AN: It's been a while, apologies :( Heres hoping I can make it up to you with this crack at fanverse smashing. GO GADGET GO!
"Probably my answer has crossed yours."
In one swift motion Sherlock brings the gun around, aiming at the smiling devil with a defiant look in his eyes. The man doesn't even flinch, shoulders fully relaxed and his hands tucked into his neatly pressed Westwood trousers. Perhaps Moriarty thinks he is calling the bluff, or that the bomb is dud. Sherlock is anything but bluffing, with his exasperated flatmate - now poised for his next actions - a hostage just minutes ago. There is only one way to find out the latter.
Without delaying any longer, Sherlock flinches his eyes shut and presses down the trigger.
"What in God's name happened here?"
"Call the police immediately!"
"Sherlock? Oh my god, where the hell are his legs?"
