*221b Baker Street.*

"Why are we just sat here? Shouldn't we be doing something?" Lestrade asked.

"Shut up. 1. We don't know where they are. 2. Jim does 3. He has Sarah and John. 4. It's probably a trap. And 5. If we don't do something, they'll get impatient. I know that Jim can go for months, but Sarah, she'll do something, and it's obvious that Jack is. He doesn't seem nice, anyway, they'll call." Sherlock said.

*In the mystery room.*

"Wait? What?" John and Sarah said in unison.

"Lets say, he thinks of one of you as his friend, the other, more so." Jim said.

"Are you trying to tell me, that Sherlock, as in, SHERLOCK HOLMES, fancies someone?" Sarah asked

"Wait? and out of all people, he trusted you, the psycho bitch Moriarty." John said.

"Watch what you're saying, he could kill you." Jack said.

"No, the only person that'll be killed jack, is you." Said Sarah, with anger in her voice.

"Well, he wouldn't let that happen." Jack replied.

"Who? Me?" Moriarty said.

"Is it only me that has picked up on the fact, that there is a 50% chance, that Sherlock is gay?" John said.

Sarah turned around.

"Yes, That's wierd. Not gay people, Sherlock being it. It'd be cool though. I think he is." She replied.

"But that'd mean that he fancies me." John said.

"No, He told me a few months ago that he liked someone." Sarah said.

"And it wasn't John?" Moriarty asked.

"Oh, no. You like the guy he fancies." Sarah said.

"Oh, Well then, that shortens the list." John said.

"Hey, that's... Okay, I'll let you get away with that." Moriarty said.

"CAN YOU ALL STOP TALKING ABOUT SHERLOCK? Please? I mean, you've basically just said, that you'd let her kill me Jim." Jack shouted.

"Yes, I would. Why? Because you are so annoying, and I don't think I've met anyone as two-faced and douch-y as you. You're horrid, and I hate you. And that's strong, coming from me."

"I mean, I grew up with Jim, and honestly Jack I do think you're worse."

"So, yes, I would let her kill you. In fact I will, and I'll give her the weapon to."

Jim threw a gun to Sarah.

"There's one bullet in there. It's up to you who you shoot. Jack? The person who brought you here, whotreat you horribly. Or me?"

He got out a tall, rusty, metal key out of his trouser pockets.

"The man who came to free you."

"Right." Sarah said.

She pointed the gun at Moriarty, then at Jack. She then turned and pointed it at John. She kept repeating this.

"Who are you going to kill?" Jack shouted.

After about 30 seconds, she made her decision. She pointed her gun at him, and shot. He fell to the floor in agonizing pain, and soon after, the life in his eyes left, and he was just a dead man on the floor. A man that was a danger. A nightmare. Another monster, dead in the night. A dead man. Nothing more. Nothing less.

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Hi,

Sorry for the lack of writing recently.

This story is going to end soon, because i've lost interesting in writing it, and it has become more of a chore, than something fun to do. I'll still write, but this one is going to end soon.

Anyway, thanks for being so supportive and thanks for reading.

Love you all!!!!!!!!!

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-Loopness

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