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AN- Sorry if there are any mistakes as I am just awful at writing. I need a Beta, so if anyone wants to offer then can you message me. Thanks

Shout Out to GagaMidnight for her support and encouraging me to get this chapter uploaded.

Prologue- The imminent death of James Moriarty

If Sherlock's predictions are correct, then Sebastian Moran is two floors down and getting ready to shoot Dr Watson. I'm currently on the grimy roof across the Saint Bartholomew's Hospital with my guns set up ready to shoot at the signal that Sherlock gives to me.

The bastard, Sherlock was right, Moriarty would stoop as low as forcing Sherlock to committing suicide. Shame for him that Sherlock had come prepared and planned. The best thing, Moriarty was not going to come out of this fiasco alive. That was the reason that I was on the roof for and OH MY GOD! Moriarty just shot himself in the mouth and Sherlock; he's on the ledge and on the phone.

I signal the laser at him, letting him know that the lorry and cyclist's in place and my heart rattles as he jumps of the building. I want to squeeze my eyes shut instead, I focus on Moriarty's body and whilst I can hear sirens in the background, masked men run onto the roof and retrieve the Moriarty's body. I quickly pack up my gun and kit into my rucksack and I slip into the top apartment using the open window. Shedding of my jacket and black pants and dumping them inside the red rucksack I slipped outside the apartment, rushing down to the floor below. In the process of getting out to building, I bumped into the one and only, Sebastian Moran.

His face, was one of a person in despair, well I guess I would be at the moment, if my brother had really died but of course he hadn't. Moran just gave a cold stare and both of us went to the lift of the building. I, playing along with my part of a peppy, young adult, smiled at him and attempted to flirt with him. Whilst, the obvious blatant attempt at flirting my gaydar was beeping continuously, telling me that the man in front of me was either bisexual or gay. That was good news Moran would be too freaked out to think of me as suspicious.

I knew my flirting skills were bad but not that bad that he had to practically run out of the lift. Though I can now confirm to my boss that Moriarty was dead, Moran had received a call in which he was told that his "brother", (brother?), Richard was dead. Well one down and a whole network to go and I have to admit it, I was itching to whip out my knife from my bra-strap and stab Moran in the heart. I refrained to do so, as my boss had instructed and disobeying him would be very unprofessional.

Looking outside to where Moran had disappeared to, I smirked, if only he knew he had been conversing with the fifth person that was close to Sherlock Holmes. The second unaccounted person, such a deplorable mistake made by Moriarty, though I must say that he was not aware of my existence and my connection to Sherlock was hidden ever so well by Mycroft. Moran would shoot himself if he knew that he was in a lift with the half-sister of the Holmes brothers. I should introduce myself. My name is Adalaide Sara Raza-Holmes.

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