John looked over his shoulder and saw Sherlock running up the road, he had his gun drawn and looked like he had been attacked.
"Sherlock! What the hell is going on?" John asked once Sherlock had reached him.
"Moriarty." He replied gasping for breath.
"Where is he?"
"I don't know. I lost him while I was running. He's too clever when it comes to this sort of thing." Sherlock said.
"Isn't he?"
Sherlock looked behind where he and John and been standing; Moriarty was leaning against a tree truck lazily pointing a gun at them.
"John, go!" Sherlock commanded, stepping in front of him.
"No." John replied quietly.
"John, I'm the one he wants to kill. Not you. Go!"
"Oh Sherlock," Moriarty said laughing "I want to kill both of you!"
"Why?" Sherlock asked
"Because it's fun." Moriarty replied, still laughing.
John pulled out his gun and was about to shot Moriarty when Sherlock gently put his hand on John's arm.
"Don't, what good will come of killing him?"
"He killed hundreds of innocent people just to get to you, and now when we have a chance to kill him you just want to let him live? Don't you remember what you said?"
Sherlock closed his eyes for a moment as though remembering something. When he finally looked back at John there were tears in his eyes
"Do it." He said.
John pulled the trigger.
BANG! BANG!
John felt a sharp pain in his chest, he felt the front of his shirt becoming warm and wet. Looking down he saw the front of his shirt soaked with blood. His blood. Moriarty had shot him. He fell to the ground. His vision was fading in and out. He was beginning to lose conciseness from blood loss.
"So sorry boys," Moriarty said "I really hate to kill you right now. After all you were so much fun."
"John! John! John…stay with me. Please…please stay with me! John…" Sherlock whispered as he knelt next to him.
"Sherlock? Are you…are you there?" John asked in a whisper.
Sherlock reached out and took his hand.
"I'm here John."
John held onto Sherlock's hand.
"Are you okay Sherlock? He asked
Sherlock looked down at the blood on his shirt.
"I'm fine." He replied. He didn't want John to worry about him. "John…I… there's something I meant to tell you. Something I need to… John? Please… I…I love you."
John opened his eyes slightly and looked up at Sherlock.
"Sherlock Holmes, I…" His voice drifted off. His eyes closed.
"John! John! Please!" Sherlock cried as John's body went limp.
With the last of his strength he lifted himself up and gently kissed John's lips before falling back onto to ground.