Sherlock sat there.

He didn't move nor did he speak.

He only thought.

Could she have. No. Possibly. She doesn't have any reason to lie. But she's. Maybe.

"He's dead." Sherlock said, mainly to himself.

"No shit Sherlock. You saw him blow his brains out." Y/n snickered.

"Why would you kill someone with so much power?" Sherlock questioned.

Y/n's eyes darkened as her smile faded into a frown.

"Don't you get it?" She nearly spat. "Every word spoken, every action he did was under my command." She paused. "Almost."

Sherlock's gaze traveled back to her face.

"He became independent, he began doing things without permission. He had to go."

"So you killed him." Sherlock stated bluntly.

"Well," she laughed. "He had this brilliant plan. Fake blood, fake bullet, fake death." She stood up and walked around, eyes scanning the room.

"I switched the fake bullet with a real one, HE pulled the trigger. HE killed Moriarty, I just helped. And when you jumped, I took the body. Moriarty never really existed, putting a name to a body would've made him real. I couldn't have that."

She examined the room carefully, taking in every nook and cranny, permanently searing it into her brain.

"So, he wasn't like me?" Sherlock asked.

"No he was." She sighed. "But I'm not."

Sherlock seemed confused.

"You're not?" He thought aloud.

"Nope." She laughed popping the 'p'.

"I just know how to pull strings, and I'm a quick thinker, good under pressure." She seemed to be more talking to herself than to Sherlock. "It's a wonder I don't go into government."

"You've killed people."

"I've never killed an innocent person Mr. Holmes." She said, "thugs, liars, thieves, murderers, traitors. But never the innocent."

"You blew up that old woman." Sherlock spat.

"No, James did. And trust me, he was punished for it."

Y/n Then made her way towards the door, her hand was centimeters away from the doorknob when he asked the golden question.

"How haven't you been caught?"

"'She's well known around London, often for helping others. Selfless, as some call her. Fearless, others say. An angel, is what she is known as by few people. Turns out it was all a lie, and she's the worst person alive. The woman behind Moriarty, the one everyone knew and looked up to.' Who would even think of a sweet girl like me, as another monster lurking on the streets at night?" Y/n nearly laughed.

"Think about it. Not even you would believe it."

And with that, she left.