It's been a long day... Here's the next chapter!

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"Well it looks like he has more employees." Sherlock said, looking at the screen in the TARDIS, which showed a man coming into the room.

"I've got this." River said, opening the door to the TARDIS and shooting the man.

"River! You can't just go around shooting everyone!" Amy shouted.

"It's set to stun, mother." She held up her blaster.

"I didn't even know it had settings... Or that you had multiple guns." Amy replied, and River smirked.

"Of course I do. I don't go anywhere with less than two." She replied as she picked up the revolver she used to shoot alternate Moriarty and placed it on the stairs of the console room, "But I won't be needing this one." She shoved her blaster in her holster.

"Did you just call her mother?" Lestrade asked, pulling his phone from his pocket as he received a text, "Sally says they're ready to surround the place. They're on their way. Helicopters should be here any minute."

"Perfect." The Doctor said, "Let's step out, shall we?" He lead the line of people out of the TARDIS, Mycroft sighed before he stood up.

"Listen, brother mine... Maybe you and Dr. Watson should just stay in here... If you're really worried about what Moriarty might do." He gave as sincere of a smile as he could.

"And miss all the fun?" John asked, stepping up next to Sherlock and smiling, "That's just not our style." He reached down and gave Sherlock's hand a reassuring squeeze, Sherlock jumped at the sudden touch. Mycroft rolled his eyes and followed the group out the doors. John went to walk after them when Sherlock recaptured his hand.

"John..." He said, the shorter man turned back and gave him a smile, "I just..."

"Sherlock, we'll be fine. We're always fine." He reassured the detective, who half smiled and looked down.

"I know... We'll always find a way to... Well to save each other. Just promise me..." He looked back at John, "Promise me you won't sacrifice yourself, not for me, not for anyone. I couldn't live with myself knowing that you..." His voice hitched and his face dropped back down, his eyes finding their feet suddenly more interesting.

"Hey..." John lifted his chin, "I promised you that I would never leave you, didn't I? And I fully intend to keep that promise, as long as you can do me the same kindness." He half smiled, pulling the detective's hand to his lips. He placed a light kiss on Sherlocks fingers and pulled him to the door, "Now, into battle."

They stepped out of the TARDIS, the group had begun to spread out, securing the large room they were in when they heard clapping. They turned to look above them. Stepping out onto a metal balcony was Moriarty.

"You found me!" He laughed, he headed to the stair case, "Now I thought it would take you much longer Sherlock... But I never thought you'd appear out of thin air!" He ran to the TARDIS and the Doctor quickly snapped his fingers, causing the doors to slam shut, "Awe, come on! That's no fun!" Moriarty sang, leaning against the blue box.

"James, I think it'd be best if you came with us." Mycroft said, picking what could only be assumed was lint off of his waistcoat, before sticking his hands into his pockets.

"No, no... That won't fit in with my plan at all, Mycroft." He said the elder brother's name slowly, menacingly. It made Amy's hairs stand on end and Rory moved closer to her, entangling his hand with hers.

"What is your plan?" John asked, "Why kill people who look like me? Why not just come after me?" Sherlock straightened at his question, taking a deep breath as he watched Moriarty's face light up.

"I think you know, Johnny boy!" He laughed and turned toward the TARDIS, picking at the siding, "I think you know exactly why. You see, Sherlock here jumped off of a roof to save your life... Only, he didn't die like he was supposed to... Naughty, naughty Sherlock." He frowned and the detective rolled his eyes.

"I was to commit suicide, which legally, I did." Sherlock pointed out.

"Shhhh! Not another peep out of you! You're interrupting my story!" He smiled and clapped his hands together, then he took a few steps toward the flatmates, "Now, where was I? Oh, yeah... You were supposed to kill yourself, and John, Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson would live. Now I really couldn't care less about the other two idiots." He frowned and looked at Lestrade, he sniffed before continuing.

"No, they're nothing. But you, John... You're something special. Maybe you're not as ordinary as I originally thought. Right? First you move in with Sherlock, no questions asked. Then you run around with him, solve some crimes... Then he dies. And you cry, you grieve yes, oh so sad." He began circling the two men, stopping right behind the soldier, "But then he came back. And what do you do? You get married! And you don't marry just anyone, no." He stepped away, shaking his head, making John turn to look at him, "No you marry Mary. An ex assassin, a dangerous criminal. Someone who I almost put on my payroll. Seriously, but she decided to become a nurse. To help society, blah blah blah. BORING!" He shouted, spinning in a circle, and landed in front of the Doctor.

"So John Watson," He said, giving the Doctor a dangerous look before turning back, "Now that you and Sherly here are romantically involved... I just had to come out here and ask... What makes you so special?" He hissed in John's direction, and the blonde man almost flinched if it weren't for Sherlock, who placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped in front of him, "Oh that's sweet. It's so sweet, it's disgusting Sherlock." Moriarty's face dropped.

"I'm bored with you. I think I'll talk to..." He turned back to the Doctor, "Yes, I think I'll talk to you. Who are you mysterious blue box man!"

"Who I am is none of your concern. I think you'll find that you're greatly outnumbered here." The Doctor said as the sound of helicopters appeared from above.

"Oh how cute, you called the Yard on me!" Moriarty laughed and looked around at everyone, his eyes landed on River. He took in her appearance, her strong face, big hair, all her curves and the gun on her hip. He ran over to her and they stared at one another for a moment before he smirked, "Who are you sweetheart?"

"Your worst nightmare, darling." She whispered into his ear as he grabbed her gun and wrapped his arm around her throat, pulling her down next to his face.

"I think you've confused yourself for me." He said, shooting her with her own blaster. As she fell Amy screamed before Rory whispered something in her ear.

"Now why would you do that?" The Doctor growled, reaching into his pocket and removing his screwdriver, "That was a very foolish thing to do. You don't know me, and you don't know what I'm capable of."

"Oh I think I do." Moriarty smiled, holding the fun out, pointing it at everyone in the room. Lestrade had his hand on his own gun, "You're the man with the fancy box. The one that magically appears out of nowhere. Now tell me, how do I get in there?"

"You don't." He replied simply. Moriarty was not pleased with this answer as he aimed the blaster at Mycroft and fired.