AN: Ok, so this is really short with a pretty cheesy 'end'...but I'm ok with it! Written whilst listening to Editors' fabulous song "In This Light and On This Evening"
Sherlock Holmes crouched upon the rooftop, the might of London displayed before his eyes. In the distance, St. Paul's Cathedral stood proudly, its concrete neighbours glittering as evening settled in. The answer was out there somewhere. It had to be out there. Two days he'd been waiting for this and now everything was to slide into place.
Another glance, another deep, steadying breath until- there! On the right! He sprang up and into action like a poorly written simile, a slow smile spreading across his face as he chased James Moriarty- for the last time.
