Chapter 7

Toby had led us to an abandoned warehouse. He stood at a nearby entrance. When we finally reached him, Sherlock scratched the dog's head.

"Good boy," He said. The dog exhausted, sat down. Before opening the nearby door, Sherlock turned and looked at me.

"Gun read?" He asked. I nodded in reply.

"Good. You might need it," He said. Sherlock opened the door slightly, and peeked through. He then quietly walked in the building. I followed behind. Luckily, some boxes hid us from view. We stuck our heads out to see what was happening. I saw a man standing in front of, Jenny! She seemed to be alright, even considering the circumstances. The man seemed to be interrogating her, but then laughed and turned around. We hid.

"Are you going to come out and play Sherlock?"

"Depends. What are the rules?" Sherlock asked.

"Johnny boy can play too. That is, if he wants to." I stared at Sherlock. What was he playing at? Sherlock then walked out, and exposed himself. What was he doing?! The idiot.

"Did John go home?" He said with a grin.

"Let her go," Sherlock said.

"This is between us." Sherlock declared.

"So you do have a heart," The man said while looking at Sherlock, then to Jenny.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sherlock said with an expressionless face. Jenny was surprised he could be so cold.

"Course you do." Sherlock turned his head.

"Enough chatter. John you can come out," The man teased. Reluctantly, I came out from 'hiding'.

"Shouldn't Jenny leave? She's too young to hear us chat," Sherlock said while glaring at him.

"As true as that is, she's staying here."

"I believe that's highly illogical," Jenny said. I looked at her, and she saw me. Jenny winked.

"I agree," I said. Sherlock turned his head as his eyes met mine. All of a sudden Jenny had worked her way out of the handcuffs. There was a clink of metal as they hit the floor. I pulled my gun out, and aimed it at Moriarty. He laughed. I gritted my teeth as I was about to pull the trigger. Just then, he revealed a gun. I froze.

Then Jenny attacked him, and had gotten the control of the gun. Sherlock and I came to help her.

"Nice job," Sherlock commented. Jenny grinned. She then got the cuffs lying nearby.

"I believe these belong to you," She said, while putting them on him.

"I think he'll look great in orange, what do you think?" Sherlock asked. Moriarty rolled his eyes.

"If one of you have a phone, you can call the police and tell them, that they're missing a criminal," Jenny said.

"John," Sherlock began to say.

"On it," I said as I dialed the number. Lestrade had arrived along with other officers. They had come into the warehouse and took our friend outside by the police cars.

"James Moriarty, you're under arrest for murder, kidnapping, and other criminal chargers," Lestrade said as he slammed Moriarty into the car, in an attempt to put him in the backseat.

"Oops, sorry. I though the door was opened," Lestrade said sarcastically.

"This won't be the end of it, Sherlock!" Moriarty shouted, as he was shoved into the car. Sherlock simply waved.

"Send me a postcard!" Sherlock yelled back.

"How long do you think till he gets out?" I asked.

"Five days, a week tops," Sherlock and Jenny said simultaneously. I laughed. Just then, Toby came up to Jenny. She petted him. James sneaked up behind her and hugged his sister.

"You're alive!" He shouted so loud the heavens could have heard.

"Perfectly sound analysis, but could you please stop? I can't breathe," Jenny said to her brother. He released his firm grip.

"Sorry, just, uh nerves," He managed to say.

"Obviously," Jenny said. They began to laugh. I joined in, Sherlock even started too. By then, Mycroft had creeped up behind his younger brother. Sherlock saw him, then Sherlock looked back to me. We laughed until we cried as Mycroft rolled his eyes.

"Just for once, will you two act like grown ups?" He said annoyed.

Oh how I wish it ended that way….