Sherlock Holmes looked at the ground, looked at his fate. He looked back at Moriarty, who was laying on the ground, dead, a hole through his head. Sherlock was on the phone with John, but he wasn't conscious of what he was saying, just that it was being said and that it was condemning him. He finally came to, and found the left side of his face wet. A single tear had fallen,had landed on his coat. Sherlock looked down, his vision blurring, at his best friend. He looked at him, at said goodbye. Then he threw the phone behind him, and toppled off the edge.
Sherlock was thinking as he fell, thinking of the pain he would feel, of the pain John would feel. He was about o lose his best friend. Sherlock didn't have a plan to save himself. He only had one thing, and that was his determination that his friends should live. He looked at the ground rushing towards him, and thought one last thing, then it all went black.
Sherlock woke up. This wasn't right. He should be dead. He'd fallen off the top of a building. Then he noticed his surroundings. He was chained up, his arms and legs stretched out. He heard a voice nearby. What was the voice saying? He listened closer, and it came in loud and clear: "Somebody help me! Sam?"
A/N: I will leave the first chapter on a cliffhanger. These are two of my favorite shows, and I just had the idea for this crossover, though it's probably already been done. Enjoy! I also have a tumblr, thewholockedsupernaturalist. If you have a tumblr, feel free to follow me!