Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the Great Detective.

Author's Note: Sorry about the wait, I've been distracted by homework and real life for a while. But that's no excuse! This is the second to last chapter. Then you all get an epilogue. Thanks to all the reviewers, I hope you enjoy this!

Room 216/217

"Now to put our plan into action," Holmes smiled. "It's very simple. All we need to do is pit the two villains against each other. Now, I have two replacement guards for the other shift. They are a man and a woman, correct?"

George nodded. "Their names are Reggie and Lula. Victoria changed them early last year; they'll be sympathetic to your cause. They're married. Victoria and the Professor won't notice the difference; they hardly notice anything except their arguments."

Room 426

Reginald and Lula Crandall could feel the tension in the room.

Victoria hadn't spoke since the Professor made a comment about her hair being a liability. She twirled one of the coppery strands between her fingers. James always said that her hair was like a shiny new penny in the sun. He told her that it was his favorite and he never wanted her to change it. It's perfect the way it is. She could almost hear him whispering it in her ear.

The coffee table splintered under her wrath. "I don't care if my hair leads them to us until kingdom come! I will never change it," she hissed the last statement, crouching down.

Professor Moriarty turned slowly and cocked his head to the side. "Excuse me?"

"Never."

He raised an eyebrow. "I am willing to compromise on that point. However, I am not willing to compromise on any of the others."

"Taking over England is the worst idea that you've had yet. We need to start with something that isn't isolated by an ocean and the English Chanel!"

"That is the precise reason that we need to take England. It is strategically sound!"

"Bull!" she threw the table lamp. "I believe Alaska would be much more strategically sound! It's connected to a major continent, close to another! It's also remote and most of it can't be accessed without planes and/or rough terrain vehicles. It's perfect!"

Moriarty ground his teeth.

The clock chimed six. Reggie smiled at Lula as they left the room. The moment they left, he leaned over and kissed her. "That sure was some argument," he murmured into her hair. "And I thought your parents were bad!"

She playfully slapped his shoulder. "Don't go insulting the people who brought your true love into the world."

They turned, laughing, to see George and Simon standing a few feet away.

"George, Si! Great to see you guys," Reggie smiled. "Good luck in there, they're in some kinda mood!"

"Reginald, Lula, we have someone that you want to meet," George and Simone stepped to the side.

Two people stepped forward, hand in hand. "Hello," the man said. "My name is John and this is my wife, Mary. We've come to help you."

Room 426

"At the very least, agree with me on one thing," Victoria leapt over the wreckage of the coffee table.

George winced. He was crouching next to the rubble; sweeping it into a small trash can that Simon was holding. Simon was convinced that they knew. Somehow, something was giving them away. They knew.

"We do not need three hostages; of that much I am certain."

Simon almost choked. When he and George were changed, they had just finished basic training for the army. It was their duty to preserve life, not to watch it be ended.

"You two," Victoria snapped. "Go and get our prisoners!"

The Closet - Room 426

Edward looked up from his task. He had to hide Emily's cut before they took them out of the closet. The last of the fog in his mind was clearing, but not fast enough. Emily was still a little groggy from the loss of blood. Charlie had lost consciousness almost as soon as Edward bit into Emily's arm. Edward suspected that the chief didn't like the sight of blood.

Just as he tightened the strip of his shirt around Emily's wrist, the door flew open to reveal George. George looked and felt like he was going to throw up. He reached in, passed Edward to Simon and pulled Emily and Charlie forward.

"Here are the prisoners, ma'am," if he were still human, Simon's heart would have been beating out of his chest.

Victoria reached out and wrenched Edward from Simon's hands. "It's obvious that we need to keep this one. The father and the wolf's bitch don't matter."

"On the contrary," the Professor said smoothly. "I believe that we should keep Chief Swann and the girl. That way we have sway with both the vampires and the wolves. It makes perfect sense," he took Emily and Charlie from George. "Besides, I have the final say."

"The hell you do," Victoria snarled, digging her fingernails into Edward's arm. "I need him to exact my revenge. Without him," she dug her nails in further. "This entire operation is lost!"

Edward let out an involuntary whimper of pain. She threw him against the concrete-enforced outer wall. "Shut up you pathetic bitch! You're not even half the man that my James was," she screeched. "Not even a third! You deserve to watch your precious Bella die, writhing in agony, while you watch. Helpless as I was to help the one that I loved." The skin around her crimson eyes was turning red as if she was going to cry. "I can't even weep for him," she snarled, crouching like a cat. "And you won't be able to weep for the one that you love, either," she lunged forward, teeth barred.

He met her attack with one just as vicious. Within seconds, it looked as if he was going to win.

"Not now, Edward," Professor Moriarty snapped his fingers, stopping the fight dead in its tracks. "No, I still need Victoria. I need her and her troops. Speaking of," he turned his eyes to Simon and George. "You two need to clean up after my mistake. Please take Chief Swan and the girl to the roof and drown them in the pool. No one will be there. I have also arranged for a spot in the incinerator for Mr. Cullen. Now go."

Simon puffed out his chest, imitating his drill sergeant. "I don't think so, sir."

"What did you say?"

"You're freakin' nuts, do you know that," Simon continued. "So listen, my friend and I are not going to follow your orders anymore."

George crossed his arms. "You've lost your army, Professor. Mr. Holmes is downstairs right now, speaking to the rest of us. We don't want to serve you. And you know what, I can say that. If you stop holding Victoria and Edward in place, they'll kill each other. And without your powers you're nothing but a sad old man with an outdated vendetta."

The Professor growled and sprang forward, only to be stopped by Mr. Holmes' arm. "Tsk, tsk, Professor. You're getting sloppy in your old age," he pushed Moriarty to the floor. "It's time to put a stop to your plans."