Jon gave a yelp, and Holmes and Watson whipped around and pulled out the
pistols they had tucked away in their coats. Jon frowned, wishing that he
had one too, but didn't have anymore time to think about it as the man
skidded to a halt, now only about ten meters away. Holmes didn't recognize
him, so he was only a little irritated when he turned on his heels and
scampered off, probably to go tell his superior about them. Holmes sighed,
and motioned to Watson and Jon, "Come on! We do not have very much time!"
Jon jogged next to him, easily keeping pace with the two men, "What do we do now?"
Holmes scowled, not liking to be bothered at such a delicate part of the investigation, and snapped back, "We will stay silent so I can think!"
Jon made a face at the detective (probably not helping Holmes' mood), and dropped back to jog with Watson as they hurried to the other side of the building. The boy was about to tell Holmes he was going in circles when he noticed the desk come into view. Holmes hurried up to it and began to riffle through the papers, muttering to himself, "...There must be something...Ah ha!" he pulled out a small note pad and scanned it quickly, "...Good...good...excellent!" Finally he turned back to Watson, and, much to his annoyance, ignored Jon, "Watson, we need to get out of here before someone else..."
"Catches you?" The three froze and slowly turned around to come face to face with a very smug looking Striecher. "My, my, my, look what I have found lurking in our factory...Hand over the paper!"
Holmes frowned at the man, "Why? You are just going to kill us anyway..." Jon and Watson began to follow the conversation like a tennis match, looking at Holmes, then back at Striecher, then to Holmes.
Striecher shrugged his shoulder, but cocked his pistol, "You may be right, however, I do not think that you have much of a choice. Give me that paper and maybe I will let you live a few more minutes..."
'No. I do not think I will."
The man shook his head, "He told me you would not give me whatever you took..."
Holmes narrowed his eyes, "Who told you?"
"I did."
Watson felt his stomach tighten as he glanced over his shoulder to see who had snuck up behind them. He recognized that voice, but he wished he hadn't.
Holmes raised his eyebrows and smiled pleasantly, "Oh! Moriarty, so nice to see you again."
"I am sure...I see you are still up to your old tricks."
"Yes, I suppose I am." He glanced back at Watson, who met his glance, and read some kind of sign in them. Holmes turned back to Moriarty, "Well, it has been lovely seeing you again, and I hope the next time we get together, you will be behind bars. Run!"
Watson grabbed Jon and the three suddenly began to sprint back towards the door As they ran, Jon felt bullets screaming over their shoulder and began to pick up his pace a little as one came within centimeters of hitting his shoulder.
Watson yanked Jon behind a machine as the firing grew closer to hitting its mark, "He is getting closer!"
Jon nodded, "So, what'd we do?"
The doctor, breathing heavily, pushed Jon behind the row of machines and whispered, "Stay low! Don't let him see you, then he will get a better aim!"
Jon moved forward, his heart pounding, wondering if this is what they went through on all their missions. They seemed so calm...well, relatively anyway...
They rounded the corner and made a wild break for the door and met up with Holmes.
He made it to the door first and tugged on the handle, then he turned back to Watson, the paper tucked into his coat, "It is locked from the outside!" He glanced around wildly, and without waiting for an answer, shoved the two others towards the ladder, "Hurry! Climb!"
They obeyed quickly and Holmes' foot was on the last rung when Striecher arrived, his pistol aimed up at them. Watson pulled out his own gun again, steadied it, and fired with deadly aim at the man, who pitched backwards and grasped his forearm. Jon gazed, surprised, at Watson who smiled at him, "Spending half of the best years of my life in the military taught me a few things, one of which being how to properly shoot a gun."
Jon grinned, but Holmes cut the bonding short, by pushing them towards the window that Jon had climbed through earlier to get them inside. The boy turned back to the detective, "But you said that you and Watson wouldn't fit through the window!"
"I am sure we will manage under these circumstances, just move!"
Jon frowned and passed easily to the other side of the window, and slid down the ladder, rubbing the wood burn off his hands when he reached the ground. Watson followed next, actually using the rungs, and then Holmes, who half slid, and half climbed down. The detective motioned again for them to follow and they had almost made it around the corner and to safety when they ran into Moriarty, waiting with a pistol in his hand, for them to meet him there.
He smiled grimly, "Well Sherlock, it has been fun, matching wits with you all these years, but now, it is time for you to die." Watson tried to step in front of him, but Jon grabbed his arm and held him back. Moriarty turned his attention to them, "What a noble offer Watson, perhaps I will kill you first...or maybe this boy that you dragged along with you..."
Jon felt a tightening in his throat and glared at Moriarty, "Why don't you just go to hell!"
Moriarty raised an eyebrow, "And he is so rude to...yes, I think he can go first..."
Holmes clenched his teeth, and to Jon's surprise, began to stand up for him, "Don't you know who this is? He is your son!"
Moriarty turned his head towards his old student, "How stupid do you think I am. I know that! It is unfortunate, but he should have known better than to get in my way..." He turned back to Watson and Jon, "Now where was I? Oh yes..."
He pointed his gun and pulled the trigger.
A/N: Oh my god! Who did he shoot?! Did he miss or...not?!?!? WHAT HAPPENED?!?! *Hmm...I guess you won't find out till the next chapter...heh heh* Um, ya, Sorry about all the cliffhangers, but I feel like being dramatic... Anyways, thanks much inu lover and snowwolf for replying! I always enjoy feedback and/or encouragment!
Jon jogged next to him, easily keeping pace with the two men, "What do we do now?"
Holmes scowled, not liking to be bothered at such a delicate part of the investigation, and snapped back, "We will stay silent so I can think!"
Jon made a face at the detective (probably not helping Holmes' mood), and dropped back to jog with Watson as they hurried to the other side of the building. The boy was about to tell Holmes he was going in circles when he noticed the desk come into view. Holmes hurried up to it and began to riffle through the papers, muttering to himself, "...There must be something...Ah ha!" he pulled out a small note pad and scanned it quickly, "...Good...good...excellent!" Finally he turned back to Watson, and, much to his annoyance, ignored Jon, "Watson, we need to get out of here before someone else..."
"Catches you?" The three froze and slowly turned around to come face to face with a very smug looking Striecher. "My, my, my, look what I have found lurking in our factory...Hand over the paper!"
Holmes frowned at the man, "Why? You are just going to kill us anyway..." Jon and Watson began to follow the conversation like a tennis match, looking at Holmes, then back at Striecher, then to Holmes.
Striecher shrugged his shoulder, but cocked his pistol, "You may be right, however, I do not think that you have much of a choice. Give me that paper and maybe I will let you live a few more minutes..."
'No. I do not think I will."
The man shook his head, "He told me you would not give me whatever you took..."
Holmes narrowed his eyes, "Who told you?"
"I did."
Watson felt his stomach tighten as he glanced over his shoulder to see who had snuck up behind them. He recognized that voice, but he wished he hadn't.
Holmes raised his eyebrows and smiled pleasantly, "Oh! Moriarty, so nice to see you again."
"I am sure...I see you are still up to your old tricks."
"Yes, I suppose I am." He glanced back at Watson, who met his glance, and read some kind of sign in them. Holmes turned back to Moriarty, "Well, it has been lovely seeing you again, and I hope the next time we get together, you will be behind bars. Run!"
Watson grabbed Jon and the three suddenly began to sprint back towards the door As they ran, Jon felt bullets screaming over their shoulder and began to pick up his pace a little as one came within centimeters of hitting his shoulder.
Watson yanked Jon behind a machine as the firing grew closer to hitting its mark, "He is getting closer!"
Jon nodded, "So, what'd we do?"
The doctor, breathing heavily, pushed Jon behind the row of machines and whispered, "Stay low! Don't let him see you, then he will get a better aim!"
Jon moved forward, his heart pounding, wondering if this is what they went through on all their missions. They seemed so calm...well, relatively anyway...
They rounded the corner and made a wild break for the door and met up with Holmes.
He made it to the door first and tugged on the handle, then he turned back to Watson, the paper tucked into his coat, "It is locked from the outside!" He glanced around wildly, and without waiting for an answer, shoved the two others towards the ladder, "Hurry! Climb!"
They obeyed quickly and Holmes' foot was on the last rung when Striecher arrived, his pistol aimed up at them. Watson pulled out his own gun again, steadied it, and fired with deadly aim at the man, who pitched backwards and grasped his forearm. Jon gazed, surprised, at Watson who smiled at him, "Spending half of the best years of my life in the military taught me a few things, one of which being how to properly shoot a gun."
Jon grinned, but Holmes cut the bonding short, by pushing them towards the window that Jon had climbed through earlier to get them inside. The boy turned back to the detective, "But you said that you and Watson wouldn't fit through the window!"
"I am sure we will manage under these circumstances, just move!"
Jon frowned and passed easily to the other side of the window, and slid down the ladder, rubbing the wood burn off his hands when he reached the ground. Watson followed next, actually using the rungs, and then Holmes, who half slid, and half climbed down. The detective motioned again for them to follow and they had almost made it around the corner and to safety when they ran into Moriarty, waiting with a pistol in his hand, for them to meet him there.
He smiled grimly, "Well Sherlock, it has been fun, matching wits with you all these years, but now, it is time for you to die." Watson tried to step in front of him, but Jon grabbed his arm and held him back. Moriarty turned his attention to them, "What a noble offer Watson, perhaps I will kill you first...or maybe this boy that you dragged along with you..."
Jon felt a tightening in his throat and glared at Moriarty, "Why don't you just go to hell!"
Moriarty raised an eyebrow, "And he is so rude to...yes, I think he can go first..."
Holmes clenched his teeth, and to Jon's surprise, began to stand up for him, "Don't you know who this is? He is your son!"
Moriarty turned his head towards his old student, "How stupid do you think I am. I know that! It is unfortunate, but he should have known better than to get in my way..." He turned back to Watson and Jon, "Now where was I? Oh yes..."
He pointed his gun and pulled the trigger.
A/N: Oh my god! Who did he shoot?! Did he miss or...not?!?!? WHAT HAPPENED?!?! *Hmm...I guess you won't find out till the next chapter...heh heh* Um, ya, Sorry about all the cliffhangers, but I feel like being dramatic... Anyways, thanks much inu lover and snowwolf for replying! I always enjoy feedback and/or encouragment!