after season 3 I will still be using some of the things that happened. I won't be following the script completely but a few things will be the same. Also, I love reading all of your comments so please keep it up!

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I am running as fast as I can. After receiving the text threatening John's life, I left. I know I must get there as soon as possible. This is all my fault.

I follow the directions that were provided and force myself to keep going. The cold air pierces my lungs making things very difficult but I cannot stop. I refuse to let John die because of my actions.

I make it to my destination, arriving a little behind Sherlock and Mary. They must have received the same message as I did. Sherlock is distraught looking around in every direction trying to figure out where John might be. That's when I notice the smoke rising into the night sky.

Earlier that evening...

It's not long before Moriarty begins to stir. I'm pacing around him on the floor contemplating my options. The most sensible thing to do would be to kill him. I would possibly be saving hundreds of lives by ending his. But as Moriarty has brought up on several occasions, I'm not capable of murdering him.

I can see Moriarty's eyes flutter open and immediately land on me. I expected him to be angry but he's not, at least he isn't showing it. Moriarty looks, amused. He tugs at the restraints on his wrist a little while trying to sit up. "Kinky." He comments, flashing me a sick smile.

"You do realise the situation you are in, right?" I ask. "Of course I do. And this is the most fun I've had in ages." Moriarty says sarcastically. "What made you like this?" I ask out loud staring down at him. His grin falters now and the coldness returns to his eyes.

"Brooklyn, untie me." He commands. "I'm not that stupid." I state. Moriarty seems slightly agitated but not for long. "Do you know where your big brother is right now?" Moriarty asks. I don't answer. "I'll give you a hint, he's certainly not in jail." He tells me.

"What did you do?" I ask. Moriarty simply laughs. "I didn't do anything." My phone beeps on the table and I reach over to grab it.

Come quickly, if you want John to live.

Along with the text I also receive a map. I know I have to go but I'm unsure of what to do with Moriarty. The message I sent earlier was to Lestrade, but seeing as how he's yet to show up I'm assuming he didn't believe me. I can't blame him though, I probably wouldn't have believed me either.

"If there's somewhere else you need to be don't let me stop you." He says. "You're timer, was this what it was counting down to? Have you hired someone to hurt John?" I ask trying to piece things together. "I currently have no interest in John Watson. And if you recall correctly, I said it was counting down the minutes of someone's life. John is alive as far as I know but Detective Lestrade should currently be preoccupied in Sussex." Moriarty tells me.

I shove my phone in my pocket and leave before he has the chance to say anything else. I don't have time to dwell on Moriarty knowing John is in danger. I recall the map on my phone and try to pinpoint the quickest route. A cab would take to long and the tube is defiantly out of question so I just start running.

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We push our way through the crowd of people not bothering to utter apologies. Sherlock is the first to make it to John. While he is pulling John from the fire I phone the ambulance.

The pungent smell of ash and smoke makes my stomach churn. I try to just focus on John but that is proving to be a very difficult task. The flames take me back to every bad thing I've done. For the first time I really understand the full extent of my actions. I murdered completely innocent people, people like John.