Sherlock arrived back at 221B and could sense something was wrong. He went upstairs. He thought it was his brother, he always did like to intrude. Or it may be Lestrade on another 'drugs bust' but what he saw next, he really was not expecting. Moriarty.

Sherlock stood at the door. For the first time in his life, he was scared, no, terrified.

"Ah, Sherlock! Nice to see you again. It's been a while." Moriarty smirked and got up. He walked over to Sherlock's violin which was perched against the sofa. He picked it up and started plucking the strings. If this had been anyone else, Sherlock would have lunged at them but this was Moriarty. Sherlock knew better.

"As you might be able to tell, I'm not very happy with you, Sherlock...now, if I remember correctly, we had a deal. The deal was, you die, your friends don't. I see you didn't keep your end of the deal. So, why should I keep mine?"

Sherlock stood there motionless.

"There is one more option."

"W...what is it?"

"Come with me...kill yourself and your friends will be safe, promise!"

"Where would we go?" Sherlock tried to sound like he wasn't scared but Moriarty could sense Sherlock's fear.

"Aw, don't be scared! It's just a little bullet in your brain, no biggie!"

"But where would you take me?"

"Just to a little warehouse, nice place. Next to a field, lots of sunlight."

"What if I refuse?"

"We both know yo wouldn't do that!"

Sherlock nodded hesitantly and followed. He knew he would never go back home. He was going to die today and he knew that. Moriarty opened the car door and gestured for Sherlock to get in. Sherlock was scared. Sherlock Holmes the Consulting Detective was scared. The car drove off and after what felt like an eternity, the car pulled up outside a huge brick building. Sherlock followed Moriarty in and they arrived at a big room with two chairs in the centre and between them, a small table with a hand gun on it.

"Sit down! Make yourself at home. I'll be back in a minute."

Moriarty waltzed out of the room. Sherlock sat down and looked around. He had no hope of escape, Moriarty undoubtedly had men at every door. A short while later, Moriarty came back in with another man. Sherlock assumed this was who the second chair was for but why was there another man? The other man looked short but this is all that Sherlock could see, he couldn't see his face because he had his hood up. When the man walked over and eventually pulled down his hood, Sherlock jumped up.

"JOHN?!"

John walked over and sat down next to Sherlock.

"You lied to me, Moriarty." growled Sherlock through gritted teeth.

"The first time we met, what did I say? I'm sooooo changeable!" Now, let's play a little game. I'm going to walk out of the room, and when I come back one of you will be dead! The gun has one bullet, enjoy!" and with that, Moriarty skipped out of the room.

"Shoot me, John." Sherlock thrust the gun into John's hand.

"No, listen to me Sherlock. You bring criminals down and all I do is blog about it-"

"You help me, John, please. You have Mary, what will she do without you? I...I couldn't live without you!"

"Mary will be fine. Well, she's more that proven that she can more than take care of herself. There is only one way that we can do this is we refuse to shoot each other. Together."

"Together. John, there is just one more thing-"

"Yeah...I love you too."

Sherlock smiled. The two men put their heads together, they only had one bullet so this was how it had to be done.

"Sherlock, I want you to do this."

Sherlock nodded and took the gun into his hand. He wrapped his finger around the trigger and grabbed John's hand. With one last breath, Sherlock pulled the trigger and both men crumbled to the ground. Still hand in hand.