Moriarty's Lover- A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction (very slow updates)

Chapter 2

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        We planned all day, perfecting every little detail and taking into consideration everything that could go wrong. We called our best snipers and talked them through where they'd be positioned. Everything was ready and the only thing we had to was go to the pool and let Sherlock see the face of Moriarty.

      I was positioned on the balcony, my gun pointed at the pool below, waiting for Sherlock to show up. Finally, the door squeaked open and Sherlock emerged. He looked around before pulling a memory stick out of his pocket and holding it in the air.

        "Brought you a little getting-to-know you present. Oh, that's what it’s all been for hasn't it? All your little puzzles, making me dance - all to distract me from this." He said loudly then began turning circles, waiting for someone to show themselves.

        While his back was turned John was ordered to step out of his door half-way down the pool. At the sound of the door opening and closing, Sherlock whirled around, the shock registering on his face immediately.

        "This is a turn-up, isn't it, Sherlock?" John mumbled, listening to the earpiece in his ear that Moriarty was talking into. Sherlock was too stunned to reply and John continued, "Bet you never saw this coming."

        John then unzipped his coat, revealing the bomb beneath, and I took that as my cue, pointing my gun at the bomb strapped to his chest. Sherlock looked around wildly, searching for the source of the laser. Of course, I was hidden in the shadows and couldn't see a thing. As Sherlock looked around, John continued to talk as the master commanded him to.

        "Who are you?" Sherlock finally asked.

        At the other end of the pool, Moriarty opened his door and said, "I gave you my number. I thought you might call." He then walked towards Sherlock and John, "Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?"

        Sherlock pulled a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at Moriarty, "Both."

        "Jim Moriarty. H!" he paused, letting Sherlock observe him before continuing. "Jim? Jim from the hospital?"

        He walked along the deep end of the pool, Sherlock bringing his other hand up to the gun to support it. "Oh. Did I really make such a fleeting impression? But, then, I suppose that was rather the point.”

                My arm accidentally slipped, making the laser in John’s chest move, bringing their attention to it. I held my breath, hoping I wouldn’t be punished for making a mistake. Jim, being the genius he was, improvised and said, “Don’t be silly. Someone else is holding the rifle. I don’t like getting my hands dirty.”

                I breathed out a sigh of relief and tuned out the two men’s conversation to focus on staying perfectly still, but I was startled when Moriaty shouted, “That’s what people DO!”

                The two men talked more until Sherlock pulled the memory stick out of his pocket and offered it to the consulting criminal. Moriarty walked towards Sherlock and took the stick then in a sing song voice said, “Boring! I could have gotten them anywhere.” then tossed the memory stick into the pool.

                While this went on I kept my eye on John who was mumbling to himself. I wasn’t surprised when John ran forward though and grabbed Moriarty. We had expected something like this to happen, after all it was in John’s nature to do things like that, and after the three talked, mostly Moriarty in a mocking tone, the sniper on the balcony across from me pointed his rifle at Sherlock’s head. John quickly let go of Moriarty and backed up a few steps. Once John let go e gestured to his suit and said, “Westwood.”

                Moriarty then warned Sherlock about prying and then exited through the door John had come in from. I watched in amusement as Sherlock practically tore the coat and bomb from John’s body. I listened as the two talked and waited for Moriarty to come back. It was always something he did. Giving people the false hope of safety and freedom before cruelly coming back and taking their lives. It made him feel powerful, and if there’s one thing you should know about Moriarty, it’s that he loves power.

                As Moriarty came in, every sniper in the balcony and I pointed our guns at John and Sherlock. Then Sherlock did something that hadn’t even crossed our minds, he pointed his gun at the bomb, threatening to blow the whole place up. And for the first time ever, I actually saw fear and anxiety on Moriarty’s face. He covered it well, but I saw it nonetheless.

                Stayin’ Alive then started playing, echoing throughout the room, “D’you mind if I get that?”

                “No, no, please. You’ve got the rest of your life.”

                Jim answered his phone and then after a bit of talking he shouted, “Say that again! Say that again and know that if you’re lying to me, I will find you and I will ssskin you.” Then turning to Sherlock he said, “Sorry. Wrong day to die.”

                “Oh, did you get a better offer?”

                “You’ll be hearing from me, Sherlock.”

                Moriarty then walked to the door he originally came from and snapped his fingers. We, all the snipers, lowered our weapons and quickly put them away. WE then quietly headed to the back stairs that would lead to the room Moriarty disappeared into.

                When we got into the room Moriarty as still on the phone but motioned for us to leave. Everyone filed out but I walked slowly next to Jim, waiting for him to finish his call. Once we were outside he ended it then excitedly turned to me and said, “Looks like we got ourselves a new client, one with very scandalous information. Let’s get dinner to celebrate.” He suggested.

                I eagerly agreed, wanting as much alone time with Jim as I could get.