Sherlock's POV
"I'd try to convince you but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind!"
For the first time in my life, I hadn't a clue what to do. Red dots from sniper rifles were dancing across my chest, and my sweaty palm was struggling to keep a firm grip on my pistol. My heart was going twice my normal rate, and all I could do was rack my brains, hoping I'd find some way to escape.
If I tried to escape, they'd either shoot me or John. If I just shot Moriarty, he'd either survive or die, but either way the snipers would shoot me. I couldn't ricochet the bullet, it was far too dangerous.
Only one way out, then.
Take everyone with me.
I glanced at John, who had seemingly thought the same thing, and nodded, although he was trembling slightly. I wanted to say that I was sorry I ever brought John into my life, but to be honest, he was the best partner I had ever had. A good… friend. That word was new. Friend.
"And I'm sure anything I have to say has already crossed yours." I said as I turned my attention away from John and towards the discarded bomb on the floor, pointing my pistol at it as I did. I could see fear on Moriarty's expression for the first time. I had seen mock fear, but he was actually afraid. Good. I could take that expression to the grave.
But for some reason, I couldn't will myself to pull the trigger, yet I knew I had to. This was what had to happen. For all our sakes. Finally, a small smile of victory played at my lips, and my finger began to tighten.