*Adeline's POV*

We were back in Hickman's gallery. No one had found the Golem's body so I guess he ended up okay. Sherlock and I were both stood in front of the Vermeer painting. It was a fake but how was it a fake? What was wrong with it?

I turned around as the pink phone rang, Sherlock put it on speaker as he pressed the little green button. "It's a fake, that's why Woodbridge and Cairns were killed." Sherlock said into the phone. There was no reply, other than the sound of distant breathing.

"Oh come on! The painting is a fake, proving it is just the detail. The painting is a fake! That's the answer, that's why they were killed! I solved the case!" He shouted into the phone but the victim remained silent, "Okay I'll prove it, just give me time."

He handed me the phone and a small boys voice echoedinto my ears, "Ten.." He trailed off.

"Is Sherlock allowed help?" I asked.

"From you? No, nine..." The boy said.

Sherlock stared at the Vermeer, "It's a kid, oh God it's a kid." Lestrade sighed.

My mind searched from the answer. The Planetarium was all about this creation, Woodbridge worked in the Planetarium so that's how he would have known. What have I missed? What is started me in the face that I've missed.

"Four..."The boy sobbed slightly, "Three!"

The Van Buren SuperNova!

I was about to say it when I realised i wasn't allowed to help him. Sherlock caught on when they boy got to two. "That's brilliant, that's beautiful!" He shouted.

"Sherlock!" John snapped.

"Two..." The boy said.

"The Van buren Supernova!" Sherlock screamed, grabbing the phone from my hands.

It took a few seconds but eventually the boy replied, "Please, Is somebody there?"

Sherlock handed Lestrade the pink phone, "Here you go, track it down, find him."

We explained the supernova to everyone but Lestrade who was already on his way to pick the boy up before heading to Joe Harrison's flat. Joe Harrison is the brother of West's fiancee. We had came to the colclussion that the plans were still in the country, Mycroft's people would have been informed if they had left.

"Joe Harrison stole the memory stick; killed his prospective brother-in-law." Sherlock explained, inspecting the windowsill only to find spots of red blood.

"Then why'd he do it?" John frowned, Straightening up as someone unlocked the front door.

"Let's ask him." I grinned. John went and delt with him and after a minute or so both John and Joe were sitting on the sofa opposite Sherlock and I.

"It wasn't meant to ..." Joe trailed off, I rolled my eyes, "God. What's Lucy gonna say? Jesus, It was an accident, I swear it was!"

"But stealing the plans for the missile defence programme wasn't an accident, was it?" Sherlock snorted slightly.

"I started dealing drugs. I mean, the bike thing's a great cover, right? I dunno – I dunno how it started; I just got out of my depth. I owed people thousands – serious people. Then at Westie's engagement do, he starts talking about his job. I mean, usually he's so careful; but that night after a few pints he really opened up. He told me about these missile plans – beyond top secret. He showed me the memory stick; he waved it in front of me. You hear about these things getting lost, ending up on rubbish tips and what-not. And there it was, and I thought ... well, I thought it could be worth a fortune. It was pretty easy to get the thing off him, he was so plastered. Next time I saw him, I could tell by the look on his face that he knew." Joe explained, occasionally rubbing his hand over his face.

"What happened?" John asked.

"I was gonna call an ambulance, but it was too late, he was already out the window. I just didn't have a clue what to do, so I dragged him in 'ere, and I just sat in the dark, thinking." Joe said.

"When a neat little idea popped into your head." I cut him off.

"Carrying Andrew West way away from here. His body would have gone on for ages if the train hadn't met a stretch of track that curved." Sherlock said, then finishing my sentence. It is not a competition, it is not a competition, it is not a competition but oh my god stop finishing my sentences.

"D'you still have it, then? The memory stick?" John asked, Joe nodded.

"Fetch it for me – if you wouldn't mind. Sherlock said, "Distraction over, the game continues." he whispered.

"Well, maybe that's over, too. We've heard nothing from the bomber." John said.

"Five pips, remember, John? It's a countdown. We've only had four." I pointed out.

- We all sat in Sherlock and John's apartment. We were all still in our coats because the windows hadn't been replaced. Jeremy Kyle was showing on the TV, it was a stupid show, of course he wasn't the boys father. The turn ups on his jeans show that much. John explained to us that he wouldn't be here for tea since he was going to Sarah's, I think that's what he said anyway. I only tuned into the conversation when Sherlock agreed to actually go shopping, he was up to something.

After a few minutes Sherlock stood up, "Where are you going?" I frowned.

"Shopping." He smirked before jogging out of the apartment.

About four minutes later I left the house and followed Sherlock, I had installed a GPS into his phone so he was simple enough to find. I followed him to the pool where Carl Powers died, two guns placed firmly in the waistband of my black jeans. This was it, this was where he was going to meet the man they had spoken about, the one blowing all the pips, Moriarty. They were going to have guns all over the place, Moriarty wasn't stupid if he was meeting someone here he'd have back up.

I flipped my fringe down to cover my face and ran upstairs completely undetected by Sherlock. I snuck behind one of the few snipers and quietly whipped my hand around his mouth. He didn't make a sound, he saw my face and immediately stepped back. The good thing about me, was that I had something better than a homeless network.

I sat between to of the rifles and watched as John walked into the pool. He had a bomb strapped to him. My breathing got a tad heavier but I stayed where I was, watching the scene play out. I had a thing fo observing, I'd rather not get my hands dirty.

I watched Sherlock and John talk to each other, only properly listening to their words when i heard Sherlock say "Who are you?"

"I gave you my number." A voice said from behind closed doors.

I almost choked at the familiarity of the voice. My suspisions doubled when I saw his face.

"I thought you might call." He said, "Is that British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket ...or are you just pleased to see me?"
Sherlock pulled the gun out off his pocket and aimed it at Moriarty.

"Both." Sherlock said threateningly.

"Jim Moriarty. Hi!" He said, smiling widely, "Jim? Jim from the hospital?"

Sherlock lifted his other hand to support the pistol, Jim bit his lip slightly. He was disappointed. I would be to if I was him, Sherlock was showing that he was vulnerable. Stupid move.

"Oh. Did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then, I suppose, that was rather the point." Jim said, shrugging slightly.
I spun around when a laser light flickered on John's chest, tip toeing over to the sniper, "Shoot and i will kill your whole family." I spat.

"Don't be silly. Someone else is holding the rifle. I don't like getting my hands dirty." Moriarty smiled slightly, stopping at the corner of the pool, "I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world. I'm a specialist, you see ... Like you!"

Sherlock's head snapped up as if he had just realised what Jim was talking about, "Dear Jim. Please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lover's nasty sister?" Sherlock quoted, "Dear Jim. Please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America?"

"Just so." Moriarty grinned.

"Consulting criminal." Sherlock said softly, "Brilliant."
I smiled, Well done Sherly.

"Isn't it? No-one ever gets to me – and no-one ever will." Jim boasted.

"I did." Sherlock said, cocking the pistol.

"You've come the closest. Now you're in my way." Moriarty threatened, I took my guns out of the waist band of my jeans.

"Thank you." Sherlock said simply.

"Didn't mean it as a compliment." Jim tilted his head.

"Yes you did." Sherlock smirked.

Jim shrugged slightly, "Yeah, okay, I did. But the flirting's over, Sherlock ...Daddy's had enough now!" He sung the last bart of his sentence, "I\'ve shown you what I can do. I cut loose all those people, all those little problems, even thirty million quid just to get you to come out and play, "So take this as a friendly warning, my dear. Back off."

I looked over at John, he was staying quiet, watching it all happen before him. The guns were still held firmly in my hands.

"Although I have loved this – this little game of ours. Playing Jim from I.T. Playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?" Jim smiled.

"People have died." Sherlock sighed. When did he start caring about people?

"That's what people DO!" Jim screamed violently.

"I will stop you." Sherlock said, he spoke softly but I could feel the determination he had.

"No you won't." Jim said, his personality snapping back staright away.

Sherlock looked towrds John, "You all right?"

"You can talk, Johnny-boy. Go ahead." Jimeased, I growled slightly.

Sherlock held the memory stick out to Jim, finally, the reason we're here, "Take it." He said.

"Huh? Oh! That!" Jim grinned, strolling past John and taking the plans from Shelock's hands.

"The missile plans!" Jim kissed the plans slightly, I frowned when i noticed John murmering to himself but ignored it.
"Boring!" Jim sung, "I could have got them anywhere." He tossed the stick into the pool.
I jumped slightly when John ran forward and slammed himself up against Jim's back, wrapping one arm around his nec and the other around his chest, "Sherlock run!" He shouted. Silly John, Silly silly John.

Jim laughed slightly. "Good! Very good."

I held both of my silver guns out, pointing them towards the snipers' heads as a warning to them.
"If your sniper pulls that trigger, Mr. Moriarty, then we both go up." John threatened.

Jim smiled calmly, "Isn't he sweet? I can see why you like having him around. But then people do get so sentimental about their pets. They're so touchingly loyal. But, oops!" He paused, briefly chuckling when the sniper I had tried to suffocate aimed at Sherlock. John let go and stepped back. I kept my guns pointed straight at the snipers' heads.

"D'you know what happens if you don't leave me alone, Sherlock, to you?" Jim asked, straightening out his blazer.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, boredom clear in his facial expression, "Oh, let me guess: I get killed."

Jim grimaced, "Kill you? N-no, don't be obvious. I mean, I'm gonna kill you anyway some day. I don't wanna rush it, though. I'm saving it up for something special. No-no-no-no-no. If you don't stop prying, I'll burn you."
"I'll burn the heart out of you." He said after looking Sherlock up and down.

"I have been reliably informed that I don't have one." Sherlock said softly.

"But we both know that's not quite true." Jim said.
I gotta admit, Moriarty is clever, from what he's shown us he can do whatever he wants. And he's already gotten the better of Sherlock.

"Well, I'd better be off." Jim nodded, one corner of his mouth tilting upwards as he looked around the room, probably looking for an exit route, "Well, so nice to have had a proper chat."

Sherlock aimed futher at Jim's head, "What if I was to shoot you -right now?" He asked.

Jim stared staight at him, "Then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face." He opened his eyes and mouth wide to show an over exaggerated surprised face, kind of like the surprised emojis on facebook, "'Cause I'd be surprised, Sherlock; really I would.", he scrunched his nose up, "And just a teensy bit disappointed."

Jim Moriarty slowly walked away, "Cia, Sherlock Holmes." he said, walking through the doors.

"Catch ... you ... later." Sherlock said, following him to the doors to keep him in his sights.

"No you won't!" Jim sumg from behind closed doors.

About 10 seconds later Sherlock knelt down beside John, taking the vest that the bomb was attatched to off him and throwing it across the floor.

"Are you all right?" Sherlock asked desperately.

"Yeah-yeah, I'm fine." John nodded, "I'm fine."

Something was wrong. Of course Sherlock and John thought it was okay now but something was very wrong. The snipers were both staying perfectly still. I straightened up from my crouched position but kept both pistols pointed at their heads. When I looked back down at John and Sherlock, Sherlock was scratching the back off his head with a loaded gun and John was breathing deeply.

"That, er ... thing that you, er, that you did; that, um ...," Sherlock paused and cleared his throat awkwardly,"... you offered to do. That was, um ... good."

John giggled slightly, not meeting Sherlock's gaze. "I'm glad no-one saw that.", Sherlcok gave him a questioning look "You, ripping my clothes off im a darkening swimming pool, people might talk."

They looked at each other and snorted slightly, I frowned when John's face suddenly filled with horror only to see that the sniper on my left was aiming at him again.
Near the deep end of the pool, a door opened and Jim clapped his hands together, turning to face the boys.

"Sorry, boys! I'm soooooo changeable!" He shouted, John grimaced, "It is a weakness with me but, to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness."

I cocked both my guns and stood up, breathing heavily. "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!" Jim shouted.

" Probably my answer has crossed yours." Sherlock said, aiming the gun at the bomb he had previously slid across the floor.

I closed my eyes and shot both snipers in the head, flicking on the upstairs lightly so they could see me, I smirked at the look of surprise on all 3 of their faces.

"It's been good watching this play out but I'm afraid non of us are going to die. Leave Moriarty, Leave now." I threatened, he grinned slightly.

"Oh how I have missed you, Bethany."

Authors Notes: What? Who's Bethany? But her name is Adeline!
I guess we'll find out who she is in the next chapter *cheeky grin*, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm not sure when chapter four will be up but you can bookmark/give kudos to this fanfiction to be informed when a new chapter is uploaded. (Im practically begging you). Hope you enjoyed this, let me know in the comments because I really need your help with a sub-plot! Would you guys prefer some John!Lock or some Adeline/Sherlock? Let me know! Also I used a transcript and edited it for this chapter so if you want the link to the transcript it's this: .