Bill had returned about three hours later. He mentioned that some of the homeless network had seen a guy with a sniper walk into a certain building. So that's exactly why me, Sherlock, John and Bill were silently sneaking into the building where people had witnessed this 'guy' carrying a sniper into the old building, which had construction equipment everywhere as it was being re-built. I dug my hands into my pockets and tried to walk as quiet as I can, following Sherlock who gripped the gun that was in his coat pocket. We hear a noise of someone tripping over a plastic box and snapped our heads around. 

Billy looked at the box and then back to us, holding his hands up slightly, "Sorry."

I'm pretty sure we all pulled the same, annoyed facial expression at him before turning around and carried on walking forward. I silently walk towards Sherlock's side, keeping my voice in a low whisper.

"This is to easy." I whispered, keeping my gaze ahead of us. 

"I know it is," Sherlock replied, "Either he's gotten stupid or this is a trap, that he wants us to find him."

"...Right." I nodded, not feeling so reassured. We carried on walking until we heard the faint muffle of cries. Quickly, we all lean against the wall. Sherlock peeks his head around the corner slightly, trying to see where the sound was coming from.

"Sherlock?" John whispers, his head leaning forward to see him, "What do you see?"

"I see him." Sherlock spits, his voice laced with venom. John sighs and leans his head back against the wall, closing his eyes breifly to think.

"...Okay. Do you see Mary or Mrs Hudson?"

"Yes, he's watching them."

"Then what are we watching for?"

"This could be a trap."

"We need to get Mary and-"

"I know you're here, boys."

John stops talking, and my breathing gets trapped by the lump that formed in my throat. His voice so much, much softer than I expected. He didn't even sound angry, or happy, or anything. He just sounded... Emotionless.

I finally gulp. Me, John and Bill look at Sherlock for him to do something. Sherlock exhales, then takes out his gun, walking out from the corner and exposing himself to the man that spoke to us. John decides to follow him, his fists tightened in a ball. Me and Bill look at each other, and he shrugs his shoulders slightly, still unsure. I sigh, then me and Bill follow them both, reveling ourselves to the man Sherlock hated the most.

"Nice meeting you all again," Moriarty says, not even looking. He turns his head around to glance at us, staring at me and Bill with big, puppy eyes, "I like your new pets."

Moriarty stood there, his hands behind his back and he stood in front of Mary and Mrs Hudson. They were tied up on chairs by metal chains, with a cloth tied around their mouths so they couldn't speak. Mrs Hudson had dry tears and dry mascara under her eyes, where as Mary just looked angry. 

"We're going to get you out." John speaks up, staring at Mary and Mrs Hudson, "I promise."

"Oh, don't be so sure about that." Moriarty finally smiles, moving his feet until hes close enough to Sherlock. He stares into Sherlock's eyes, and doesn't even move his head as he moves his eyes to look down at the gun in Sherlock's hands, "I see you missed me, huh?"

"How did you survive?" Sherlock questions, his eyes not moving from Moriarty. Moriarty smiles, then reaches his hand up and brushes it against Sherlock's shoulder, as if he was brushing off some dust. He then backs away, standing in front of the two hostages again.

"Did you like the game? It was nice and easy, even John could have figured it out by himself. What was there now? I talked to that kid Joe, I helped Erin- he was a lovely chap. I texted Janine, hoping it would cause some strife but obviously that didn't go to plan." He raises his eyebrow and shrugged, like he was saying 'oh well.' "I got myself caught on CCTV. Kidnapped Mrs Hudson and Mary..." He pauses, and then removes his hands from behind his back and holds them out, "I even tried to kill Holly just to stir things up a bit. Because she's your girlfriend, isn't she, Sherlock?" He smirks, hands going behind his back again, "How fun would it be to watch you grieve and get angry because the only women you let in had been killed."

"Why do this again?" Sherlock inquires, brows raising, still un-moved, "Everyone thinks your dead. You could do anything, and no one would think twice that it was you. So why come back and play games?"

"Well, when I heard Charlie was having some fun with my favourite detective I couldn't resist." He chuckles, shaking his head, "Although, I was a bit shocked that you shot him in the head. Not much of a hero now, are you, Sherlock?"

"I never was a hero."

"Weren't you?"

It goes quiet, and Sherlock and Moriarty stare at each other intensely. I stand there, awkwardly, and John steps forward.

"Let them go."

"Alright!" Moriarty beams, clapping his hands together. We all look over at the hostages and see that a red laser was pointing at Mary.

"No, don't!" John speaks defensively, walking towards her. Moriarty holds his one hand up, making John stop in his tracks. My fist tighten. The red laser moves over to Mrs Hudson, and she lets out a cry and closes her eyes shut.

"I'm going to let you pick one." Moriarty offers, looking at John, "Mary. The mother of your child, or Mrs Hudson, your ex-landlord and old lady who probably doesn't have much time left in this small, tedious world."

"...Sherlock do you have a plan?" John mutters between gritted teeth. Moriarty shows his sinister smile again, and Sherlock doesn't remove his eyes of him,. Instead, he holds his gun up to point at Moriarty.

"I could just kill you."

"Then both women will die."

"But on the bright side, you'll be dead."

"Sherlock." I snap, staring at him in disbelief. Moriarty chuckles, snapping his fingers together, "That's enough Sebastian."

The laser turns off.

I let out a shaky breath.

"Today I'm feeling nice." Moriarty say's, his face now blank and emotionless. He steps forward until he is only centimeters away from Sherlock, "Let this be a warning, Sherlock. I will not stop- I will not rest until I ruin you." He tries to say as calmly as possibly, his teeth gritting when he says certain words, "...Considering last time didn't work I'm going to try again. I don't just want you dead, I want you begging for death. I want you to feel utterly hopeless and alone. So, my dear friend, I'm going to destroy everything. Not just your career, but your friends, and your family, and your relationships."

Sherlock doesn't really know how to react. His face falls, and Moriarty straightens himself, flattening out his blazer.

"The game has just begun, Sherlock." He tells him, then flairs his hand softly in the air, "Untie them, Sebastian. Lets get this over with, I have a meeting with a client." 

We hear footsteps, and while Sherlock and Moriarty continue their obnoxious eye sex, me, John and Bill look around to see where the loud footsteps echoed from. A tall man walks into the dusty, dull room, carrying a sniper in his hand as the dark shadows covered his figure. He walked behind Mary and Mrs Hudson, and brought something out his pocket, a key, then unlocked the metal chain that kept Mrs Hudson trapped. Once she was free she sat up and rushed over towards us, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me into a hug. She started to sob and I hugged her back, my face looking over her shoulder to see Mary. The figure moves out of the shadows to free Mary, his face reminding me of someone and suddenly it hit me with realisation. My mouth fell open as I stared at him.

"Sebastian?" I almost whisper, still hugging Mrs Hudson. He doesn't meet my eyes, he doesn't want to. Sherlock and Bill turn to face me, confused. And once Mary was free she ran up to John, hugging him tightly. Mrs Hudson finally realises me of her hug and wipes her eyes, but I still stare at Sebastian, knowing that after this I'm sure as hell going to have some trust issues.

We all turn back to face Moriarty, and Sebastian who now stood at his side. 

"I'll be watching, Sherlock." Moriarty says, then turns his back, him and Sebastian walking to the fire exit.