Have you ever thought that Sherlock must get awfully frustrated with Moriatry sometimes?
I mean, Moriatry trying to kill him and everything…
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Sherlock had just about had enough.
Why wouldn't Moriatry just stop with the damn games?
So, today, after Moriatry had snipers aiming at Lestrade, Mrs Hudson and John, he just lost his temper just a teeny weeny liddle bit.
Sherlock lost it. "Why don't you just stand still and let me kill you, god damnit?!"
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I was in the mood for a drabble.