A/N : I know I do this a lot, but please listen to the song ' Waterloo' by ABBA (When it is mentioned.) . It really adds a lot to the scene. Okay thanks love you all bye!

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Chapter Thirty Five – Waterloo

I was getting restless. I hated knowing that Sherlock was in danger and not being able to leave Ireland. I was getting jumpy and moody and really really irritated. So Juniper suggested, rather shyly. That I be the one to get our weekly groceries. So I gathered the six different grocery lists and went down to our local grocery store.

I was in the aisle getting Cat food for our cat, I had named him Purlock Jones. I mean with a black cat that grouchy, with those blue-green colored eyes what else could I call him? I was browsing the shelf trying to figure out the difference between wet and dry food, when I felt somebody staring at me. 

Annoyed, I turned to look at the man, only to realize he looked awfully familiar. His black curly hair and those lips...

"Sherlock?!" I gasped. I ran at him full force for a hug. As I knocked him over, his shades fell off... And to my horror I realized, This man wasn't Sherlock. 

In a blind panic, I used my mother's ring to knock him out. Then I realized the store had gone awfully quiet. I moved the man off of me and took off my boots.

 I crept down the aisle to my cart, as through the speakers Waterloo by ABBA, started playing.

 I took out my compact mirror and grabbed the heavy cream from my cart. I heard soft boot steps so I climbed to the top of the shelves and took a look around the store. Now I couldn't see the queues but as far as I could see there were three armed men walking around the store. And as it would only be a matter of time before they saw not-Sherlock's body I would have to work fast. The first man approached my hiding place, I took a quick inventory.

 I was sitting on the baking aisle. Perfect. You know they really shouldn't put these ten pound bags of flour up on the top shelf. It was kind of a hazard. I waited as my prey neared my hiding spot. A blond fellow dressed in black. With a large gun. 'This better work' I thought to myself as I lobbed the ten pound bag of flower onto the man. Luckily for me, it did. The man's reactions were too slow so the bag knocked him out. His head hit the ground with a sickening thud. Ouch. I clambered down from my perch and nicked the man's gun.

Feeling marginally safer, I used my compact mirror to see that the coast was clear.

Between me and the doors of the store was two more sections. Dairy, and Produce. Both of which had little to no cover. The only smart thing I could really do was deduce whether these were Moriarty's men. I had a few ways to do that. I went back to the man's body and lifted the sleeve of his shirt. Sure enough, the burn mark was there. A triangle within a branded circle. So, this was probably Moriarty.

I headed back to the Dairy section and try to set up another trap.

I take the heavy cream and splatter it all over the linoleum flooring. I grab more and more, Making myself an Island set in a sea of heavy cream. Then I quickly hide in the Produce section under the bin of apples. I watch for the men's legs.

The trap worked perfectly knocking out both men almost simultaneously. I felt like some sort of cheesy cartoon villain.

Needless to say I felt very good about myself as I made my way to the front doors. I should have known it would be too easy. I saw an army waiting for me at the front door. A literal army. My eyes widen in sheer terror as my heart beats wildly. I soon realize that the army is a figure of my imagination, as none of them move as I approach them. Excepting the man in the middle. His mouth quirks up at my arrival. 

"Hello darling!" Jim chirps. I snap. I walk right up to him with my finger on the trigger of the gun. The safety is off. I watch Moriarty panics before replacing it with a smooth calm face.

"Are you going to shoot me darling?" He smirks.

"Yes." I say shakily.

"Well it wouldn't be off color for you." He remarks offhandedly. 

"What do you mean?!" I gasp.

"First the Spanish man, Then the Russian, now me." He smiled.

I tighten my grip on the gun.

"You won't shoot me." He says proudly.

"What gives you that idea?" I hiss.

"I'm unarmed." He smiles.

"I'll still do it! I'd do anything to keep Sherlock safe!" I yell.

He laughs hollowly.

"Oh Keyland, Valiant effort but did you really think I came alone?" He grins.

I feel a prick in my neck.

"Goodnight Angel."