A/N: Sad Mormor Drabble alert! So… enjoy!

-Pinktron


"You said ten minutes on the roof and you'd be back!" Sebastian Moran was yelling into the cell phone, as he put his sniper away with much less care than normal. "Call me back, Jim. I need to know what's going on!" He hung up, and shoved the phone into his pocket. He was angry, no, way above angry at his boss. They had run through the plan multiple times, and Jim Moriarty should have been off the roof and with him by now.

Moran grabbed his case, and ran down the fire escape steps. He had seen Sherlock jump, and therefore he hadn't needed to assassinate his doctor. In his heart he really hadn't wanted to take out John Watson. If he was honest he saw a lot of himself in the army doctor. Both of them had been injured in Afghanistan, and had met someone that completed them. The only differences were that Sebastian life was a little more…dangerous and psychotic. He had got caught up with the villain instead of the hero. He knew what losing him would do to Jim; so he could only imagine what losing Watson would have done to Holmes. In some ways that made him not want to go through with the plan. Yet do it all at the same time. Fortunately, he hadn't needed to use his sniping skills.

As he opened the side door, he threw his black hood up and melted into the streets of London. He causally walked by the spot that Sherlock had landed, and was able to see blood still staining the concrete, and John basically hyperventilating nearby. A crowd was still gathered, and the police had finally shown up. He saw DI Lestrade's sniper with them and nodded. The man shook his head, and gave Sebastian a sad look before going back to his work.

That was such a strange reaction, so for one second Sebastian started having a small knot of fear in his stomach. Instead of heading straight back to his and Jim's flat he rounded the corner and found an emergency exit into St. Bart's He disabled the alarm easily, and was able to force open the door. As he ran up the steps to the roof he dialed his lover's number again.

"Jim? Hey it's me! Just… please text or call me. Tell me your home. Please tell me you're ok. Please?" He felt a burning sensation in the back of his eyes, and he shoved his phone into his pocket again. He reached the door to the roof, and he pushed it open easily.

"Oh you can tell by the way I use my walk…." Jim's favorite ringtone seemed to be playing on repeat on this roof, and it sounded extremely eerie. So, Jim's phone was there, but where was the consulting criminal?

Sebastian walked around from the door and immediately felt sick as he smelt the thick smell of copper. He'd know that smell anywhere; it was the smell of a shit load of blood. "What the hell happened up here?" He whispered to himself and kept walking until he saw two phones lying in a large pool of blood. He bent down and picked up the one that was playing Bee Gees, and lightly turned it off. "Omigod…"

He had finally found what he was looking for and he felt like he was going to be sick. Lying there in a pool of blood was none other than Jim Moriarty. "Jim?" Sebastian leaned down, his jeans coated in blood, and took the consulting criminal's head in his hands. "Jim?! Answer me!" But he knew it was too late. He knew that the man was already lost to him, and he couldn't help but let tears fall from his eyes. He sat and laid his boss/lover's body on his lap. He dug his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text.

Within ten minutes a few other members of the web were on the rooftop with all the supplies needed to clean up the obvious suicide. They had pried Moriarty's body off of him and had quickly cleaned up the blood. The sniper working undercover with Scotland Yard was there too, and had touched Sebastian's shoulder in a kind gesture.

The sniper had shrugged him off and basically ran down the fire escape in order to just get to his flat. Once he was there he closed the door and allowed himself to openly cry. He was nothing if he didn't have Jim Moriarty…


A/N: Yup… I always found Mormor to be a great parallel to Johnlock and yea. So, I just like writing these kinds of things… Hope oyu liked it! Follow me on Tumblr: klainebaby123 or Instagram: khawk6992 and please leave a review with a prompt! I need them!