"So if that's all, what's with all the bombs- Oh, I see. Moriarty wasn't just your boss. Hmm...Never took him for the type...But then again...He was gay."

"Times up."

*Click*

John's whole body went ridge, waiting for the blast that would surely kill him. If he was honest, he had expected something like this to happen, he was drawn to danger like a moth to fire. So it didn't surprise him when it was danger that would be the death of him.

Sherlock's eyes began to widen, even before when he was dealing with Moriarty he had always finished in time. Getting the criminal to talk usual made them slip up; gave something away Sherlock could work with. It didn't matter, now that he thought about it there was nothing to do. All he could do was wait for the boom.

Moran froze in place and eyes widen in panic.

He didn't understand, he was positive he had connected the bomb to the control right. He pressed the button again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

In the corners of his eyes, Moran could see both Sherlock and John's head snap up finally grasping what had happened.

"No." Moran said as shook the control and presses the button down even harder.

"NO!" He roared as he tried to find some other way to blow up the bomb. He scanned the room in search for the rifle he had hid in one of the bookcases. Sherlock took the opportunity to begin freeing John.

"Hold still, I'll have you out in a second." He whispered as he freed John from his bonds.

"Sherlock." John said in a quiet voice.

"Yes John?"

"When I'm free, run."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to kill you."

Sherlock smirked as he grabbed John by his bicep and helped him stand up. John stood shaking and leaned on Sherlock as they made their way out of the room. From Sherlock's side pocket he pulled out his cell phone and send out a text to one of men standing outside waiting for the signal.

Outside of the library, DI Greg Lestrade sat next to Donavon in the back of a vehicle they had been forced into by a man in a black suit. They were being taken outside of the area to a small 'base' area they had set up. There they would be looked over by a doctor and then questioned.

Lestrade turned around to look back towards the library. He saw a group of man huddled together coming out the front doors just the whole building exploded.

They were lucky, according to one of a firefighter who had been brought on stand-by said that the bomb was just weak enough so it only did the real damage to the library itself and minimum damage to anything just outside the perimeter of the library.

John's first instinct was to look over towards Sherlock to make sure he was still in one piece. Never mind any damage, cuts, bruises; he just wanted to know if the idiot was still put together.

Once the doctor inside of him was satisfied that Sherlock was still alive, the soldier in him took over.

Sherlock turned towards his friend with a bright smile beaming on his face. Both Moriarty's and Moran's webs were gone and anyone left was currently being dealt with. He had managed to rid of Moriarty and keep John safe. Both he and John were still alive, they had survived. Maybe now he could-

Sherlock's world turn on its side as his head hit the pavement. Sudden pain bloomed on both sides of his face; one from hitting the ground, the other from being hit by John's fist. He slowly rose from the ground and looked over at his friend.

Uh oh.

"Care to explain anything, Sherlock?!"

"I believe we both owe our thanks to William Andrew. Yes, he betrayed you, but it was he who cut the wires inside of the remote control that Moran had hooked up to the bomb.

"You know what I mean, smart arse."

Sherlock let out a sigh, he had expected this. His explanation to John, he owed it to him. During his time abroad he had imaged different scenarios. He had imaged happier ones where John broke down and hugged him, or where John lost it completely and beat him until his rage ran its course. But then there were the more painful ones where John completely ignored him and went on with his life without Sherlock.

But no matter what happened, Sherlock owed it to John to tell him the truth.

"Perhaps it would be best if we wait until the medics finish looking us over?"

John stared hard at Sherlock, after battering around a few ideas in his head he looked around to see exactly where they were. He realized that he knew which street they were on and a coffee shop a few blocks down.

"Alright, just listen Sherlock and don't say a word. We are both going to be looked over by the medics. After they finish and give us the okay to leave we're going to go over to that coffee shops a few blocks over and we're both going to order something. Once we both have our orders we're going to take a seat in a quiet area where we can talk. Then you are going to tell where the hell you've been the last six months, and how the hell you're still alive. What happens next? We'll cross that bridge once we get there, alright?"

Sherlock only nodded in response.

The next few hours were a blur of check-ups and questions. One after another doctors, nurses, offers, all asking 'What happened?' 'How did you know Moran?' 'Are you feeling any pain?' 'Where exactly did the explosion come from?' 'And how does this feel?'. By the time they were finished with him he felt like shooting the next person to question him on anything.

As the crowd of people finally departed from him and he was giving an 'okay' to leave, Sherlock scanned over the area searching for his blogger. He finally spotted John speaking with a young assistant who obviously an intern was working towards getting a medical degree.

At first Sherlock thought that John might be giving her pointers. He could remember many times when during a case John would give pointers to a new member of the medical team. But as Sherlock looked over at the pair he realized that the girl was laughing and beginning to blush. Sherlock's eyes narrowed as he began deducing the girl.

He watched as she brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ears and occasionally looks away from John only to redirect her eyes and stare into his eyes. He counted in his as she fixed her skirt for the third and how she kept her hands away from her stomach, trying to show off the fact that she recently lost five- no six pounds.

Then Sherlock looked over towards John, he watched as John repeatedly scratched the back of his head. He followed John's eyes as they raked over the young woman's body and then return to staring into her eyes.

They were flirting.

Same old John Watson Sherlock thought as he let out an annoyed sigh. He let them continue on talking for another few minutes. His annoyance finally reached it's peek and he strolled to where they stood.

He turned his head only for a second and saw Sherlock walking over towards him.

Ah, it was finally time,

Once Sherlock reached where he John was, John gave Sherlock single nod and turned back to say goodbye to his friend.

"Well, I gotta go; I'll see you Friday, alright?"

"Oh, yeah sure. Bye John!"

"Bye Mary!"

A/N: So there's probably going to be one more chapter. Regarding the last chapter I can honestly say that i have no idea what the hell happened. I've been multitasking lately and I think I got my stores mixed up. So i went back to the last chapter, fixed and polished it up. So if you reread the last chapter it might help to make this chapter more sense. I completely forgot about the whole 'fake gun' thing and just remembered the Moran was holding a gun and went from there.

So I apologize and would also like to thank all my readers! I will be going back and betaing (if that's a word) the previous chapters and then rebooting this story. I went to beta it before but school/friends/family problems came up and I now feel seriously bad.

Thanks again!

~The Consulting Panda