AN: Hello! Welcome back to another chapter of GREEEEETTTAAAAA! Woah, okay so there's about as much action as I can handle for one chapter (which is very little...I'm a drama writer..sorry bout it) But I hope you like it! I'm just gonna go ahead and do what I wanna do and just make a playlist when I feel like it. 

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Sherlock POV- 

The cab ride to the airport was still and quiet. I dared not talk to John, seeming the expression on his face read bursting anger. 

He obviously blamed me for the mess we're getting ourselves into. 

I watched trees, streets and cars pass by as my fingers played at my lips, in deep concentration. It all didn't make sense. My mind palace wouldn't come to me anymore. Like it disappeared once I found out I was wrong about everything Moriarty is. He's a criminal...but also a loverboy. A criminal devoted to a woman who doesn't know she's marrying who she is. 

How can he be so...insane and evil here in London but completely normal and humane when he's where Greta Levine is. 

Is that what love does to someone? 

If so, I hate it. Emotions got the best of Moriarty, and now look at the mess caused by them. 

"Sherlock." A voice snapped. I whipped my head to see a glaring John piercing at me. "What is our plan when we get to the airport? What if he's there?" His glare never left his face as he spoke. 

"We avoid him at all costs. Get out of the country, and tell his little play-thing who he is. She leaves him, and he rids himself of the world. I know how it will all end, John, it's predictable. If anything, it's all too cliche." I waved it away, like it was all an easy thing. 

"That simple?" John raised an eyebrow. 

"Well, there's the whole 'get to the airport without dying or burning the building down' thing." I admitted. John narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look out the window. I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior and turned to look at my own. 

"How...dangerous...would you say this is?" He returned again. This time, his expression was neither angry or calm. I thought it over, my fingers resting on my chin. 

"Think of everything that could go wrong, right now. Do it." I ordered him. John rolled his eyes. "Come on now. Are you thinking of everything that could go wrong yet?"

"Yes! Yes, Sherlock, I am!" He snapped. 

"Okay, good. Now multiply that by ten." I nodded my head once, satisfied and looked back out the window. I couldn't help but feel eyes watching me. I slowly turned my head towards John once again to see his mouth agape, with a shocked expression. 

"How is that supposed to help!?" He cried. I shrugged my shoulders. 

"I never said it was going to help. You asked me and I told you the truth. We are most likely going to die." I easily said. 

"What!? Why are we even doing this then!?" 

"That's a good question..." I pondered, shifting my eyes around the cab. We pulled up in front of the airport, the cab swerving and circling around a dark parking-lot, only lit by natural lighting which was coming through holes in the concrete only high enough for a car not to total off it. 

The lot smelled of gasoline and cigar smoke that made my nose wrinkle when we stepped out of the vehicle, John stopping to give the cabbie the money he deserved. Opening the back, I took out both of our suitcases, and grabbed hold to the handle of mine. 

I gave John a reassuring nod as we slowly and solemnly dragged our luggage behind us and walked towards a small room which held multiple vending machines and elevators and that would bring us to the main airport, also to where we'd be walking into our most certain deaths. 

I tried to open my mind place and look for any signs of Moriarty's chain gangs being anywhere near here. Just as always, I was unable to think straight. My world was most certainly falling apart, and I believe most of my reason to be going where I am, is to find it again and fix it. 

"John..." I said, slowly. He looked over at me. 

"Yes?" His eyebrows raised to his forehead. 

"I need your help, right now." We stopped in front of the door to the glass room and stood our suitcases beside us. I looked suspiciously around the lot, glancing around every car. "Do you see anything...everything. Every detail, and I need you to look and I need you to do it fast. What. Do. You. See?" I commanded him. He slowly looked around the lot, annoyed from me bossing him around. I followed his gazes around the place as well, searching for what he was looking at.

"I-I just see an...empty...lot- Sherlock? What is all this about? Why can't we just get on this stupid airplane and come back home?" He began to raise his voice, and I shushed him. 

"No. Don't bring any attention to ourselves. That's the last thing we need, the spot-light on us right now. I just need you to trust me right now. Just...look. Notice. What do you notice?" I prodded at him. 

"I notice...cars. But not many cars. And smoke, that must have come from the fire we saw the homeless gathering by. But the cars. The cars...they're all-all of them...what? How is that possible?" 

"What is it, John?" 

"They all...look the same. They're all black...and evenly spaced, what-what is this?" I looked around, noticing the same thing John was. 

"This-" I subtly motioned towards the cars, "means Moriarty has a bigger chain then we even could imagine." The second I finished my sentence, I immediately ran to open the door, my luggage trailing behind. John began to follow once he realized I started moving and I raced to the elevator, jamming my finger multiple times on the 'down' symbol as if that would make it go faster. "They know we're here." I mumbled and looked around the lot for the last time, continuing to jab at the button. 

There were multiple people in the identical cars that lined the parking lot and I notice one holding onto his ear as if there was an earpiece they were talking into. Which I knew it was just that and as the elevator door opened, some of the homeless folk we saw, shuffled around cars and slowly and noticably walked towards the room we were about to abandon. I forcefully shoved John into the open elevator, pressing the button that would take us to the floor that brought us to the airport. 

"Out of all of the airports in the entire area, and they staked out at this one." John raised his hands up and quickly brought them down to his sides in exasperation, forgetting about his suitcase which tipped over at his side. Obviously not caring, he ignored it and began to rub his fingers on his temples and shut his eyes.

"Knowing Moriarty, his crew is probably staked out at every airport in the country." I spoke up, as I felt the elevator slowly descend. 

"So what do we do? Obviously there's going to be his men everywhere inside." 

"There's probably his men on every floor of this damn parking lot, John! There's no getting around the fact the man is obsessed with this girl, we just have to get out of here alive. How? I have no idea, so quit bothering me about it." I snapped, as the door to the elevator opened, revealing a series of escalators and a walkway that trailed along the walls, leaving an opening in the middle where you could see buzzing people trying to get to their next flight. 

"So I'm just supposed to follow you around like a lost puppy while you play 'King of the Hill'?" John spat back, shuffling out of the elevator before the doors closed on him with his bag. I continued to walk forward, ignoring him. "Is this what you do? When someone's right and you're not? You just...shut out everything? Just...ignore the problem completely?" 

I snapped myself around to face him, planting my suitcase down as people swarmed around us, hidden. 

"Everything I have done since we found out about Greta Levine has been wrong. I have nothing left to hold onto that is right." 

"Oh, don't be so dramatic! You are the smartest man I have ever met, so what if you're wrong a couple times. At least now we can make this right. Now quit complaining and pouting and let's save this young woman's life!" 

I was confused at John's statement. He was insulting me...while complimenting me...and I had no idea how to take it. 

"Right. Well." I grabbed hold of the handle to my bag. "Let's go then. Yes. Let's go." 

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