John ran, the blood pumped through his veins. He was tired, Sherlock on the other hand looked like he could keep running without any difficulties. With his hand in a tight grip around John's he led him through the building as fast as he could, determined to get them both out unharmed. John was tempted to let go of Sherlock's hand and let Sherlock go to buy him some time. He knew he was slowing them down giving the enemies a good chance to hit them. But John knew it would be impossible. The detective may seem cold and uncaring but the truth was quite the opposite. He would never allow John do to such a thing.
He saw Sherlock turning his head around to see if John could keep up. He signed that they were almost out. John smiled when he saw the look on Sherlock's face; oh he enjoyed this, this little game. Sherlock was just about to turn his head back when it happened. It looked like it was taken directly out of a movie. The sound of a weapon firing was heard. The world seemed to be played in slow motion. John's hand left Sherlock as he fell to the ground with his mouth open in a soundless scream. Red liquid was now covering John's chest. A perfect shot right in the chest. Sherlock fell to his knees beside John's body. The sniper was probably gone by now when the deed was done. Sherlock took John's hand in his. John was struggling to catch his breath. His eyes found Sherlock's as he tried to speak. Sherlock took John in his arms and held him tight as John whispered into his ear. John's voice was weak and it cracked but the words he said was all clear.
"S-Sherlock… I'm sorry, I'm s-so so… sorry. Please… Sherlock go… end this game and get those bastards... for me" he coughed weakly as his eyes slowly started to close. Sherlock shook his head with tears in his eyes.
"No, I'm not leaving you John, stay with me!" John smiled at his best friend and lover.
"No, Sherlock it's game over for me now" he took a deep breath and looked into Sherlock eyes.
"John please I can't, I need you, I have nothing less to fight for!" the tears fell on John's face. John lifted his arm to wipe away the tears in Sherlock's eyes.
"Now go, please do it for me, for us, GO!"
"I love you John" he whispered and placed a kiss on his forehead. He got up and ran. Leaving John behind was like leaving his own heart. He kept running. He could see the door now. He used his last strength as he kicked the door open. The sunlight hit him and he was blinded for a second and that was all it took. A second shot was heard and Sherlock fell to the ground. A man in a helmet approached. He stopped right in front of Sherlock and looked down on him. The man slowly raised his hand and took of the helmet. Greg Lestrade looked down him.
"The game is over Sherlock, I won" Sherlock looked up at him with annoyance before he stood up and looked down at the yellow splashed colour on his chest.
"You will never shut up about this right?" he said.
"No, it's not everyday you beat Sherlock Holmes at something"
"It's paintball, it's hardly something of importance" Sherlock said he was clearly not happy. Lestrade just laughed.