Cold Obsidian Eyes

by johnsarmylady

London, after Moriarty's attempt to take over the country, is left in the hands of ruthless and power hungry gangs. Sherlock Holmes, scientist, found himself kidnapped, rescued, and dragged into the fight by a stranger and his unusual band of followers. But Sherlock has a secret that could spell death for all of them. An AU told in 221B format. Rated M for later themes.

124. Turning the Tables

For a moment there was a stunned silence in the room, and then Dimmock slowly bent and placed his gun on the floor.

"Kick it over to Sherlock. Anyone else with weapons I suggest you do the same, slowly and carefully." John's eyes never moved from where they were locked onto Moriarty's. "And please don't underestimate my willingness to shoot Mr Moriarty here, at this range I certainly won't miss."

Reluctantly Dimmock nodded to the hired help, and two knives and a cudgel were placed on the floor and kicked towards the younger man.

"Now, unlock those cuffs and remove the belt from around the lad's neck."

Dimmock threw the key to Greg, who caught it one-handed and unlocked first Sally's wrist, then his own. Sally rubbed her wrist then slid along the floor to check that Kallie and Sammy were okay.

Moriarty let his eyes wander across to Sherlock and he sneered.

"So you're the brilliant Sherlock Holmes, have you figured out how to separate the drug yet?"

"Leave him out of this conversation Moriarty, especially as I'm still standing holding a loaded gun to your head." John snapped.

"Oh come now Doctor Watson, you really must learn to share your friends."

"How the hell do you know my name?"

"Because I told him." Came a familiar voice from behind