john sat in the chair with a heavy sigh, resting his cane against it. he looked at the young boy in front of him and smiled.

"thank you again, doctor watson, for agreeing to this interview." he said.

"thought it was time to come out with a story about that tedious man." he said, getting a small laugh from the boy.

"so, where do you want to start?" the boy asked, flipping open his spiral and taking a pen out of his shirt pocket.

"let's start with the case. we recived a text from an unknown number, and from there we traced it."

sherlock sat at the desk, typing quickly as he was close to tracking where the number was sent from while john was working with mycroft in the kitchen.

"traced it." sherlock announced as he stood up, picking the laptop up. he walked into the kitchen and switched it out for his brother's laptop, starting the next task of the tracking.

"that's the pool. the pool where we met moriarty." john said and looked up at sherlock.

sherlock nodded and set mycroft's laptop down on the table, showing the other men the cctv. "he's back."

both mycroft and john's faces went blank as they watched the cctv of moriarty walking around the tube station.

"we spent endless nights and days, looking for jim."

"did you find him?"

"questions later."

"right."

"now at the time, my daughter was a big help. she had the fresh set of ideas out of us lot."

"dad, look." rosie said as she traced something out on the map that was pinned to the wall. both sherlock and john stopped what they were doing as they watched their daughter. "it's a web." she said as she stepped off the sofa. "like dad said when he went to court, jim moriarty is a spider; a spider at the centre of a web."

sherlock stepped up and looked at the map closer. "a criminal web with a thousand threads and he knows precisely how each and every single one dances." sherlock said, quoting himself. "the lines connect to each homeless network, creating a web and in the center," he said and took the marker from rosie, "is the boss." he said and marked in the center of the web. "the london eye."

john went over to the desk and opened his laptop. "this got left on the website." he said and showed them the laptop. "it's in greek, i have no idea what is says. i did put it in a translator and it says something about the london eye."

"so that's who was behind the terroist attack?"

"what did i say?"

"sorry, sir."

"we got in contact with him and met him at the pool."

john put a vest on under his shirt, handing one to sherlock. "don't need it."

"sherlock. we don't know who this is. you can't talk them out of it." john said and nudged the detective with the vest. "put the damn thing on." he said and shoved it into his chest before walking out to the landing.

sherlock rolled his eyes and set the vest on the table, heading out of the flat behind john.

they reached the pool, both of them staying close to one another while mycroft and rosie were watching through the cameras. the door swung open and a boy appear, in his mid twenties and looked like moriarty, but it wasn't. he walked around the pool and stood a few feet in front of john and sherlock with that shit eating grin that moriarty always had.

"thought i was my dad, didn't you?" he asked. there was no irish accent, just a posh british one. his hair was more brown then black and he had those dark eyes. "well, he shot himself. remember that sherlock?" he asked and walked closer. "i wasn't raised by my mother, she didn't want me, but i was raised by his best sniper." he said and looked around the pool. "oh sebastian!" he sang, rolling onto the balls of his feet.

the tall blond appeared from where the short brunette did, with a gun in his hand. he smirked and walked over to the boy, standing next to him.

"all my life i heard about the bastard sherlock holmes and his idiot side kick doctor watson." the boy said. "seb has been waiting to get you back for twenty five years, ya know?"

the blond grinned, staring at sherlock. he raised the gun, cocking it as he pointed it at sherlock.

john pulled the gun out from the back of his jeans and cocked it, pointing it at sebastan.

"looks like we've got a show down." seb grinned. "evan, show them." he said, gaining eye contact with john, seeing the fury in his eyes. 

evan grinned and pulled a small remote out of his pocket, showing john and sherlock. "take him down and i'll take all of us down." he said and put his thumb over the button.

"sherlock." john said and glanced at sherlock quickly then put his focus on the two.

"rosie, now!" sherlock shouted.

there was a beeping noise then it got faster and right before everything went up, sherlock and john dove into the pool. the side of the building went up, blowing chunks into the pool. john and sherlock came out when the coast was clear.

"you alright?" john asked sherlock as he watched him climb out of the pool.

sherlock nodded, taking his drenched coat off. he turned and looked at john with that "i told you i'd be fine i'm always right" smile, then it happened. there was a bang and his body fell back into the pool. john looked over and saw sebastian on the other side of the pool, holding himself as he leaned against the wall, gun in hand. the door opened and their was another gun shot, but john didn't care. he swam under the water and grabbed the detective quickly, pulling him above the water then lifting him onto the ledge of the pool. he climbed out as rosie ran over to them, getting down next to sherlock and checking his pulse. john found the wound and put pressure on it, tapping sherlock's cheek.

"sherlock, love, wake up," john said calmly.

sherlock's eyes opened slightly and he smiled up at john, then turned his head to the crying girl. "i love you," he forced out. "i love both of.. you." he stuggled.

"hold on, hold on. they'll be here soon, dad." rosie cried softly.

sherlock used all his force and held rosie's hand then looked back at john. "it's been a good run." he said hoarsly, closing his eyes again.

john cupped sherlock's cheek, rubbing it. "hang on, love." he said, tears rolling down his cheeks. "they're almost here, just hang on."

sherlock opened his eyes the best he could, trying to hang on, but he couldn't. his eyes fluttered shut again and john caught the last glimpse of the eyes, feeling his last breath.

john rested his head on sherlock's chest, crying into it as rosie stood up. the paramedics came in, and both rosie and john looked at them. they walked over to them with the gurny, watching them.

"we have to get his body." one of them said to john.

john nodded and stood up, staring down at the beautiful man that was now dead on the ground. he stepped back and let them lift the lifeless body onto the gurny, then walked next to it as they pushed it through the rubble, taking him outside. there were reporters and news vans every where, talking about what just happened. once they saw john, they started asking him questions.

"so that's what really happened?" the boy across from john asked.

john nodded. "sherlock didn't die from the explosion, sebastian moran shot him." he sighed and looked at the picture on the mantal of him and sherlock together on their wedding day.

"hey, dad." rosie said as she walked into the house. "hey patrick." she smiled at the boy in the chair, going over to the two. "you two done?" she asked.

john nodded. "he's got everything."

"thanks again for the interview, it means a lot." patrick smiled at john as he stood up.

"well you are marrying my daughter, so think of it as an early wedding gift." john said.

rosie laughed. "i'll be by lunch tomorrow, will you be okay for dinner?" she asked her dad.

john nodded. "go on, i'll whip up something." he smiled at the young couple. "and don't forget to be very clear about the words i used to descirbe that idiot."

"i won't." patrick laughed softly. he grabbed his coat as rosie walked over to john.

"are you sure you'll be okay?" she asked.

john nodded. "yes, i'll be fine. i've been living here for the past fifteen years, i think i'll survive another night."

rosie smiled, loving to hear that her father still had his sass. "don't forget to take your meds." she said and kissed her father's cheek. "i'll see you tomorrow." she said then left with patrick.

john sighed and looked around the house. he grabbed his cane and stood up, making his way over to the mantle piece and looking at the wedding picture closer. he smiled at the two young men in the picture, feeling sherlock's ring under his jumper that was on his dog tags. he limped to the patio door, sliding it open then walking out onto the patio, sitting down in a chair and facing the setting sun, smiling as he thought about the times with sherlock. the happy times that he never forgot. no matter how much of his memory was falling apart.