"As long as I'm alive, you can save your friends, you've got a way out" said Jim Moriarty, and then he said "well, good luck with that" before raising his left hand with the gun filled with blanks, putting it into his mouth and 'shooting'. He fell onto his back as Sherlock, horrified, moved backwards from Jim's 'corpse'. The blood pack under his coat and attached to his back had exploded when he fell on it, exactly as it was supposed to, to complete the image that Jim Moriarty, greatest mind of the 21st century and consulting criminal, was for all intents and purposes, dead. His eyes were still open, staring blankly at the sky as Sherlock had obviously bought and was now convinced that he was dead, as evident by the phone call he was now making to John. He had been practicing this for months, lying on his back, not moving and convincing Sherlock that he was really dead, he could stay still for hours on end. From the ledge of the hospital, he heard Sherlock say into the phone "-people do, don't they? Leave a note? Goodbye, John." Faintly he heard John yell "NO!" then silence. Jim couldn't help it, he laughed out loud, the plan had worked, and he had fooled Sherlock Holmes into thinking he was dead. He had killed Sherlock. It was all too easy, deep down he really was disappointed at the realization that Sherlock was so ordinary, but then, who wasn't when compared to him. The helicopter touched down on the helipad on the roof less than five minutes later, piloted by one of Moriarty's men. Jim got up and dusted off his clothes as his men brought a corpse with an unmistakable resemblance to himself off the helicopter and left it on the spot where he had just been 'dead'. The blood from the blood pack that now surrounded the double's body was the double's blood, his real name being Ferdinand Stockton, a homeless man who beared a resemblance to Jim and had had some plastic surgery to make him look even more like him to complete his plan. Stockton's DNA record's had been erased and replaced with Jim's, so that any analysis of the blood would come up as belonging to a one James Moriarty. It was a simple enough matter when you figured out that the record-keeper had a young daughter who he'd rather keep alive. Jim and his men went to the helicopter and got in, strapping themselves in they took flight as Jim got out his phone and changed his ringtone from Stayin Alive by the Bee Gees to Tragedy by the Bee Gees. Man oh man how he loved that band. He then rang a number known to nobody else, the deep male voice on the other end said "Boss? Is it done"

"Yes, Sherlock won't be troubling us anymore" answered Moriarty.

"Shall I commence Operation Triton?" asked the voice

"Yes, do it" said Jim before hanging up. The voice on the other end belonged to Sebastian Moran, and the world was about to change.