A/N – Sorry it's been a while! This is the last chapter!

Before they set off Lestrade opens the glove box and pulls out a police radio. John looked at him for a moment.

'Why do you have one of them in your car?' John said nodding towards it.

'For occasions like this.' Lestrade turned it on and handed it John, who reluctantly placed it on his lap. Lestrade started to drive down the unusually quiet roads. 'There are back roads behind the pub. We'll start down there.'

Within minutes they were driving down a secluded back road, heading towards a large abandoned house. It may have only been minutes but for the two men it seemed like hours. One corner of the empty house had crumbled on the ground floor, making an entrance. From the car Lestrade noticed a small fire blazing. John noticed and went to jump out the car.

'No John, we need to let the rest of the police know.' Lestrade said causing John to stop from opening the door and sit back in his seat.

Lestrade reached over to the radio. 'Roughly 6 miles down back streets from The Volunteer. Large, worn down house. People likely to be present as a burning fire used as a light source, can't be seen from the sky. All units report immediately.'

John turned and looked at Lestrade looking for approval to leave. Lestrade reached over and grabbed a torch which was sitting on the floor near John's feet. He then nodded and they both darted out the car. Carefully, they crept through the entrance where the fire was. The car was parked a good distance from the house and was hidden by some trees.

Lestrade walked a small distance in front of John. It was fairly warm considering the only heat was coming from a number of different fires dotted around. It was too dark to see where they were going so Lestrade turned on the torch. Not that far away the sound of faint footsteps could be heard. Both of them walked through what looked like a main hall towards a smaller room. The room was bare apart from the odd bit of rubble.

After a second glance of the room, Lestrade shone the torch over a door. John looked warily at Lestrade as he put his hand on the handle. He heard a voice start to speak. A familiar one. Sherlock. Just as Lestrade turned the handle John shoved at the door and entered what was an exceptionally big garage.

'Company Mr Holmes?' said a voice far off in the distance. Sherlock looked towards Lestrade and John.

'I guess so, now are you going to come out of hiding?' Sherlock said turning back towards the mysterious voice. He quickly turned back snatching the torch out of Lestrade's hand. Raising the torch, he got it to shine over in the direction of the voice. A man was walking ever so slowly to a light switch.

'I can turn it on if you like.' The man just shrugged and flipped the switch. Justin.

The lights didn't make much of a difference as one of the bulbs blew leaving only one. Must have been an energy saving bulb. It only gave of a small amount of light.

'I was wrong. You did manage to find me. My employer was also right. You are as good as people say.' Justin just stood there staring at Sherlock. He turned and saw Lestrade and John walking slowly in from the entrance of the door. 'Yes, come in!' He said smirking. 'I see Jasmine has been blabbing. I told her how that story ends if she chose that option. Kids hey?'

'You won't be laying a finger on her sunshine.' Lestrade said.

'Oh really? Says the man who has to get Sherlock Holmes involved on nearly all his cases?' Lestrade looked down at the floor. 'That's what I thought.' Justin took a few more steps forward. 'It's so nice to finally meet you Mr Holmes. My employer was right. They said that this would probably happen. Sherlock Holmes, faking his own death.'

'Who are you and who is your employer?' Sherlock demanded.

'Oh you knew my employer. In fact, quite well.'

'Tell me!' Sherlock shouted. Justin put his hands in his pockets.

'It's nice to meet Dr Watson too. I'm surprised you didn't recognise my wife. After all, you have met her. In fact, your family.'

'Excuse me?' John said looking confused.

'Oh come on Dr Watson. She told me all about you. Your Dad left and married another woman when you were around two years old, was it?'

'Ho- How would she know that?' John stuttered looking towards Sherlock for answers. Sherlock looked defeated. He had no idea.

Justin began to speak again. 'Your Dad got married again, had another child. Ellie. Your half sister.'

'How do you know that? How did she know that?' John said raising his voice. It travelled around the room, echoing.

'Think back. Before you left for Afghanistan you met her. I'm surprised you didn't recognise your own sister lying dead before you.' He smiled towards John who was put his hands over his face.

Lestrade spoke this time. 'How do you know all this? Better yet, why?'

'Worked it all out yet Sherlock? Or has someone finally beaten you?' Justin did not answer Lestrade just looked towards Sherlock.

It was a few moments before he spoke. 'Your employer, wants me killed. He used you to marry John's half sister in order to get close to him. In order to find out about me. You didn't get married all that long ago. Fortunately for us, John had not spoken to his sister for years resulting in you having to kill her.'

'Pick you words a bit better Sherlock.' Lestrade muttered walking over to John and putting a comforting hand on his back.

'Very good.' Justin stated. 'Sooner or later Dr Watson would have got in contact with her it's just the game was being played to fast. All we could do was kille her. You were right about my employer wanting you killed. He won't be doing it personally though. I've been left in charge of that. One of the many things I have inherited.'

They all looked up towards Justin. John removed his hands from his face, Lestrade took his hand of John's back and Sherlock stood the same but with a slightly more shocked expression.

'Your employer is dead?' Sherlock asked.

'Yes. Any guesses who it may be?' Sherlock stood there and began to frown. 'Wise up Sherlock! I thought you were good at this!'

'If the employer is dead, how should I know who it is?'

'I said, you know them well! Many little games you two have played.' Sherlock looked at John and Lestrade for help. John shook his head and Lestrade shrugged. 'Want a clue?'

'Yes.'

'Yes what?' Justin said holding a hand to his ear.

'Please.' Sherlock spat like it was poison.

'Good boy.' he took his hand away from his ear. 'Your last game was played at St Bart's. On the roof to be precise.'

At that moment it clicked. Both John and Lestrade had become wide eyed. Sherlock tried not to show anything.

'Moriarty.' He whispered.

'Finally!' Justin shouted.

'You worked for Moriarty. I killed the last of his men. You can't have!'

Justin nodded. 'Yeah, I did work for him. You only killed his snipers. Oh and for the record Detective Inspector. My name isn't actually Justin Lucas. That's a weird name if you ask me. But then again, I did make it up.'

'What is your real name?' Lestrade piped up.

'Jeremy. Jeremy Moriarty. You can call me Jez.' Jus- Jeremy did that same smile. The same smile Jim Moriarty did after breaking in the Tower of London.

John edged closer to Lestrade and whispered. 'Where the hell is the back up you called?' Lestrade shrugged and John moved away slightly.

'Brothers. One year younger than him.' Jez smiled shaking his head. 'We're not too different Sherlock, you and I. Our older brothers having more power than us. Knowing how to work our brains unlike no one else. No offence.' He put his hand up towards John and Lestrade.

'None taken.' Lestrade muttered, sarcastically.

'Only difference really is that I was closer to my brother than you are to yours.'

'We're not at all alike.' Sherlock spat back.

'Believe what you wish Mr Holmes. See Dr Watson, families are meant to be close. If only you were closer to Ellie she wouldn't be dead. All your fault.'

'Even if John had been close, you still would have probably killed her!' Sherlock said.

'Good point.' He put his hands back in his pockets of his trousers. He wore a suit similar to Jim's. He then sighed. 'I'm bored of all this chit chatting. Might kill you lot now.' Jez said so casually it made Sherlock smirk.

'Your unarmed. I killed the snipers. How are you going to do it?' Sherlock said, still smirking.

'You've seen the little fires dotted around? I know some people who aren't really keen on living. They are going to add a bit of petrol and BOOM! Up in smoke for you guys!' Jez was walking over to Sherlock he was nearly face to face. 'Can't wait to see you dead.' Sherlock was taller than Jez, so he looked up towards the consulting detective.

'I've worked with Jim for years. I know how to handle this sort of thing. I was his main man.'

'You were in charge of most of the killings then?' John asked.

'Yes. Stop trying to buy time! All I've got to do is click my fingers and walk out, the only safe way there is.' Just as Jez said that, Lestrade was standing, silently, behind Jez. He snatched the torch out of Sherlock's hand and smacked Jez across the head. He lay on the floor unconscious. Just then blue lights could be seen through some cracks in the wall.

'Just in time to take him away.' Lestrade said pleased with himself.

'Like something you see in the movies.' John pointed out. He and Lestrade walked out to grab the other officers. Sherlock stayed put and leant down towards Jez.

'You haven't got long to get out of here, if you don't want to get caught. If you do get out, I only have one thing to say. The game with you Jeremy Moriarty, has only just begun.' Sherlock whispered before getting up. He walked out of the house back outside to were at least a hundred different officers from different units were dotted around.

He stood and looked up at the night sky, smiling. Lestrade and John walked over to Sherlock. Some officers headed into the building to retrieve Jeremy.

'Case closed Sherlock. Life will finally be a lot more peaceful.' Lestrade said.

'For the meantime. Sherlock will just get caught up in something else.' John pointed out. They both laughed.

'I'm sure whatever he gets mixed up in in the future will not be with anyone like the Moriarty brothers. They are one of a kind!'

'Yeah, your right!' They both laughed again. Sherlock just smiled at them.

One of the youngest officers came sprinting out of the house.

'Sir!' He sprinted towards Lestrade. The smile faded from his face and concern covered it.

'What is it?'

'Jeremy Moriarty, he's not in there!'

'What do you mean not in there?' Lestrade frowned.

'I think you'll find he is trying to say he has gone. Jez Moriarty, is out on the loose.' Sherlock said. The smile had gone from his face. Even after what he said before leaving Jeremy, he wasn't actually expecting him to escape. He was knocked out cold.

The end.

A/N – Sorry! Another authors note! Just to say, I may write a sequel story to this one day but only if you guys want one! :)