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Disclaimer: All characters belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
"Tell me Ms. Adler, did you enjoy the little game we played?"
He cocked the pistol in her direction, pulling back the safety guard ever so slightly.
"-Because I fear it is about to end very soon."
She stood in front of Sherlock, even though Moran had his own pistol trained on him.
Her mind was reeling, scrambling to find an alternative, a solution, anything but this...
A smile blossomed across her face. "James, darling," she walked with swaying hips, "le-"
"Do not play coy with me! I've had enough of your excuses."
She stopped.
"I am not here to give you an excuse. However," she reached into her sleeve, extracting a single, delicate vial.
"You need this as much as I do," she said, her voice dripping with conviction. "And if you hurt him, I will smash it on the floor."