A/N: So sorry for not updating, it's quite hard for me to write action/fight scenes and the like, even if they're like this. That said, this is probably the worst thing I've written so far, so I'm sorry. Unrelated note: If you were in any way affected by the recent explosions in Boston, I am so sorry. My heart goes out to you and your loved ones, and Boston in general. I love you. xM

Disclaimer: Characters etc are not mine.

"Do you know where to find Moran?" Molly asked on the day the sniper was meant to be in town.

"Vaguely." Sherlock replied. "It's not very big, this place. Shouldn't be terribly difficult to locate him."

She nodded, but still looked anxious. "What can I do to help?"

"I'd rather not bring you into danger, but I suppose you're not much safer anywhere else. You'll come with me." He told her, twiddling his mobile phone.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't think I could stand not being there, not knowing."

He set the phone on the nightstand. "It'll be fine." He said. "If I survived jumping of a building-" Here he paused and inclined his head towards her to acknowledge her assistance. "I think I'll be able to do this."

He sounded self-assured, but there was something in his tone that worried Molly.

"It'll be fine." She repeated. Suddenly, Sherlock's phone vibrated and he frowned.

"He's here."

"Who told you?"

"While you were making that dinner reservation the other day, I spoke to some people in the part. They agreed to text me when and if they see any hint of our sniper."

Molly laughed. "Already making friends."

Sherlock's face remained solemn. "Homeless network. It's more reliable in London, but... Anyway, we should go to the cafe down the street in five minutes."

In a flash, Molly was grabbing their things, anything at all that they may need to bring down Sebastian Moran.

Moments later, they were out of the hotel, walking as fast as they could without attracting attention.

"That's him." Molly hissed after they had been sitting at the cafe for half an hour. They had chatted aimlessly about some fake friends and had very obviously held hands across the table. "How are you going to get him out of the cafe?"

"You'll see." Was Sherlock's only reply, and it infuriated Molly, but she didn't bother questioning him further.

Fifteen minutes later, when a waiter brought the cheque over to the sniper's table, Sherlock stood up and strode over to the table.

"Sebastian!" He cried, his voice uncharacteristically jovial. "Fancy meeting you here after all these years." He turned to the thin, balding man who must have been Sebastian's client. "Seb and I were friends back in uni. Haven't seen him in ages!" He turned back to the sniper, who looked confused. "I don't think I've seen you since that time at the pool with Jim. What was that, three years ago?" Sebastian scanned Sherlock and then his eyes narrowed in recognition.

"Can't have been more than two." He said with a chuckle. The cheerful noise didn't reach his eyes.

"We should stop by the pub-" Sherlock glanced at the man across the table with an apologetic look. The man gave a nervous smile.

"Nah, it's fine. You two go, they cheque's just come anyhow." He waved the slip of paper. Sherlock thanked him profusely and Sebastian offered a terse nod. The pair stood up and started towards the door before Sherlock paused.

"You wouldn't mind if my wife came with us, would you?" He gestured towards Molly. "We're on our honeymoon, I don't think she'd be too pleased if I run off without her." He relished the look of shock on Sebastian's face as he recognised Molly.

"Honestly, I'd rather it was just you and me." The sniper said through gritted teeth, and Sherlock wondered if he had actually grown to care for her while they were in a 'relationship'.

"Too bad." Sherlock replied, voice low, and signalled to Molly to come with them.

"She's already seen you die once, why make her a part of it again?" Moran asked as they exited the cafe.

Sherlock looked grim. "She asked to be here. And I don't plan on dying this time, if I can help it." He glanced over at the man next to him, deducing. "You seem awfully concerned for her well-being. Don't tell me you've grown to care for her."

"And what if I have? You seem awfully bitter for someone who is supposed to be her husband."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "We're not actually married."

"Obviously. But you should have heard the way she talked about you, her detective who never gave her a second glance. Almost like she was in love with you."

Molly threw him a dirty look and Sherlock tried to ignore this exchange. By now, they were far from the cafe, in a secluded section of a large park.

"That's all irrelevant at the moment. I'd like to get this over with as quickly as possible, to be honest."

Moran smirked. "Of course you would. It frightens you, doesn't it? Being a killer. Your John wouldn't like it, would he? And neither would Miss Molly here. You're on the side of the angels. That's what he said, Jim, up on the roof. I could hear. Never had any idea how you managed to live." He gave an unpleasant smile. "How 'bout it, then? You could tell me how you did it, while you're working up the courage to kill me."

"I don't think I'll have the time for that." Sherlock said, his tone confidant as he put a hand on his gun, but both Molly and Moran saw the tremor in his fingers.

"If we don't, it's because I'll kill you too quickly for conversation. You're scared, aren't you, Mr Holmes? Terrified to pull that trigger." The sniper pulled out a gun. "Any parting remarks to Miss Hooper?" He asked, finger at the ready. "It's really too bad Jim isn't here to witness this. He'd always wanted to be the one who did it, you know? But he's still won, so it doesn't matter." A fanatic gleam was in his eyes now.

Sherlock tried to stare calmly at the gun, which was pointed directly at his head.

"I'm sorry, Molly, for dragging you into all of this."

"It's not your fault." She told him, lip quivering, her hands clasped behind her back.

"You're just giving up? That's no fun, Mr Holmes. No fun at all."

"No, I'm going to kill you, but ass soon as I pull the trigger, you will too. Then we'll both die." Sherlock rationalized, his tone still unfailingly calm.

Sebastian Moran shrugged. "Fair enough." Sherlock gave Molly a final, apologetic glance before turning back to face Moran.

"Nice knowing you, Miss Hooper." Sebastian said with a grin and a lascivious wink.

There was a brief moment of silence, and then the sound of gunfire, before everything went still.

A/N: Ohh god, I'm sorry for that. I want so badly to give you the next chapter right now, but I think I'll make you wait. Should be up soon, though, it's almost finished. I love you all very, very much. xM