"Evening." John said simply.

Sherlock and Alex didn't move. Sherlock stole a glance at Alex and knew that she knew nothing about this. John smirked at Sherlock.

"This is a turn-up, isn't it, Sherlock?" John said.

"John..." Sherlock started. "What the hell..."

"Bet you never saw this coming." John said.

Sherlock looked crushed. The only friend he'd ever had besides Alex and Redbeard...and he'd been duped. The great Sherlock Holmes, duped. Sherlock turned to Alex.

"Did you know about this?" He asked harshly.

"No!" Alex said. "I swear it on Redbeard's life!"

"You better not be lying." Sherlock said.

"I'm not!" Alex said. She turned to John. "You better start talking!"

"What would you like me to make him say next?" John asked, pulling open his coat to reveal bombs tied all around him. Alex gasped.

"NO!" She screamed.

"Quiet." Sherlock said.

"Gottle of geer, gottle of geer, gottle of geer." John repeated. "Gottle-"

"Stop it." Sherlock said, talking to the bomber.

"Nice touch this, the pool." John said. "Where little Carl died. I stopped him. I can stop John Watson too. Stop his heart."

"Who are you?" Sherlock asked.

The door at the other end of the pool opened. John, Sherlock, and Alex instantly turned towards it. A man was peeking out from behind it.

"I gave you my number. I thought you might call." He said.

"Hey, I just met you! And this is crazy! But here's my num-" Alex started.

"Just for one second, can you be quiet?" Sherlock whispered.

A man stepped out, dressed in a neat suit. He was walking slowly. He looked familiar. Alex felt a sense of deja vu when she looked at him. She felt as if she had seen him before.

"Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?" The man asked.

"Both." Sherlock smirked, pulling out John's gun.

"Jim Moriarty. Hi!" Moriarty said. "Jim? Jim from the hospital?"

"I knew it! I knew I'd seen you before!" Alex said.

"Smart, that one. And stunningly beautiful too." Moriarity nodded to Alex. "But, back on topic. Did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then I suppose, that was rather the point."

Sherlock noticed a small, bead of red light on John's chest. He glanced at Moriarty and then behind him and Alex.

"Don't be silly, someone else is holding the rifle." Moriarty said. "I don't like getting my hands dirty. I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world. I'm a specialist, you see. Like you."

"Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lover's nasty sister? Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to dissapear to South America?" Sherlock quoted. Moriarty grinned.

"Just so!" He said.

"A consulting criminal." Sherlock breathed. "Brilliant!"

"Isn't it?" Moriarty said. "No one ever gets to me. And no one ever will."

"I did." Sherlock said, clicking his gun.

"You've come the closest." Moriarty said. "Now you're in my way."

"Thank you." Sherlock said.

"I didn't mean it as a compliment." Moriarty said.

"Yes you did." Sherlock said.

"Ok, yeah, I did." Moriarty shrugged. Then in singsong, "But the flirting's over Sherlock, Daddy's had enough now! I've shown you what I can do. I cut loose all those people, all those problems, even 30 million quid just to get you to come out and play. So take this as a friendly warning, my dear: Back off."

"Don't touch him." Alex growled.

"Although, I have loved this, this little game of ours, playing Jim from IT, playing gay." Moriarty said. "Did you like the little touch with the underwear?"

"People have died." Alex said.

"That's what people DO!" Moriarty yelled. Alex jumped back. Moriarty grinned at her. "You said that, remember?"

"I remember very clearly." Alex said.

"Leave her out of this." Sherlock said. "I will stop you."

"No, you won't." Moriarty said.

"You alright?" Sherlock asked John. John didn't say a word.

"You can talk, Johnny boy, go ahead." Moriarty said.

"Get away from my brother!" Alex said. John just nodded.

"Take it." Sherlock said, handing out the missile plans. He still hadn't lowered the gun.

"Oh, that! The missile plans." Moriarty said, taking the memory stick. He kissed it. "Boring! I could have gotten them anywhere!"

He threw them in the pool. John ran up, all his years of military training coming back. He jumped on Moriarty the way Alex had jumped on the Golem, except he was able to stand on his toes. Alex hadn't been able to stand at all.

"Sherlock, Alex, run!" John said.

"O-ho!" Moriarty laughed. "Good! Very good!"

"If your sniper pulls the trigger, Mr. Moriarty, then we both go up." John said threatenly.

"Isn't he sweet?" Moriarty said. "I can see why you like having him around, but people do get so sentimental about their pets. They're so touchingly loyal. But...oops! You've rather shown your hand there, Dr. Watson." 

A bead of red light appeared on Sherlock and Alex's head. John's face turned ghostly white. He let go of Moriarty and held his hands up.

"Gotcha!" Moriarty said. He brushed his suit off and gestured to it. "Westwood. Do you know what happens if you don't leave me alone, Sherlock, to you?"

"Oh, let me guess." Sherlock said, pretending to think. "I get killed."

"Kill you? No, don't be obvious. I mean, I'm gonna kill you anyway someday." Moriarty said. "I don't want to rush it though. I'm saving it up for something special. No, no, no, no. If you don't stop prying I'll burn you. I'll burn the heart out of you."

"I have been reliably informed that I don't have one." Sherlock said.

"But we both know that's not quite true." Moriarty said, looking at Alex and John. He checked his watch. "Well! I'd better be off! So nice, though, to have had a proper chat."

"What if I was to shoot you now, right now?" Sherlock asked.

"Then you'd be able to cherish the look of surprise on my face." Moriarty said, making his eyebrows go up, his eyes wide, and his mouth into an "o" shape. "Cause I'd be surprised, Sherlock. Really, I would. And just a teensy bit...dissapointed. And of course, you wouldn't be able to cherish it for very long. Ciao, Sherlock Holmes."

"Catch you...later." Sherlock said. 

"No, you won't!" Moriarty said in sing-song.

The door closed. Alex rushed over to John and tried to rip off the jacket with the bombs attatched, but Sherlock stopped her. He started taking it off more carefully. 

"All right?" Sherlock asked John. John didn't say a word, just breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you all right?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." John nodded. "Sherlock, Sherlock!"

Sherlock ripped the jacket off and slid it away from them, and also well away from the pool. Sherlock ran out of the room to make sure Moriarty was gone. John stumbled to the wall and gripped it. He sat down.

"Oh, Christ!" He said.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Alex asked.

"I'm sure." John nodded.

"Come here." Alex said. She hugged John tightly. Sherlock came back in the room. He scratched the back of his head with the gun.

"Are you okay?" John asked.

"Me? Yeah, fine, fine, fine." Sherlock said. He was truly shaken though. He had almost lost John. "That, uh, thing that you did, uh, offered to do, that was, um...that was good." 

"I'm glad no one saw that." John said.

"Hm?" Sherlock said.

"You ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool." John explained. "People might talk."

"Do people do anything else?" Alex asked.

They chuckled nervously and John started to get up. As he looked down, he saw another bead of red light on his chest. Alex noticed one on her and Sherlock. The door opened as Moriarty walzted back in.

"Sorry, guys! I'm sooo changeable!" He said. "It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't. I would try to convince you, but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind!"

Sherlock turned around, holding the gun back up. "Probably my answer has crossed yours."

Sherlock moved the gun down so it was pointing at the bomb. Alex looked at John and held his hand tightly. Moriarty cracked his neck. He grinned. A smirk played on Sherlock's lips. 

Suddenly, the song "Staying Alive" started to play. Sherlock looked around, John did the same, and Alex started giggling in spite of what had happened. Moriarty sighed and rolled his eyes. Alex deducted that it must be his cell phone.

"Do you mind if I get that?" He asked.

"Go ahead, please." Sherlock said. "You've got the rest of your life."

Moriarty answered the phone. "Hello? Yes, of course it is, what do you want?"

He mouthed a "Sorry," to Sherlock, who sarcastically mouthed, "Oh, it's fine," back. Alex bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

"SAY THAT AGAIN!" Moriarty yelled. Alex jumped. "Say that again, and know that if you're lying to me, I will find you and I will skin you. Wait."

Moriarty covered the phone. He walked foreward and Sherlock clicked the gun. 

"Sorry. Wrong day to die." Moriarty said.

"No. Did you get a better offer?" Sherlock asked.

"You'll be hearing from me, Sherlock." Moriarty said. He put the phone back up to his ear as he walked out of the pool. "So, if you have what you say you have, I will make you rich. If you don't, I'll make you into shoes."  

He snapped his fingers, and the red lights were gone. They were silent for a couple of seconds, trying to process what had just happened.

"What happened there?" John asked.

"Someone changed his mind." Sherlock said.

"The question is, who changed his mind?" Alex said. Sherlock nodded.

"Let's go." He said.

Alex helped her brother get up. They went outside and hailed a cab. Alex rested her head on Sherlock's shoulder. 

"You okay?" Sherlock asked.

"I was scared I was going to lose John." Alex said. "John?"

"What?" John said.

"I love you." Alex said.

"I love you too, sis." John said. 

"You're staying on the couch where I can keep an eye on you. No exceptions." Alex said. She turned back to Sherlock before John could protest. "So, the game is over, I guess."

"The game is never over, Alex." Sherlock said. "That's the great thing about it. It just goes on and on."

When they got back to the flat, John took a sleeping pill and then went and laid down on the couch. He was asleep shortly. Alex watched him from his chair. Sherlock sat across from her.

"Sherlock?" Alex said. 

"Hm?" Sherlock said.

"Were you scared back there?" Alex asked.

"A little." Sherlock said.

"Sure. You were just as scared as I was." Alex said.

"Alright." Sherlock sighed. "I was pretty scared."

"I knew it." Alex said. 

"You can sleep, you know. I can keep watch." Sherlock said.

"It's already one in the morning." Alex said. "I don't think I'm gonna get any sleep tonight. I'll take a nap tomorrow."

"Okay." Sherlock nodded. 

They both watched John's sleeping form intently, making sure that no one would break into the flat. For now, they didn't have a single thing going on.

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