Chapter 8

For now, we get some time off from the game, as Irene Adler would play her part. I've met her. She was like a goddess, her hair silky and her complexion pale. I could tell why Sherlock seems to take quite a fancy to her. Well, everyone fancies her…but still. She was such a brilliant actress. She's actually gone and be nude in front of Sherlock and John. Sherlock was unfazed, but John's reaction is just so funny.

Jim distanced himself from me a little. We weren't so close anymore. I knew he needed the time to think, and I appreciate that. He spent hours in his study, doing god knows what. And I found heaven indoors. I was walking around one day, and I noticed a door that I've walked past countless of times, but never knowing what was inside it. I decided to prod around, see things that I haven't seen. I opened the door and saw a library, with bookshelves as high as the ceiling, and fully stocked with books! I let out a small squeal and started browsing. Why give me a nook when there's a huge library here?

Hours of reading Pride and Prejudice, Atonement and Jane Eyre, on a very comfortable couch. I hadn't realized it was waaaaay past midnight. I fell asleep, curled up with Jane Eyre still with me, opening to the page I was reading. After two hours, I was awaken by the sound of Jim calling out my name. I was too tired to answer his calls. I just wanted to sleep. I closed my eyes and relied on my ears to make sure Jim was not panicking. I must've left the door open, as he burst into the library. Seeing me, he sighed in relief. "I see you found heaven." He whispered.

I felt one strong arm wrapping around my waist, the other supporting me under my knees. Is he actually gonna carry me? I felt myself being carried. My head lolled against his chest. He was holding me tightly, making sure I don't fall or something. He went up the stairs and into my room. He laid me gently on the bed. "Sleeping uncomfortably is bad for your body." He said. Did he know that I was awake? "Goodnight, Sherry." He said, kissing my forehead. His lips felt soft against my forehead. I heard him pulling the covers up to my nose, the way I liked sleeping. He moved away. I think he went back to bed. I fell asleep moments later.

6 months has passed. We spent Christmas together. He bought me a beautiful necklace that I knew was expensive. I felt a little guilty for not giving him anything. But it was his fault anyway. He didn't let me go Christmas shopping, as he feared someone might recognize me. I rolled my eyes at him and told him that he wouldn't get any presents this year. He said he was fine with it.

It was time.

The Reichenbach Fall, as Jim took to calling it. This was the most vital part of the whole game. Everything depended on the plotting and carefully checked details. One mistake, and we are done. I, of course was the eyes and ears. Jim is going to be a good actor on this, especially as Richard Brook. We hired a journalist named Kitty Riley to back up 'Richard Brook' as a real person. She's infuriating! She is such an annoying bitch and I hate her, more than I hated Sherlock, or Eric for that matter. Jim laughed it off, saying that I was jealous of her.

The first step in the Reichenbach Fall is to break into the Tower of London, where the Crown Jewels were located, the Bank of England and also the Pentonville Prison. It was easy, really. All I had to do was bribe some security guards. Sherrinford and I fashioned a knockout gas in case we have some pesky guards who try to stop us. The knockout gas will leave the victim unconscious for a few hours. We gave Jim a small spray filled with the gas just in case. We all owned one. I needed it for self-defense, as I'm not so good in combat, but I can be handy if there's knives. Sebastian taught me to, before his...death.

It was Sherrinford's idea to put chewing gum to stick the diamond to the supposedly unbreakable glass protecting the Crown Jewels. The diamond is probably the strongest rock or stone anyway. I marvelled at how well Jim can write backwards. He wrote 'Get Sherlock' against the glass before breaking it. He's such a funny guy. Dancing his way to the protected Crown Jewels with the fire extinguisher, And the classical music he was dancing to was picked by me. It always made me feel grand, powerful, unstoppable.

We intentionally made Jim get caught. We had our Moriarty victims as the jury. And knowing Jim, he always has something against everyone. They were all scared shitless when they hear his name. I like how powerful and intimidating Jim is to the London Underworld. They tremble with fear when his name is spoken, even the toughest of men were in fear if Jim was mentioned. A consulting criminal.

"Earth to Sherry!" Sherrinford's voice in my ear pulled me out of my reverie. "Did you even hear what I said?"

"Um, what?"

Sherrinford let out a sigh of exasperation and said, "Sherlock is testifying against Jim."

"Okay." I saw the whole trial through a hidden camera that one of the jury was concealing. It was the woman that slept with her coworker, also part of the jury. Oh Sherlock. Deducing his way in court. The judge was annoyed with him. Jim was just staring blankly ahead, not listening to anything. Oh Jim. That blank stare is just so...empty, it freaked me out a little. Hurray! Jim is free of all charges!

A few hours later, Kitty Riley posted the article regarding Sherlock's story, of how he 'faked' Jim Moriarty, who was just an actor hired to play the character Jim Moriarty. The name was Richard Brook. Richard Brook in German is Reichenbach, which leads to our little ending. The Fall of the Fake Genius. Jim's at Kitty Riley's house, pretending to be Richard Brook. He's a wonderful actor. Sherlock went over to Kitty Riley's house with his friend John. John was raging when he saw Jim, or Richard, as I should say. Sherlock wasn't so surprised. He was quiet while John was practically screaming. It was funny seeing Jim act so scared. And his hair! It was so messy, unlike the usual combed, perfected hairstyle of his. And he left. Good. A few more things to do, and then we'll finally see the Fall of the Fake Genius.

Jim went to pop over at 221B Baker Street for a 'chat'. I was watching through the hidden camera we had someone installed in the flat. Sherlock was unfazed by Jim's appearance. They even drank tea! Jim was carving on an apple. I wasn't able to see it from my angle. When Jim was done, he left the apple with the penknife protruding from the apple. Sherlock picked it up and I can finally see what it said. Three letters. All vowels. I O U. Of course, it wa as in, I owe you. To be accurate, I owe you a fall, hinting the Reichenbach Fall.

Jim came back home an hour later. Well, this is my new home. My parents are nice, but they would forever be awkward around me. And Sherlock is the target of our little game, so obviously not. Mycroft is probably going to lock me up in an asylum if I ever set foot near him. Sherrinford himself is homeless, staying at Jim's. Of course I think of Jim as my best friend, my brother. And yet he's the one falling in love with me. I haven't forgotten that day, when he kissed me. And I kissed him back. I'm so confused about how I feel. He's like the brother I never had. Well, kinda. And he loves me. Or so he says. I pushed these thoughts to the back of my head, determined not to overthink this situation.

"Hey." He plopped on the couch next to me. I was watching the new episode of Supernatural. Dean is a demon. Deanmon.

"Hey." I said to him. He pulled me closer to him. I pushed him away. "Aw, c'mon, Sherry!" He whined like a 5 year old.

"No, Jim." But he just pulled me even closer and held me tightly, not letting go. "Jim." I glared at him. He started to kiss my neck, and damn it felt good. His hand found its way to my inner thigh. His other hand cupped my cheek. I sighed, letting him take control. He kissed me hard and passionately. I gave in, kissing him back with equal passion. I needed him right now. But I don't want to! He started to tug at the hem of my shirt, obviously trying to undress me.

I laid a hand on his chest, flushing. "I uh..." He stopped kissing me and looked at me quizzically. How do I say this without getting embarassed? "I'm saving myself for..." I gulped. "For marriage." Yes, I plan to stay a virgin until I get married. That's my parents' rule in life. Never have sex until you get married. But they didn't. They have a different story...

"Oh." Jim bit his lower lip. "Will you marry me?" What?

"What?!" I asked, totally surprised.

"Will you marry me, Sherrelyn Holmes?"

"I uh...I'm..." I'm at a loss for words. Is he really proposing to me? "You wanna get married just to have sex with me?"

"No!" He said. "Well that, and because I love you!" He added quickly.

"Are you serious?!" I squealed in a mix of delight and doubt.

"Yes, I'm serious. I wanna marry you."

"I-I dunno, Jim...I mean, we're gonna go through the game, and I don't even know you that well!"

"Okay." He said, lowering his eyes.

"I will say yes." He raised his eyebrows. "But only if you ask me at the right time. I mean, I like you, a lot. But I don't think now's a good-" He kissed me before I could finish my sentence. He pulled away.

"I understand. But you will say yes?"

"I will." I promised.

"I love you Sherrelyn Holmes."

I nuzzled into his chest. "I love you too James Moriarty."