"It's fake."

Out of all the things he could have said, neither Sherlock nor Moran had expected him to say that. While Sherlock was still trying to figure out what was a fake (Was he talking about my death? Strange last words. Was this not Moran? Another 'look-a-like?) Moran looked more furious.

"What?!"

"You're gun." John explained, "It's a fake, I carry a gun on my pretty much every day, I know I fake gun when I see one."

"Now why on earth would I do that? You do know I was sent to kill you, that was my last command, kill you if the detective lives. Now I'm here to finish the job, so tell me Doctor, why would I have a fake gun?"

"I've been studying you...*cough*...And your group, I survived a bullet once, why not again? No, you need to make sure that there is no way we survive. That's way you chose this place…..*cough*….. I'm not sure what you've done, but you've got something bigger. That's the one thing Moriarty rubbed off on you, you loooooove being dramatic."

Sherlock couldn't decided what was more upsetting, that he would have to call for the backup or that John was completely flat-out ignoring his existence. He understood of course, John just found out his best friend was still alive and at the same time his live is being threatened, all emotions had to be pushed away and dealt with later, if there was a later.

Moran's smile widen into a shark-like smile. "Very good pet, it seems your time with Holmes wasn't a complete waste."

Maybe John would have made a witty reply, made Sherlock would have made some clever deduction. But both their minds went blank when Moran delivered a kick to John's stomach. "I'll tell you what Holmes; go ahead a call up your backup. Hell, call that DI friends of yours, I'll keep Watson here with me until you return. You have 30 minutes to find that bombs, yes I planted more than one, and if you find them all, and defuse them, I'll let you leave with your pet, I'll even walk out nicely with the coppers."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, "Why? There has to be some catch, you wouldn't give everything up that easily."

"You can't leave this building, and only two other people are allowed to enter. You're allowed to search this room if you want to, you and whatever two people you choose. But if anyone tries anything on me or Dr. Watson..."

Moran pulled out another gun from his waist. "And this one ain't fake."

"30 minutes?"

"Yup, as soon as you leave this room."

"And I can bring two other people in to help me?"

"Yup, but if any of them tries to cheat, well, I'm sure you get the picture."

Sherlock pulled out his phone and turned to walk out of the room.

"Hello, Lestrade."

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"I need you to come down to-"

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"Sherlock Holmes, it's only been a matter of months, don't tell me you've forgotten about me already?"

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"Obviously."

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"Yes, oh and bring one of your least annoying men."

"So tell me Dr. Watson, did you know that Holmes was alive the whole time? Who am I kidding, of course you did! I mean, from what my men told even his brother knew! I had to admit, you all had me fooled for quite some time! It really was embarrassing when I realized that Flames was actually right."

John stayed silent; he knew what Moran was trying to do. If he were honest, it was working. I mean seriously, what person makes their best friend watch their death? Oh god, he probably watched his own funeral. And what the hell had he been doing this whole time? Taking secret cases and-.

No, best give him the benefit of the doubt, I mean, for him to fake his death he must have had a reasonable explanation…..Oh hell with it! This was Sherlock he was talking about! He took the Tube home covered in blood once! He even admitted to talking with a skull!

John could just see it now, 'everyone was being so boring John! Thinking I had hired Moriarty and all, it's all been so dull! Why couldn't everyone just see! Obviously I faked my death!'

Oh god and Sherlock probably had known about the look-a-like since day one. And what about those first few days after Sherlock's death, when John was so depressed he wouldn't eat? Sherlock must have had quite a laugh!

No no, benefit of the doubt, remember Watson, he probably has some ridiculous and crazy excuse for all of it. And until John heard it he wasn't going to start excusing-

Oh hell he already had.

John's thoughts were interrupted by laughter. He looked up and saw Moran was laughing. "You're a riot Dr. Watson! I didn't even have to say much and I can see just by the look on your face what you're thinking! Moriarty would have loved you! I can't believe he didn't mess with you more! You're so painfully loyal! Even though your friend betrayed you you're still trying to make up excuses for him!"

Sherlock wasted no time in beginning his search for the bombs. He started off at the main desk so he could look there and wait there for when DI Lestrade arrived.

He didn't have to wait too long till a police car pulled up. Sherlock went over to the door and saw Lestrade and...I thought I said LEAST annoying! LEAST meaning the exact opposite of MOST which is exact what they are!

"Sherlock Holmes you'd had better have a damn good explanation!"

"Ah! Lestrade, it's been too long! No time to waste, we've got-"

*SMACK*