John watched the car vanish into the darkness and ran over to Jake's door. He bent down on his knees and started taking out the tools he needed from the set. Within 2 minutes he was in; Jake had no flatmate since he was being financed by Moriarty so John immediately began his search for the briefcase Sherlock had talked about.

Jake's flat was small and cluttered, the briefcase could have been hidden anywhere. Luckily for the good doctor Jake wasn't the smartest of Moriarty's men and the briefcase was on his sofa. It was an old brown leather briefcase that looked used, but had a rotating 4 number lock. If Sherlock had been there he could have easily cracked the code, but John couldn't so he decided to do it the old fashion way and pry it open.

After 25 minutes of bending several utensils and tools John was able to open the briefcase. It only contained a flashdrive and a note.

"Hello John,

Did you miss me? It has been so much fun playing with you and Sherlock. My personal puppets. It really is a shame that it all ends tonight. At least for Sherlock. Have fun with my little flash drive, it should be very informative for you.

Much love,

J.M."

John picked up his phone and texted Sherlock, his hands shaking.

"He knows. Moriarty knows everything. You are walking into a trap."

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Sherlock sped away leaving John in the darkness. After about a minute Sherlock decelerated and turned off his lights. He stayed a good 40 meters behind Jake as he walked. He was headed towards Chinatown, but when he reached it he started making turns down random dark allies. When he finally entered a building it was a shabby little gift shop. Sherlock pulled off to the side and shut off the car. He wanted to wait to go in until he was certain Morarity was there, after all Jake was just a pawn, Sherlock and Morarity were the masterminds behind the great game.

Sherlock was pulled out of his thoughts when his phone buzzed with the text from John. He ignored it he couldn't be distracted. He stayed still for over an hour and studied the building, every flicker of light, every movement, every exit. His concentration broke when his phone buzzed again, this time with a call.

"What?" Sherlock barked into the phone.

Lestrade's voice cam threw the phone. "You were right about the Jake. We found a small amount of his blood on on of the needles in your coat. Nothing else was found on it."

"Then go get him. I'm busy."

"Come on Sherlock! What could possibly be more important than taking down the guy who tried to frame you?"

"Taking down his boss."

"What? You found Moriarty? Where are you? I'm sending backup!"

"No you are not. Focus on Rogers."

Sherlock hung up and put his phone down. Immediately going back to observing the shop. At 2:37 am all of the lights went out and someone left. Sherlock grabbed his gun and jumped out of the car and pursued them. After three minutes he knew exactly where the figure was going and who it was. It was Jake, going back to his flat. The cops would be waiting there for him, that meant Sherlock didn't have much time before Lestrade realized where he was and interfered.

Sherlock ran back to the shop as fast as possible, and up to a fire escape window he had seen. It was unlocked and Sherlock crawled in. The first floor was an ordinary gift shop with silly trinkets and meaningless souvenirs. It was quite and empty. He went up the stairs, he had seen most of the movement on the second floor. It was a rubbish place with ripped wall paper, holes in the walls and windows, reaked of body oder and drugs, and was empty.

"DAMN!" He yelled and punched the nearest wall as hard as he could. The entire room was empty besides for a small fire in an oil drum with shredded paper burnt to a crisp in it. He took of his shoe and beat the fire until it died. His hands flew into the ash searching for anything redeemable.

"Come on!" he muttered below his breath. He backed away from the oil drum and started darting around the room. "There has to be something here!" he shouted.

"Oh don't worry Sherlock there is." Sherlock turned around and pulled his gun.

"Really Sherlock do you want to do this again? It always ends the same way." Sherlock stared as Moriarty walked calmly around him. "I always win and you always lose, because you are just so unoriginal!"

Sherlock's eyes were locked on to Morarity's as his gun stalked the criminal's chest.

"See like that" Morarity pointed "A gun! Everyone uses guns, but all the can do is cause physical pain!"

"Or death. I think if I pull the trigger this time it will have a much more permanent effect." spat Sherlock.

"Oh your not gonna shot me."

"Oh really? Why not?"

"Like I said your so traditional and I'm so creative. See I like watching all of your friends hate you for your drug problem. So well you have been standing there I've had people setting up."

"Setting up what?"

"How your going to die. You see even if you shoot me it's still gonna happen!" A grin spread across Morarity's face. "Except if you shoot me then I kill all of your little friends."

"We've been here remember? You died and I walked away with all of my little friends."

"But I didn't die Sherlock! I'm right here with you! And now I know about your homeless network and sweet little Molly being so important, I am impressed she didn't tell anyone about your little plan. I wonder how lover boy John would feel if he found out that you were going to jump off the roof and leave him."

"He would understand."

"I don't think he would, especially since he'lI be hearing it from me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, the briefcase Jake had contained a flash drive which I tailored especially for John Watson. He is probably looking through it now."

"He would never fall for that."

"You underestimate me. Either way what does it matter, you are going to die here, tonight. And this time I am prepared to see it through. If at any moment my plan goes off track I kill Molly and Mrs.Hudson. Then if anyone continues to interfere I kill the Detective Inspector and your brother. And if still goes off plan I will kill John and make you watch as I carve out his insides in just the right order so that he stays alive until the very end. Then I'll stitch him up and start all over! I'll make you watch as a gauge out his eyeballs and hold his beating heart in my hands. I'll make you listen to his screams just to make you suffer. And at the end of that I'll shoot you both in the head and go out for tea."

"Or I shoot you in the head now and I go get a cuppa." Sherlock cocked back the gun.

"Weren't you listening? If I die it all still happens and there isn't anything you can do to stop it!"

"You underestimate me."

"I don't, not this time. I'm going to give you something you can't resist, you're going to kill yourself and there is nothing you can do about it." Moriarty held out a box, the one from under Sherlock's bed.

"You really think my own stash is going to kill me. I'm not an idiot, I won't overdose. Even if I take everything in there, I'll be fine."

"Didn't you tell John just the other day that you were clean? He will be so sad to find that you lied."

"I didn't lie. I haven't used since I told John that I was clean."

"Two days! Big whoop! We both know what you are really jonesing for right now.Poor little Sherlock finally kicked the habit and then forced to use. Forced to remember how good it felt, how it let you forget the pain. I'm not an idiot, you and I both know that you have gotten high everyday since our little encounter. I wonder if John knows that's why you set the kitchen on fire? To high to even make tea."

"How do you know about that?"

"It doesn't matter. However probably about now John is finding out that you were high when you kissed him, and instead of coming down and owning what you had done, little Sherlock got even higher right before John confessed his love."

"I've been careful covering my tracks, you can't prove anything."

"SHERLOCK! I have had someone in your house everyday! You don't think I have cameras? Wow, sentiment has really made you slow." Morairty pointed at his head and mouthed "Up here."

"Besides John's broken heart is just icing on the cake, it doesn't really matter since you came here. Look at this place Sherlock! You know what it is!"

Sherlock sighed "It's an empty drug den, but that dosen't matter. Even if I use here know one will ever know."

"Except when they find your body." Moriarty said wagging the box in front of him.

"And how exactly do you plan to get me high?"

"Weren't you listening? You can enjoy yourself with this cocaine I brought along for you or you can use the gun you brought, shoot me, leave and kill everyone you care about."

Morarity set down the box and walked toward the window. Sherlock didn't move, the gun still aimed at Morarity .

"Did I mention your timed? If you don't get started Molly and Mrs.Hudson will die in your place."

"What if I do this, and your plan fails anyway?"

"It won't. In fact I am so certain of it, I'll make you a little bet. You take everything in that box, and no matter the outcome I will leave your friends alone. If you somehow survive, I'll leave you alone too, go back to my days as a simple consulting criminal."

"What's in it for you?"

"Just added incentive for you to follow through and the fun of watching you die."

"If I die."

"When you die."

"It's a deal Jim. I take what is in here you leave everyone alone."

"It's a deal, but remember it has to be the whole box. If you die before you finish the deal is off."

With a laugh Moriarty watched as Sherlock dropped the gun, rolled up his sleeve and tied off his arm. As he inserted the needle into his vein Moriarty turned and left

"See you later Sherl." he called from the stairs.

The dosage in the syringe was high, it had definitely been altered since the box left Baker Street. Just as the effects of the drugs started to kick in, more people (who looked like druggies Morarity had paid to stay out for abit) flowed into the room.

Sherlock picked up the next syringe. He didn't care if he died, if it meant keeping everyone he loved safe. Besides maybe he would survive after all and then Jim Moriarty would be out of his life for good.