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Westminister Abbey

The first thing that Sherlock noticed was the smell. Church always had a unique smell to it. Sherlock always found it annoying. The smell would cloud his mind, not allowing him to think. Once he told this to John, his reply was that it was god's way of telling his mind to shut up.

It wasn't until he opened his eyes he found out the certain church he was in. Sherlock was sitting on the first bench, over to his right was John, and to his left was Mycroft. Neither were tied up, nor was Sherlock.

When all three were awake, but before they had time to talk to one another, Jim came out. He was sporting a suit, as usual. But Sherlock could tell why they were there, Jim was the groom, of course he had to wear a suit.

"Elizabeth wanted a small wedding. Nothing fancy," Jim's voice bounced off the walls, "but I wanted something that we could all remember. So like a couple should we met half way."

He walked down the steps towards a podium that stood in front of the benches. "We invited a select few to come but told the whole world were doing it!" He smiled, proud of the idea.

"Do you have a bloody clue what you're doing!" John yelled. His furry was obvious as his face turned red.

Jim sighed, "Sherlock you should really get him a muzzle." He sounded annoyed, but his expression changed to a smile. "But its too late for that now. The wedding is about to start. Please no interruptions."

Sherlock looked down, just as he expected there were single red dots on all three of their chests. Reminding them they were hostages. Looking up he followed Jim's gaze. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, Mycroft catching it and doing so as well. John quick to follow.

There at the entrance of the church was Elizabeth. Her hair and makeup all redone, washing away the memory of her little insanity act in Scotland Yard. But the small line of mud was still stuck on the bottom of her dress. She smiled over at Jim, Sherlock didn't have to look, he knew Jim was smiling back. The whole thing made Sherlock sick to his stomach.

Elizabeth walked up the aisle alone, each step echoing as the whole building was silent. He noticed the red and blue flashes behind her. The police was most likely surrounding the place. If they came in Jim would let his snipers kill the three men, Sherlock just wished Greg was smart enough to know that.

"You look beautiful." Jim smiled as he took Elizabeths hand. Sherlock could see her cheeks turn a slight pink colour at Jim's statement.

As the ceremony began he tried to think of a way out. He knew there was a possibility that they would let them go afterwards, but it was more probable that they would kill them instead. Three kills for a wedding present? Something a psychopath would enjoy thats for sure. They may even use the same knife to cut the cake.

He could piss them off. Point out the mud on Elizabeths dress or tell her she could do better. But it was a lie, she and Jim were too much alike. That and he'd most likely provoke her to kill at least one of them. His ideas were interrupted by Jim starting his vows.

"Elizabeth, we've been together for quite some time now." Sherlock noticed the way she beamed when Jim spoke.

"And you've helped my business and I grow." He looked over at Jim, noticing something. It was barely there, if you weren't looking for it you wouldn't notice. But that's Sherlock's specialty.

"But you're nothing like me."

He watched as Elizabeth's smile dropped. It was a gun, Jim had a gun in the inside of his jacket pocket. Why would he have a gun? He had three snipers waiting for his word. No, he wanted to kill someone personally. To make the kill mean so much more then a simple snipe. That's when Sherlock registered what Jim was saying.

"You see no ones like me. Yes you're twisted and smart, but underneath that you're normal. You fell in love with me just like a regular woman would."

Sherlock saw the panic in Elizabeths eyes. She knew what was coming just like he did.

Jim moved to face him, "YOU SEE!" He took out the gun, aiming it at Elizabeth so she wouldn't try to take him down.

"NO ONE IS LIKE ME! NOT YOU! OR HER!" He yelled, eyes locked on Sherlock.

Jim moved his head slowly, looking over at Elizabeth.

"Jim." She let out. It was proof, that one word. She begged him to stop, to put the gun down and continue the ceremony like this never happened. All in one word. She wasn't like Jim, he was right. Jim would never beg, he proved that on top of St. Bart's. He welcomed death when she feared it.

"Bye darling." Jim spoke with no remorse in his tone as he pulled the trigger. Sherlock watched Elizabeth fall.

Jim's eyes lingered over her for a moment. Clapping his hands he got the three men's attention, "Well that was a wedding to remember. I better be off, I have a whole honeymoon to cancel." He placed the gun back in his pocket and walked off from where he came.

As soon as the red dots disappeared Sherlock ran over to Elizabeth. Her hair fell over her face as she was lying on her side. "John help me." He muttered, noticing that both John and his brother didn't move from their seats. "John!"

"I can't help Sherlock." John tried to speak calmly.

"You're a doctor John of course you can help!"

"SHE'S DEAD SHERLOCK!" John yelled back.

Sherlock looked over at John, the paramedics ran in with Greg leading them. "Everyone all right?" He asked, not noticing the body until he was standing next to John's bench. "Oh no."

Mycroft got up and walked over to the exit without a word.

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Jim walked along the streets three blocks from the church when Sebastian came running after him.

"YOU BASTARD!" He yelled as he pinned Jim against a store. His face was red with anger as he pounded on the brick wall. "WHY'D YOU HAVE TO KILL HER? WHY!"

Jim smiled, "Oh Seb. Got a little attached to her didn't you."

"She was like a sister to me."

"Well know she can be a like a dead sister to you."

"Don't… don't you dare." Sebastian warned. His eyes pierced through Jim's.

Then a sound of a gun's safety being pulled came from behind him.

Sebastian straightened up, letting Jim go as he took two slow steps away from him. One of the two snipers had him at gun point. "You seem to forget you're not my only assassin here Seb." Jim spoke as he fixed his suit.

He walked over to Sebastian and patted him on the shoulder, "Come on, buck up. She was only a girl."

THE END

Might make an epilogue for Jim, not sure yet. But basically there you have it.

Thank you all for reading and giving me feed back, if it wasn't for you guys I would have never finished. I'm so happy to finish my first fanfic and I'm glad you all liked it.

Haven't started on a new one but I got some ideas :)