Hi lovelies! Just wanted to rip your hearts out real quick. :)

"Sorry boys! I'm sooooo... changeable. It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't. I would try to convince you, but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind."

Sherlock looks to John, asking without words if he'd be willing to die with him. As always, Sherlock gets an 'I trust you' from John.

"Probably my answer has crossed yours." Sherlock spins around and points his gun at Moriarty's head, then slowly lowers it to point at the lump of Semtex on the tile floor.

*ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive. Stayin' alive.* "Do you mind if I get that?" Jim asks after it rings a little.

"Oh no, please. You've got the rest of your life."

Jim does so. "Hello? ... Yes of course it is. What do you want? ... SAY THAT AGAIN! Say that again and know that if you are lying to me, I will find you, and I will sssssssskinnn you. ... Wait.

Sorry. Wrong day to die."

"No. Did you get a better offer?"

"You'll be hearing from me, Sherlock. ...

So if you have what you say you have, I will make you rich. If you don't, I'll make you into shoes. ..."

And Jim snaps his fingers. With that, what the snipers should have done, what they were trained to do is pack up and leave.

But it only takes one mistake.

The newbie of them all 'slips' and fires one bullet directly into Sherlock's chest. As he keels over, the others jump into action. John leaps onto Sherlock, and into the water. Then the Semtex goes off. Bits of rubble begin to fall onto the water. The shooting stops. John Watson taks an even tighter hold onto his friend, kicks off the bottom and up out of the water. He manages to get out even with, he notes, a shot in his right leg. Everything around them is burned. He sees Jim Moriarty lying dead, his signature smrk still on what's left of his face. John kicks on his back, holding onto Sherlock's arms. He makes it up to the steps and drags his friend out of the water. No pulse. He knows why, he can see several shots at his vital organs because his jacket has floated away. John then leans over Sherlock, whispers in his her a few words, and begins sobbing.

Because no one but him will ever hear those two words spoken in that moment, words he means with his whole being.

"Thank you Sherlock."