A/N:
Hey guys! Sorry to have kept you waiting... Here's chapters 4 and 5. My exams just ended today so I can post this up now. The story is complete, and I'm in progress of writing my second fanfic, Soft Black Curls! Please look out for it in maybe... A week. After that I don't have any ideas yet so please review!
OMG: Sorry! It's not mystrade... Although I might write mystrade somewhere in the near future! Maybe after Soft Black Curls :)
Lestrade slumps in his chair, unconscious, a red dot trained on his temple. A man dressed in a Westwood suit stands up from his chair. "Hello Jaaaaawn..." he drawls, an evil touch to his voice, twirling a gun as he spoke. John steps backwards, his back pressed against the glass door. He stutters, "You! B... But you're supposed to be dead!" Moriarty rolls his eyes, "Sherlock's supposed to be dead as well, but he isn't..."
John is scared, but he doesn't know why. Maybe it's because a dangerous criminal who shot himself in the mouth is alive. Or maybe it's because he's afraid... Afraid that Moriarty will hurt Sherlock...
Moriarty continues in his signature sing-song voice, "Sooo... If Sherlock is supposed to be dead, AND HE'S NOT... I just have to kill him." He pauses and grins. "Well, I've said before, I don't like getting my hands dirty, but considering the circumstances... I'll have to kill Sherlock MYSELF! But since he's not here yet I'll just kill his sidekick first." John trembles as Moriarty points the gun at his heart. His heart. Thumping away in his chest. Just a complicated body organ not knowing what was going to happen to it in a mere matter of seconds.
Moriarty smiles and imitates Sherlock's voice, but in an exaggerated way. "Goodbye John!"