You get an extra chapter tonight cause I'm going to new york all day tomorrow and won't be able to post! So yayyyy! Continuance!
As Mycroft collapsed to the ground Lestrade and Sherlock moved toward the criminal at the same time. Moriarty began laughing, and blew on the tip of the blaster.
"That's enough from you." Lestrade held up his gun and cocked the hammer.
"Oh, you're going to shoot me Detective Inspector?" Moriarty frowned, "How mundane." He was able to say before Sherlock wrapped his hands around the criminals neck, pushing him back against a wall, "Oh Sherlock, this is so sudden!" He squeaked. The rest of the group ran up behind him as the detective began to squeeze the life out of him.
"Sherlock, stop." John said, trying to pull him away.
"No, let him, John! That man is insane!" Amy shouted.
"Sherlock, you don't have to do this. Stop it right now." John said.
"Sherlock, listen to him." The Doctor said and finally John grabbed Sherlock's arm.
"Please, Sherlock. Listen to me. Mycroft is not dead, he's just knocked out. It's going to be alright!" John tried to meet the detective's eyes, but they were so focused on Moriarty's, who had a smile forming on his face, "This is what he wants, Sherlock!"
"No, what he wants is to torment us until we die. He'll never stop, John. Don't you see! This is the only way!" Sherlock replied, snapping his eyes to John for a brief moment before quickly looking back to his victim.
"No, what he wants is to break you! Remember what he said at the pool, hmm?" John said, and Sherlock lightened his grip, "He said he was going to burn the heart out of you. And that may have originally been about any one of your friends... But it's not anymore, Sherlock. It's about you, your dignity... Your soul. He wants to ruin you by making you just like him. He wants to take away the one thing that you have that he doesn't." Sherlock growled as he released the consulting criminal, who fell to the ground with a yelp. Lestrade quickly arrested the man, trying to be extra forceful.
"You're gonna regret this, Sherlock!" Moriarty growled, his voice cracking.
"No I'm really not. I take it you have surveillance cameras in here, yes? Well we just got you shooting two people. That should be enough to put you away." Sherlock laughed as he clasped his hands behind his back. Lestrade dragged the protesting criminal out of the room as his employee began to stir, "We'd better get Donovan in here to arrest that one as well." Sherlock said as the woman in question ran through the doors with her gun drawn and three more people behind her.
"Ah, speak of the devil." Sherlock said, unamused at her presence.
"Sherlock? What in bloody hell happened in here? Greg's draggin away a screamin Moriarty and you lot are just standin around." Sally said, lowering her gun.
"Right, we were just about to have tea." Sherlock rolled his eyes and pointed at the groaning man on the floor, "Arrest him, he's one of Moriarty's men."
"And her?" She motioned toward River who was beginning to stir as well, "Is she with him?"
"No, she's with me." The Doctor said, moving to her side. He lifted her into his arms and began walking toward the TARDIS.
"He's a lot stronger than he looks, then." Sally raised her brows at him.
"I can assure you, he's taken." Sherlock said. The Doctor snapped his fingers and the doors of the TARDIS opened for him, which caused Sally to stare even more, "Time to move out Donovan, you won't be able to comprehend that box, therefore you should just forget it." She scoffed and cuffed the man, as she and two other people had to get him up and out the door. The third lingered for a moment, staring at the the blue box before a threatening glare from Sherlock sent him running after Donovan.
"Mycroft won't be pleased that he was shot." John said, walking over to the still unconscious man.
"No, he won't. How delightful." Sherlock laughed, joining his flatmate at his brother's side.
"You're never going to let him live this down, are you?" John asked, the amusement flashing across his face.
"Nope." He replied, as he wrapped his arm around John's shoulders, "Will you?" John thought for a moment and then shook his head as snickers began to pour from his mouth.
"You two sure are pleased." Amy said, her and Rory still had their hands entwined.
"Wouldn't you be too if you'd just gotten the bad guy and the love of your life in the same day?" Rory asked.
"I have the love of my life at my side every time I get the bad guy." Amy said, smiling at her husband.
"And so do I." Sherlock said, turning back to the Ponds, "The only difference is, you've always known it."
"Well not always." Rory rolled his eyes and Amy jabbed him in the side, "Ow." They collectively picked Mycroft up and dragged him into the TARDIS. Sherlock muttered comments about how if Mycroft was less chubby, it would be easier to carry him.
"We'd better get him home." The Doctor said, "The effects of the stun should be wearing off any moment now."
"Why didn't it take that long for River to wake up?" John asked.
"Because, sweetie, I'm special." She smiled, walked up the stairs of the console room, "I'll be in your room, Doctor." She called out, the Doctor blushed faintly and then cleared his throat.
"Well then, to Mycroft's house." He flipped a switch and off they went.
This one's much shorter... But I just wanted to resolve the situation... cause I have an undying need for closure.
No I don't... Anywho, I'll be enjoying myself in the big apple tomorrow. Maybe I'll get inspired for some sort of Sherlock, Doctor Who in america thing... Who knows!
