A while later Sherlock's chest started to hurt. He clutched his chest, while his breathing was shallow and quick. Moriarty smiled to himself. He made eye contact with Sherlock and pretended to be worried. He asked, "Are you alright, my dear?" "Wh-what have you done to me?" He questioned in horror, realising he done something to him. "Me? I haven't done anything. All I did was kiss you to get poison in your bloodstream." Jim was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. "What poison? Tell me! I can get my brother to give you anything you want!" Sherlock started to panic, he didn't want to die by Moriarty's hand. Moriarty laughed. "Oh honey, the Iceman can't give me anything I want, as I already have wealth and power. No, no, no sweetie. What I want is to finish the great game." "Burn the heart out of you..." Sherlock whispered to himself. "Literary. You put poison on your lips and then kissed me to get the poison in my bloodstream without me knowing and when you made tea you slipped in the antidote in your cup. The poison is literary going to burn my heart out." Sherlock paused and then muttered under his breath, "Neat." Sherlock had to be honest that it was brilliant and unexpected. "Fantastic deduction Sherly. Well done, for that I will reward you with me. The last person you will last see." He grinned manically. "No, I can just call Mycroft and he'll get the antidote within a few minutes." "Sorry, but that isn't possible as I made the poison personally, just for you." He winked. Sherlock tried to stand up but didn't realise he was really weak until he was on his back staring at the ceiling. Moriarty giggled. "You have about 10-15 minutes until your heart is burned out. Oh and I added a slight bit of paralyse to it. So if you can't move you know why." Sorry some of the chapters are short. It just depends what mood I'm in and when I'm feeling Imaginative lol. Thanks for reading, and please review. I would like to know what you all think of my story :-)