A/N The final score is Johnarty-9 Johnlock-4. So the official ending is for Moriarty ^_^. For those who wanted it I'm going to post the ending I had planned for Johnlock. It'll be on our page under The Closet: Alternate Endings. Notice that its endings, plural. One of the reviews gave me an idea….–Lyn

John sat there, waiting for Sherlock to speak. Finally the detective sighed.

"You really love him don't you?" John looked at Sherlock sharply.

"Excuse me?"

"You keep looking at the door and your leg is bouncing up and down as though you want to jump up and run out the door. You're wearing his shirt and the fact that you haven't noticed yet says that this has happened multiple times before. Every time I mention Moriarty your pupils dilate and I can smell you sweating more and more the longer we sit here, obviously uncomfortable with not knowing where he is." John sat stiffly for a second before he slumped.

"Yes… I suppose I am in love with him." He whispered, voicing the words for the first time. Sherlock nodded.

"So you've made your decision." He said, and it wasn't a question. John nodded unnecessarily and Sherlock sighed.

"I see you were at the Palace with Mycroft." Sherlock added after a second.

"How?" John asked simply, already used to the feats and in need of a momentary distraction.

"He called me."

"Oh…" John had been hoping for something a little more… Sherlock-y. Sherlock set his violin off the side and leaned forward, folded his hands together and placed his elbows on his knees.

"I know where he is." The consulting detective said after a second.

"Where is he?" John shouted, jumping to his feet. Sherlock looked at him calmly. If there had been any doubt in his mind it had just been erased by John's reaction.

"At Sarah's, trying to find you. He has all his feelers out and they all call to check in periodically but he stays at Sarah's in case you go to her."

"Wait, why is he at Sarah's? Is she safe?"

"Quite, they are longtime friends after all. Although Sarah tries to keep that fact on the down-low." Before he had finished speaking John was out the door, his coat forgotten on the back of the couch. Sherlock sighed and picked up his violin before starting Moonlight Sonata. Somewhere in the first few measures however it morphed into a completely different song, a sadder, almost sorrowful song that had never been written down and would most likely never be played again. For the deep hopelessness and utter defeat needed to create such a sound was not often reached and when it was it was normally right before a suicide so many who reached such a state were not thinking of picking up a violin and playing. But if they all did, I'm sure they would all sound exactly as Sherlock sounded as he poured his emotions and loss into the notes. Even at this early of a stage in the loss, it was obvious that Sherlock would never be the same.

John snuck into the flat to see Moriarty pacing the room and yelling into his phone. Sarah hovered near-by attempting to put a cup of tea in his hand to calm him but he refused, giving a dismissive gesture.

"DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU CAN'T FIND HIM LOOK HARDER!" He hung up and then his phone immediately started 'Staying Alive' by the Bee Gees. He answered and the look of sheer rage on his face couldn't get any more scary or twisted.

"Say that again." He said softly, but both John and Sarah knew better than to mistake the softness for anything other than fighting for control. "SAY THAT AGAIN!" A pause. "NO! DO NOT GIVE ME EXCUSES!" Sarah looked up and saw John and her eyes widened. John placed a finger to his lips and she nodded with a coy grin. She knew what he was up to. She tilted her head toward the couch and John silently went to it but didn't sit down. He was right behind his lover now and still his presence was undetected. Sarah handed him Moriarty's tea and they smiled at each other, knowing what they were thinking.

"I DON'T CARE! THIS IS YOUR TOP PRIORITY! FIND HIM! And if he is even scratched I will skin you alive and use it as a blanket. I will rip your teeth from skull and use them as dice. I will rip every single hair from your body and use it to stuff a pillow. I will scoop your eyes out and keep them in my freezer, just because. If you do not bring him back, whole and unharmed I will slice your tongue off and feed it to you. I will do all this and more." He promised, his voice dropping lower and lower until by the time he hung up it was just a growl. John took a sip of the tea as his lover hung up. Moriarty ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

"You really should drink this. It's rather good." Moriarty whirled around to face the level-headed man in front of him. Sarah snatched the tea cup away just in time for an imminent spill to be avoided when Moriarty pulled John to him.

"John… where were you?"

"Did you check her closet?" Moriarty pulled John a little tighter and chuckled which was slightly awkward as he had his face buried in the shorter man's neck.

"You had me worried." Moriarty said after a moment.

"I know… I've made my decision."

"I know… you should go to him… he may miss you." The criminal reluctantly stepped away and gave a sad smile.

"But I didn't choose him." Moriarty's smile grew warmer, hopeful and John took the tea back from Sarah. He took a sip and looked coolly at Moriarty as the taller man worked through it. Suddenly Moriarty grabbed him and scooped him into his arms princess style.

"Sarah, I'm taking this." He said as he carried John out.