"No one ever gets to me." Moriarty said with a snarl, eyes narrowed in a childish but cold way. The Consulting Criminal looked up at Sherlock as the Detective held the gun at the vest rigged with explosives. "But you've come the closest...you can't be allowed to continue, you just can't."

Sherlock blinked, eyes flitting forward as he saw John grip the wall tightly, another red dot appeared in his own head. Sherlock growled out "But you said this was a game and I'm playing. You're turn is done, its mine now."

"Really?" The Criminal laughed, amber eyes widening as a full-hearted laugh racked his small body. "You think you can turn the tables that quickly?! I am disappointed Sherly. I truly am, I expected more from you than this."

"More?" Sherlock asked, eyes narrowing as a smirk crossed his face. He could work this situation. "Like what? What else could you possibly want from this? Here I am, in a situation that could kill us both and you have John right here. Anything else you would like to have?"

Moriarty grinned, eyes flashing with a childish glee as he laughed "Of course, there are so many more things. You show me your dragon form and I'll show you mine...and if you don't let's say that John will be plucked from the wreckage in burned pieces. So what do you say?"

Both Sherlock and John stopped, John in disbelief as Moriarty accused Sherlock of being part of an extinct species while Sherlock starred on his horror, he had always been so careful and now someone knew, even now he was being forced to change in front of thirty people, including snipers that could easily kill him. God, he was going to need a drink after this.

Sherlock cast one last glance at John and all it said was 'I'm sorry'.

John watched in horror as Sherlock crouched and arched his back in what appeared to be a painful way. The skin on Sherlock's began to redden as if burned as a muzzle began to tear free from his face, teeth sharpened. Wings tore from Sherlock's back, tearing the cloth of his white shirt and black blazer to shreds, a series of snapping followed as his ribs snapped out to make room for the growing body.

Moriarty clapped his hands to together in a childish glee as John watched on in horror. John watched as his friend's body disappeared through a mass of red scales and wings. Heat rolled off of the dragon in waves until he stood tall, amber eyes narrowed as small tendrils of flames twirled from its nostrils. Sherlock lowered his head until it was even with Moriarty, his forked tongue shot out and scented the air.

Moriarty laughed but then he stopped as Sherlock, his voice lowered than it already was if it was possible, snarled coldly "Well then, Jim, what happened to your tough exterior or did that all just melt away."

"Oh god," Moriarty laughed, a mocking tone in his cold voice as he continued on "I'm absolutely terrified. Might I say Sherlock, the cameras caught everything, imagine how you're going to be hunted being I've had them send the footage to the DEU. This is going to be fun."

Sherlock blinked, eyes widening but then he blinked. "Not if I set this place ablaze and now you're tempting me to do it."

"I wouldn't care." Moriarty replied with a shrug as he glanced at the sprinkler system overhead. "Besides, you could do anything you like. Our problem hasn't reached a head yet...but it will and very soon. You'll be hearing from me Sherlock."

The dragon snarled angrily, he stomped his paw into the floor, the tiles breaking under his weight until there was nothing left but earth beneath his paw. Sherlock twisted his body so he could get a good glance at John, who had wide eyes, they weren't wide in terror just shock. Sherlock blinked as if asking a question and the John nodded, a silent conversation. Suddenly Sherlock roared, a sound that broke glass, the dragon lashed his tail so the shards bounced harmlessly away from John. Moriarty slammed the door behind him as men began to fire on Sherlock but it was hopeless.

He spread his wings and they hit the ceiling but it wasn't a restraint though, John jumped onto one of the spikes on Sherlock's tail as he stood up on his back to paws so he would have a better hold when he climbed through the roof. Sherlock twisted his head and opened his jaws, flames leapt from his jaws and burned any man in their paths. Screams cut short as Sherlock took out supporting pillars with his back leg. John managed to climb to the spot where Sherlock's wings met.

The roar was deafening as Sherlock managed to climb out of the pool, wings spreading out behind him. Lights flickered on in flats as Sherlock's tail crashed through the building, making it collapse in on itself. Screams of people met the air as he took into the air, wings flaring out and catching an updraft from the flames behind him. John hung on, eyes wide in wonder as he fought the urge to look down, when his helicopter had been shot down it made him fear heights.

Sherlock flew higher into the air, he would get to the countryside before changing back, it was the safest way. He could always call Mycroft to escort a car. But back in the burning remains of the pool an expensive looking phone lay on the floor, the screen was cracked but no one could doubt it was Sherlock's being the lock screen was picture of John, Molly, Mycroft, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, and him at Christmas.

It was late in the night or early in the morning when Sherlock landed, John slid from Sherlock's back as his friend began to change. He stood, his shirt was torn in many places along with his trousers. Sherlock rolled his eyes but the Ex-Army Doctor handed his friend his coat. Sherlock accepted it and wrapped it around his shoulders.

"Not going to shoot me eh?" Sherlock asked with a chuckle while John blinked.

John shook his head after a few moments. "No, besides, if I wanted to I couldn't. I don't have a gun on me."

Sherlock grinned and rolled his shoulders. The dragon growled, eyes flicking back to amber as he released a breath of smoke. "That's good...you're the first person not to pull a gun and try to shoot me."

"What happened to them?"

"Didn't end well." Sherlock replied curtly with a nod. "Anyway, we're in Wales, Cardiff to be exact. Figures."

John chuckled. "Wanted to make an appearance on Doctor Who didn't we?"

"Maybe." Sherlock answered but then his smile fell as he said "We need to get back fast because if we're not and Lestrade finds us missing the same night that pool went up. We're in trouble."

Together the two took off running towards the train station, but somewhere in London a DEU member had picked up Sherlock's phone from the rubble. He narrowed his eyes in disgust and place it in a plastic bag before handing it off to evidence.