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13 – Dead

Helena smiled at the look of shock on Sherlock's face.

"What—Helena?" he asked, confusion blinding him.

"Hello, sweetie," she smirked. "Surprise!"

"But… I…"

"The great Sherlock Holmes got tricked by a woman," Jim laughed, standing up. Helena stood up too, and chuckled with her man. Jim took her in his arms and kissed her. "You're fantastic," he told her, smiling widely and creepily.

"I was good, wasn't I?" she asked Sherlock. "You poor thing. You actually thought I gave a fuck?" she smiled.

"I—This doesn't change anything," the detective said, lowering his eyes. He thought he was the one who didn't care, and yet there he was, hurt. The big plan, never letting anyone close enough to hurt him, it all went to hell because of Helena's bright green eyes.

"Oh, but it does," Jim smirked. "Look at you! Trying so hard to keep it together! In the end I was right… you're ordinary, Sherlock Holmes. It only took a beautiful woman to make you fall… but the fall isn't over yet!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Our problem, our final problem!" Jim cheered, madness shining in his black eyes.

"He told you, but did you listen…?" Helena bantered him.

Sherlock fell silent, confused and hurt as he were, he couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't lead to more mocking.

"Oh, c'mon, darling. Don't be upset, it's all good business…" Helena addressed Sherlock. The man gave her a dirty look.

"She's right, you know, you shouldn't be upset. In the end, you knew we'd end up here, didn't you now?" Jim said.

"It doesn't matter," said Sherlock.

"Of course it does!" Jim yelled. "Can't you see? It all fell into place perfectly! My plan was a thing of beauty, you can't deny that!"

"You're insane," he said, his stare moving from Moriarty to Helena and back.

"You're just getting that now?" Jim chuckled darkly. Helena laughed, looking the detective straight in the eyes. "You can go now, my love," Jim told Helena, smiling. She grabbed his tie and kissed his fiercely, then walked towards Sherlock.

"Adios, Sherlock Holmes," she chuckled in his ear, then gave him a soft kiss and left the roof. She grabbed the bag she'd left on the stairs and headed down. She then crossed the street and positioned herself behind one of the top windows.

She carefully assembled her sniper rifle, then aimed it at the street beneath her. John wasn't there yet, so she thought she'd give a look at what was happening on the roof. Through her sights, she saw Jim walking around Sherlock, she couldn't hear what he was saying, but she smiled anyway.

Helena wondered what they were talking about, wondered if Jim had a script of was just improvising.

He was improvising, she decided, smiling to herself. Of course he was, he was insane, like Sherlock had pointed out.

Sometimes she wondered whether she was insane too, and the answer was usually yes, she definitely was. How else could she love Jim so much? And wasn't love just madness, in the end?

Her phone rang, and she answered it without looking.

"Hello?"

"Ellie, are you in position?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes, I am. The doc isn't here yet though."

"Okay. What's going on?"

"They're on the roof, it looks like they're just talking. Jim is probably explaining everything thoroughly, just like a good old fashioned villain."

"Of course he is," Sebastian chuckled. "Fine, keep an eye on them until Watson arrives."

"I will," she answered, and hung up.

In the meantime, Sherlock had grabbed Jim by the shoulders and was threatening to throw him down the building. Helena held her breath, though in her heart she knew Sherlock would never do it, and Jim would never let him.

Finally, Sherlock let him go, and Jim straightened his suit, looking annoyed. They both looked down at the street, then Jim said something she couldn't hear and they started walking in circles again.

In a few minutes, they were inches away from each other, and Jim looked crazier than ever. She smiled to herself once again, she just loved him so much.

Then, in a fraction of a second, she saw him pull out his gun, and wondered what he was to do with it. That wasn't the plan, Sherlock was going to kill himself, right?

Jim put the gun in his mouth.

"No!" she yelled to the closed window. What the hell was he doing, it didn't make sense…

Then Jim shot himself.

"Jim! No!" she yelled again. "No!"