The Reichenbach falls

Moriarty sat on the roof, humming 'staying alive' to himself as he waited for his enemy to arrive. No doubt he had questions that Jim would be oh so willing to answer. He'd planned the game so Sherlock would really only have one choice.

He heard quiet footsteps behind him, and he turned the music off. 'Lovely day' he said, chuckling.

'Where's John?' Sherlock shouted, clearly unable to look after himself since John had gone as his bloodshot eyes, mismatched clothes and tangled hair showed.

Oh darling, he's fine. Probably masturbating to the thought of me p

Right now...' He knew this would set Holmes off, but oh how he loved pushing his buttons.

'Fuck off Jim. There's no way John would willingly do anything with you' Sherlock screeched, questioning the words as they left his mouth.

'Sherly darling, he's not coming back to you, ever, so deal with it'

Sherlock decided to leave it for now, and asked what he wanted

Jim gave him the choices

I have snipers trained on every one of your dear friends. 'Mrs Hudson, Mycroft, Molly'

#1 if you kill yourself now, your friends are saved and the snipers will leave

#2 I will kill you in a quick painless way, and your friends will be safe.

#3if you can find a solution to this, then you and everyone else lives.

'I added an extra, sherly'

#4 I burn the heart out of you

'I've been well informed that I don't have one' Sherlock responded.

'We all know that's not quite true, don't we? Or this would be easy'

I know, let's make it easier, the snipers will shoot in 5 minutes unless I call them off, and there's no chance of that, good luck'

'Wait wha-?' Sherlock jumped as a shot rang through his ears, he turned seeing Jim lying on the floor, his eyes glassy and a thick vast amount of blood exiting from a wound on his head.

Sherlock knew now he would have to die. To save his friends. He gulped down the sob he refused to let escape his lips. He climbed onto the roof ledge and looked down, a crowd was gathering and he knew he had no chance of getting out of this.

And he jumped.

A scream erupted as a woman spotted a falling man, just milliseconds away from hitting the pavement.

A great crack was heard and people ran to see who had committed suicide.

Moriarty stood up, and brushed off his Westwood suit. Now everyone thought he was dead and he was off the hook, and everyone thought sherly was dead...

Wait

He ran down the stairs towards the crowd on the road outside

He saw a bloodied up man being carried onto a stretcher, which confused him. Was this a decoy he had forgotten about? Then he saw it, Molly lying in the ground crying, next to her, the mattress to protect Sherlock's fall, which Jim had planned out, yet she was screaming and Jim realised why.

When Sherlock had seen Molly with the mattress, he'd thought that being saved would've got them all killed, so he jumped to the side and killed himself. 'So much for no heart' Jim muttered.

Jim held back sobs, knowing how much he meant to John.

He got in the car and sped away, wishing he hasn't tried to do something so clever without much planning.

What the fuck would john say?