A month or so later, Sherlock's wound had healed nicely. Both he and Alexandra had been on the look out for Moriarty. Alexandra was set on revenge. One day, she and Holmes stumbled upon him by accident. They had been out getting medical supplies for John when they saw him walking around London. They had decided to follow him and see where he was going. They had followed him to another run-down building. It was much shabbier than the place where Alexandra had been before Holmes and Watson had tried to rescue her, but better than the place where she'd been tied up and Moran had died. She and Holmes had instantly run home to tell Watson and then contacted Lestrade. They had also contacted Sherlock's older brother, Mycroft. He had told them not to get involved and that the government would take care of it. The trio wasn't going to listen, of course. They were forming a plan of how to defeat Moriarty once and for all. Alexandra came into the living room one day.

"I have an idea." She said.

"Let's hear it and, pray, don't let it be something stupid." Holmes said. Alexandra rolled her eyes.

"I could fence him." She said. Holmes and Watson looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"You, fence?" Holmes said. "Come now, Miss Watson, I said don't let it be something stupid."

"My dear sister, you have never even touched a sword!" Watson said.

"I've read a book on it." Alexandra said, put off.

"Just because you read The Three Musketeers does not mean you know how to fence." Holmes said.

"It might!" Alexandra said. "I've looked into it. The footwork, from what I can remember, is quite like dancing and I feel that I am an accomplished dancer."

"You aren't horrid at dancing, but I have seen better." Holmes said. "All right. I have two swords left over from a previous case. Let's see if you are as good as you say."

Holmes went to the closet where he kept momentos from his previous cases. Two fencing swords were in there, as well as some protective gear. He got the items out and brought them into the living room. He handed a sword and gear to Alexandra. She took the sword by the hilt after putting the gear on. Holmes looked at her after getting his gear on.

"En garde." He said. "In case you didn't know, that means-"

"It means, get ready. I arrive à parler Français, Monsieur Holmes." Alexandra said. (If you don't speak French, this means "I happen to speak French, Mr. Holmes.) Holmes took a moment to translate and then glared at her.

"Are you ready yet?" He asked.

"Yes, I am." Alexandra held up her sword. "En garde!"

She and Holmes were at it in an instant. Alexandra concentrated on her footwork and then on her swordplay. She muttered the words of what she was doing to herself.

"Lunge, parry, riposte, thrust." She said under her breath. She hit Holmes' chest.

"Touche. Well, you seem to know what you're doing." Holmes said. "Your form is a little off, though. Stand straighter and don't bend your legs that much. It makes it easier to get at you head and eyes. I also wouldn't mutter what I'm doing under my breath. Moriarty could hear you and then kill you. Try again."

Alexandra and Holmes got into another match. This one also ended with Alexandra beating Holmes. Watson tried his hand at it and was also beaten by his sister. Alexandra grinned.

"So, Mr. Holmes, am I as bad as you thought?" She asked.

"Not as bad. Your form was the only thing that was off. Your swordplay, unfortunately, was excellent." Holmes said. "I am unable to critisize you for that. We shall practice more tomorrow."

By the time Holmes wanted to go and get Moriarty, Alexandra was ready. She had quickly escalated to one of the best sword-fighters in London, in Holmes' and Watson's opinions. They had allowed Alex to wear men's clothes so she would be able to fence better. They had tried it, and she had done much better like that. The sword had a sheath that was buckled around her waist. They went to the building where Moriarty had built his new headquarters. Holmes and Watson turned to Alexandra before she went into the not-so-secret entrance they had found for her to get in.

"You'll do just fine." Watson said.

"Don't die." Holmes said. "If you need us, yell."

"Also, don't bet life. Especially yours." Watson said.

"If you must, bet mine." Holmes said. "That will most likely be the only way he will fence fair."

"Are you sure, Mr. Holmes?" Alexandra said.

"I would not have said it if I was not sure, Miss Watson." Holmes said. "Now, go. Precious time is being wasted as we bicker about whose life to bet."

Alexandra nodded at them and got one last look at them before going into the building. She walked through the hall that was only dimly lit by candlelight. She stopped as she saw someone looking through a window at the end of the hall. She knew the shape. Moriarty.

"Professor Moriarty, I have come to present a challenge to you." She said.

"What would that challenge be, Miss Watson?" Moriarty asked. He hadn't even turned around.

"It's a fair one, if I do say so myself. The challenge I present is a fencing match." Alexandra said. "If I win, you will leave London and never cause any harm to anyone ever again."

"It seems fair enough." Moriarty said. "My terms, should I win, is that I get to kill Sherlock Holmes."

"Very well." Alexandra said, remembering Holmes' words. She held out her hand to shake. "To review, if I win, you leave London and never harm anyone ever again. If you win, you take the life of Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Have we got a deal?"

"It is done." Moriarty said, shaking her hand. Alexandra decided that she must add one last thing before he let go.

"Both of us must fence fair." She said.

"But of course." Moriarty said. He let go of her hand. He ripped two swords off from suits of armor that were lined against the walls and threw one to her. She caught it's hilt easily.

"En garde." Alexandra said. When Moriarty was ready, she lunged at him.

The two of them were going at it. Alexandra's form and swordplay were perfect. Moriarty looked at her during a pause, impressed. It took quite a lot to impress him.

"Well, you know what you're doing, I'll give you that." He said. Alexandra was reminded of Holmes' words. "But, how's your footwork? If I step here..." Moriarty stepped to the left and thrust his sword at her. Alexandra stepped to his right quickly and gave a parry and riposte in return. "Very good, Miss Watson!"

Alexandra and he were at it again. All that was heard was the clanging of the swords echoing. Moriarty suddenly turned and fled. Alexandra raced after him with no hesitation. She came up with a plan quickly to overtake him. She jumped off a couch in the middle of the hall, flipped in the air, and landed in front of Moriarty with her sword outstretched. Moriarty's jaw dropped in spite of himself.

"Where did you learn to do that?" He asked.

"I didn't. Just came up with it on the spot, you coward" Alexandra said. "En garde!"

Moriarty glared at her and thrust the sword at her without warning. Alexandra dodged the attack. Alexandra didn't even feel tired. Her footwork was excellent, as was her swordplay. After what seemed like hours of her richoceing off walls so Moriarty wouldn't touch her and him trying to run from the fight, she got him in the chest with the sword. It wasn't hard enough to kill him, but just enough to make him bleed a little. Moriarty glared at her, fury like nothing Alexandra had ever seen before in his eyes. It scared her a little.

"Touche." Moriarty said. It sounded more like a growl than an actual word. "You have won this time, Miss Watson."

"Remember our terms, Professor. You will leave London tomorrow." Alexandra said.

"Very well." Moriarty said.

He walked down the hall. Alexandra left the sword and went out the way she'd came. She saw her brother and Holmes waiting for her. They looked up when they saw her.

"How did it go?" Watson asked.

"It is finished." Alexandra said, smiling at them. "He will leave London tomorrow and never come back."

"Good job." Holmes said, giving her one of his rare smiles.

"Really? I just had a fencing match with the most dangerous criminal in the world and all I get is good job?" Alexandra asked.

"Maybe I'll get you a book." Holmes chuckled.

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It had been a few days since Alexandra had driven Moriarty out of London. She and Holmes were continuing a search through London to see if Moriarty was still there or not. They searched in silence for a little while before Holmes turned to Alexandra.

"You must have been an excellent fencer to beat Moriarty." He remarked.

"Well, I had a good teacher." Alexandra shrugged. She and Holmes laughed.

"It's true, you did." Holmes agreed. "I bet it has something to do with the fact that I am a champion dancer."

"Are you really?" Alexandra asked.

"No, I was joking." Holmes said.

The search continued in silence again. Neither of them quite knew what to say. Alexandra had a feeling that their conversation would escalate to the point where Holmes would begin to insult her intelligence and she didn't want that to happen. The wind was blowing her hair in her face. At one point Holmes stopped and brushed it out of her face. He looked in her eyes, studying her closely.

"Mr. Holmes?" Alexandra said.

Holmes stroked her cheek with his thumb. He had the back of Alexandra's head in his palm. He was inching his face closer to hers. Alexandra looked around their surroundings.

"Mr. Holmes, it is improper for an unmarried man to be this close to an unmarried lady." She said.

"I know, Miss Watson." Holmes said.

"Mr. Holmes, we are in public." Alexandra said.

"I know, Miss Watson." Holmes repeated.

"Mr. Holmes, I've never met anyone like you." Alexandra said.

"I know, Miss Watson." The same words for the third time.

"Mr. Holmes, I...I..." Alexandra, for the first time in her life, was at a complete loss for words. Holmes smiled gently at her.

"I know, Miss Watson." He whispered.

Holmes pressed his lips to Alexandra's, not caring that they were in public. He had been trying to squash this feeling down for a long time, ever since he had admitted to himself how smart Alexandra was. He had finally pinpointed the feeling as love.

Alexandra, after getting over the initial shock, melted into Holmes' embrace. She knew that Moriarty had been right. She was deeply in love with Sherlock Holmes. Neither of them cared that they were in public. All that seemed to matter in that moment was each other. When they broke apart, they looked into each other's eyes. Their eyes said more than words ever could.

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I would just like to announce that I will be doing the original Reichenbach Fall which is called The Final Problem. Yes, yes, I know that I am evil. You could even say I am Moffat's spawn. It won't be that bad, since Sebastian is dead. In the original, Sebastian tried to kill Sherlock by rolling freaking rocks on him. He won't have to stay away but a week or so. And Alex will be with him, so he won't be lonely.