"You- You can't be serious!?"

"I believe you'll find I am. I have no further use of him, he and the Scotland Yard are getting close, to close. With Mr. Daniels sponsoring us we no longer need Mr. Flames, I've already sent someone out to take care of him. Once he's gone hopefully the Scotland Yard will back off. But knowing that Dr. Watson he'll probably get suspicious. If he does, get rid of him! I don't care how just do it! We can't take anymore risks."

Sebastien Moran said over the phone. He was finally able to convince Mr. Roddie Daniels owner of the 'Oasis' hotels to partner with them. When Moran said we would be willing to get rid of Flames, the #1 rival of the Oasis, it was an offer Daniels couldn't refuse. Now all that was felt was to get rid of the loose ends.

And those loose ends happened to be Andrew Williams, Dr. John Watson and DI Greg Lestrade.

It was all too simple, have Williams kill Watson, then send someone to kill Williams and make it look like he was over ridden with guilt and committed suicide. DI would have to leave the case alone, if not, then he'd get rid of him. Everything was coming together, Moran could do this! He had to! Moriarty had doubted him at first, he had to work his way up to become Moriarty's top hit-man.

Moriarty had left him certain instructions for what he was suppose to do if anything was to happen to him. Unfortunately, the plan wasn't able to proceed until quite recently. Flames was huge set back. Moriarty had made an agreement with Flames that as long as he sponsored them, then Moriarty would protect him from the law. But he let his pride get in the way, that was the first thing Moriarty taught him. Moran still remembers the day perfectly.

It was his first kill for Moriarty, he had been working for one of Moriarty's clients for a while now, but it appeared Moriarty grew bored of him and had Moran kill him. Moran had been at a bar in America having a drink with a few guys. He didn't, wouldn't get drunk, his job was too risky to do that. But none the less, there he was, bragging to some of the guys about how the new 'job' he had landed and how in turn he got to 'get back' at his old boss. Later that evening, on his way home, there was someone waiting for Moran inside his house.

"It's rather rude to keep people waiting, especially when that person is your boss."

Moran turned on the living room light to see Moriarty sitting in an armchair by his fireplace drinking red wine (Which was odd, cause he didn't own any wine).

Moran had talked with Moriarty over the internet, texts messages, but never in person. Moran wasn't some petty thief who just stole his first CD or laptop. No, he had been in the criminal world since he was a boy. So he knew that meeting Moriarty was like meeting the Queen of England.

"Oh c'mon now, don't give me that look, I like to meet the people who's going to be working for me for the rest of either of our lives."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Moran asked putting his hands on his hips, keeping his gun at reach.

"It's no use." As Moriarty said these words a red dot danced over Moran's heart. "See that?" Moriarty nodded towards the dot. "That's the guy you're going to replace. And trust me, he knows aaaaaaalllll about you. If it weren't for the fact that I'd boil him alive, he'd shot you right on spot."

"I believe you."

"Goooooood" Moriarty said in a sing-song like voice. "I was worried that I'd invest in the wrong product."

Moran clenched down his teeth. Product? That was a new one, and not one that he would like to get used to. "Just a piece of advice, don't let your pride get in the way. 'Cause trust me, it's awfully annoying to others, meaning me, and its a pain in the arse to try an get rid of later."

"Hey John!"

John Watson was on the 17 steps up to 221B when he heard Andrew Williams calling him. "Hey, need something?"

"Did you hear? Lestrade just called me and told me Flames was was dead!"

"Ironically enough, he burned to death, his penthouse apartment caught on fire. The fire department was able to control it so none of the other apartments caught on fire. All his fortunes are going to a Steve Carlsberg, his successor. The fire started by a bad electrical plug in the living room. We found his remains on his bed, we think, hope, he was asleep when he was killed. The fire went from the living room, to the kitchen and to the bedroom. The fire department was able to stop t before it went any further." Lestrade read off from the report file.

"So, it was just some kind of freak accident?" Andrew said when Lestrade was finished.

"Yeah-" Lestrade started but was cut off by John.

"No."

"No?" Andrew questioned. "No, someone knew we were getting close, I think this has to do with Moran."

"Moran? John-" Andrew began with a groan.

"No! Look! Every time we get close it seems this Moran is always there and one step ahead!"

"John...Maybe...Did you ever think that maybe you're just doing this to get some form of closure?"

"Closure!?"

"Yeah, I mean, ever since we've began it seems like everything has to do with this 'Sherlock'. I mean, this 'Moran' could just be one of Flames employees! Flames was a business man, and we heard him ourselves John! During his talk with Moran, he said they were going world wide! He's probably just a business partner!"

"A business partner who helps you kill people?"

"John, It's like you said! He's always seems to be one step ahead of you! It's probably just part of some business plan! we have no proof for any of this! I mean seriously! How do you explain it!"

"A mole!"

Andrew just shook his head, but mentally he was panicking. "Now you're just being ridiculous! Greg, are you seriously believing this!?"

Lestrade looked between the two men, it wasn't hard to figure out what was going on. John needs Andrew panicking into error. If Andrew panics, he'll do something dramatic, which could end up killing one of them, but Lestrade understood what it meant to serve under the law.

For Queen and Country.

"It does seem to be the only way it's possible. Listen, some of my men are still over there checking it out. Way doesn't you two go home and take a break for a few days. I'll call if we find anything."

Andrew was sitting on his couch in 221C, he had finished fixing up the place and was now simply resting. He knew he had to do it soon, they were getting too close. He, Andrew Jacob Williams, would have to kill one Dr. John Watson. But could he? Moran said that once he did, all he had to was contact him and they would protect him, lose the evidence and set him up someplace else.

This was it, he had to do it. He needed the money, his sister didn't tell him yet, but when he was staying there he saw the letter from her doctor explaining her medications, she had cancer. It could be treated, but it would be expensive.

It was his sisters life or his. If he didn't kill John he knew Moran would himself and kill Andrew as well.

He knew what he had to do.

John was sitting in 221B on his armchair reading his paper.

*Sigh*

John looked over at the armchair across from his. empty.

"Honestly John! Still haven't moved on yet? How pathetic, morning over me won't bring me back. By now you should know, you can't want something enough to get. Wanting will do nothing. Waiting will do nothing. Grieving will do nothing. Idiot."

"Yeah well, you're not doing much are you?" John cringed as soon as those words left his mouth. Talking to himself? Honestly, he was seriously loosing it.

*Creak*

John folded his paper and placed it next to him. He reached over and grabbed his gun. So now was the time, Andrew was finally showing his true colors. He should have expected it really, it was to good to be true. I mean, someone who looks almost EXACTLY like Sherlock and be willing to help them out on a case? He should have seen it coming sooner.

Still ever the idiot.

*Knock Knock Knock*

"Coming."

John arose and walked over to the door. Everything seemed to move in slow motion.

He could see it now, Andrew waiting behind the door with a gun. As soon as John opens the door Andrew points the gun straight in between his eyes. As John takes a step back, Andrew takes a step forward. Once their in the flat Andrew quietly shuts the door and says something about making it quick. Then Andrew will go on to say why he's going this, what story he has to 'justify' his actions, why John has to die. After that he might even go on to say what he'll do after he's killed John. Then finally he'll click the gun, and not being able to watch John as he's killing him, he'll ask him to close he's eyes. Then...BAM!

Maybe Mrs. Hudson will find his body, maybe the police will come after the neighbors call the police. Or perhaps after not going to work for a few more the clinic will call, then after a few more days someone will stop by and find his rotting corpse. Who knows? Maybe Lestrade will find him, then he'll hunt down Andrew, kill him, then continue hunting down Moran 'till the ends of the earth'.

John laughs at this, he can almost hear Sherlock saying 'How cliche!'

Well...Here goes...

John thought as he opened the door.