Santiago felt the impact on his chest and when he looked down; he saw the large blood stain expanding through his polo shirt. "Shit!" he muttered and then turned to see Valentina who was pale and still in shock as she touched one of the drops of blood that had splattered on her face. She opened her mouth to say something, but immediately Santiago collapsed and felt back.

"Say your prayers, loves." Victor simply recommended as he chose his next victim.

"John. This is it." Mary didn't sound frightened or dramatic. She simply stated a fact. John sat on the edge of her bed and took her hand between his hands before kissing it delicately.

"I wish I was as strong as you, dear." John whispered, feeling his voice cracking.

"I won't lie. I did want that fluffy enormous wedding that you promised." Mary's eyes are filled with tiny tears. "But we are here together. At the end, that's what really matters."

John wants to say something eloquent, something that sounds relevant and solemn, but the words escape his mind. Mary's right after all. They are there, together. There are no words for expressing how much does that means. Silence says it all.

John gives Sherlock a quiet look. He seems shocked. John gives him an encouraging nod and Sherlock responds with a grin. John thanks God that Sherlock is there as well. Sadly, he always had imagined they were going to die this way. Together, at the end of another great adventure.

He turns back to Mary and embraces her tightly. He kisses her temple and closes his eyes, waiting for the end. Mary's tears wet his shirt.

"No…no…no…" Valentina was in complete shock. She clumsily pressed her hand against Santiago's wound, but after hearing him squirming in pain, she took her hand away and brushed her hair again, leaving a trace of his blood on her face.

She had never been a delicate girl. Once, her mother attacked her with a knife on one of her hysteric attacks and she had to suture herself. She doesn't fear blood.

This time was different. She kneeled near Santiago and delicately took his head and arranged it to rest on her lap. He's pale now and his blue eyes were barely open. When he saw her, he smiled weakly.

"You've got a little bit of blood on your face." He joked as he tried to reach for her face. Instinctively, she guided his hand to her check and caresses it.

"You've got a little bit too on your shirt." Valentina tried to giggle, but the sound comes out a little bit hysterical and she regrets immediately.

"You'll be fine, baby doll. That man over there cares a lot about you." Santiago's face was now severe as he tries to point at Sherlock and Valentina felt the tears stinging her eyes. "He'll take care of you."

A tear escaped her eye and landed on his neck. Valentina was a little irritated with herself. After holding back the tears during seventeen years, she seems unable to stop crying today.

"I want you taking care of me." She confesses on a low voice, strangely kind and soft.

"I know." He flinched in pain and she sobbed. Santiago tried to stop a tear from her face. "Hey, I love you."

"You shouldn't love me. If you didn't, you wouldn't be hurt now." Valentina is now crying openly and small sobs shake her body. "I can't love you back, you know."

"You can. That's why you're crying, silly." Santiago smiled sincerely and Valentina suddenly realized she can't live without that smile

"I must be an allergic reaction. Allergy to latex is extremely common and if untreated it can cause severe…" she started explaining and Santiago chuckled a bit but stopped when it started hurting too much.

"Stop it!" He orders gently and then adds with a grin "Promise you'll eat pizza like a normal human being and that…." The grin is gone and now there is just pure pain plastered on his face. "…I don't feel so well."

"John!" Valentina calls for the doctor and he stand up to help but Victor unlocked the gun and pointed at him as he denied with his head and john got back to his place.

"Hey…it's going to be okay." Santiago tried to remain strong, but he's quickly loosing strength. "Come here." He pulled her head down and smiled when he felt the taste of her warm breath caressing the corners of his mouth. Valentina finished the movement and placed a soft kiss on his mouth.

"Sherlock." Molly called him with a whisper. Sherlock's eyes were fixed on the ground and his back turned to her. She spoke louder this time as she pulled the sleeve of his coat to make him turn around. "Sherlock!"

"Sorry, lost track of my thoughts." He was as surprised as her to hear that phrase. Usually his mind palace was a calmed and very hygienic place, but ever since he let those annoying feelings in, he could barely find anything there. "It happens often when you're around." he confessed

Molly took that as a complement and sighted as she shook her head. "Okay, say it."

"Excuse me?" Sherlock finally snapped out of his thoughts, trying to analyze her behavior.

"Say whatever is crossing that brilliant and neurotic mind of yours…" She grinned as she crossed her arms around her chest in resignation.

"I think our last words to each other should be more…significant." Sherlock was surprised by his emotional reaction, but over the years he had certainly accumulated lots of important observations and conclusions (some as trivial as how good she looked on May 23, 2007 or how she should smile more often) and he felt the strange need to share them

"Come on, this is your last chance to show off." Molly knew that a part of her just wanted to busrt out on 'I love you' s and cute things like that, but her other part still held the hope there was something more for them than dying there that day.

Sherlock seemed relieved.

"When I was in the cab, I texted Mycroft with a series of brilliant conclusions and clues…he just texted back I got it cover." Sherlock then grinned sarcastically. "Of course, he had no idea we would be held hostage by a crazy criminal who has a Goliat complex and…"

Sherlock kept talking, but Molly wasn't listening to him. She had just remembered something. Specifically, she had remembered where he had seen the cab driver before. He had seen him at Sherlock's "funeral".

It was raining that day and the man was holding an umbrella for…Mycroft Holmes.

Molly slipped her hand into the coat the driver had given her and she found exactly what she was looking for. A little smile played on her lips as she closed her hand around the object.

"So…who wants to go first?" Victor interrupted the whispered conversations with a bored expression. "We ain't got all day."

"I will be first." Sherlock step forward and molly let out a suffocated cry. Sherlock turned back to see her and smiled. Then he laid a soft kiss on her lips as he whispered "Forever yours, Molly Hooper."

Then he walked a few step forward and faced his eminent dead.

"I can go first, Sherlo…" John stood up, but Sherlock waved him off.

"No. It wouldn't be fair for Mary to take you away when you can still enjoy a few seconds together. Besides…I'm already dead." Sherlock explained with an strangely calmed voice.

He had been in this situation before. The difference was that on the roof, he knew his dead would finish it. This time, he couldn't save the ones he loved.

He looked at Valentina, who was covered on blood and tears. "Dead will be…" he started talking, but she nodded and completed it.

"…the greatest adventure."

With that, Sherlock closed his eyes and let go of his life.

The sound of a gunshot echoed through the deserted halls of the hospital. A deadly shot.

Cliff hanger! Sorry but I just got into med school and I have less time to update Luckily, I see many people linking and reviewing this story, so I feel very honored. Also I want to tell you there will only be 2 more chapters and on the last one I plan to include a little talk where Sherlock reveals what he would tell Molly as his last words. Would you like that? Tell me about it. Enjoy!