Got an request from : TRAVALERRAY
Warning: If you sensitive to betrayal then don't read

Love can make you do really stupid shit and Anderson is an unfortunately one. He been working for Scotland Yard and has a Lestrade as his boss until he... well love at first sight meeting the evil genius. He been a mole in the Yard since and selling them out since.

Jim took account of it while he was corner by Greg's man including Sherlock and John. Now Jim obviously had a plan and at first he was debating with his boyfriend, Sebastian, to shoot all of them with his crew but he said that fairly simple and no fun. Sebastian suggested to make a deal with Lestrade to let him go and Jim groaned finding it extremely boring and no fun.

"A deal that's all am asking," Jim reassured for probably the third time. "Don't shoot!" Greg ordered and his man lower their guns. "You seriously believe he'll make a deal with Lestrade?" John whispered to Sherlock. "Jim isn't going down without a fight. He's up to something." Greg looked at the criminal eye's and crouch down; placing his all his guns and knifes on the floor. "Oh! Look at you, being polite and all! Isn't that sweet?" Jim cooed as the inspector approach him with his hands up then got on his knees and places his hands behind his head. Jim smiled then he pulling his pistol out of his pockets and pointed at Lestrade. All of his men raise their guns at him, but Jim didn't care.

"Tell them to lower their guns and bring me Sherlock or I'll shoot you," Jim told him the deal then whispers to him, "Your a good man Lestrade and its a waste losing you." He chock the gun, "What your choice?" "Am not giving Sherlock up," Growled the inspector, Jim chuckles became laughter. Everyone was scared when the man laughs, it wasn't a good sign. "John get your gun loaded-" Before the detective could finish his sentence, he was banged in the head by a thick wooden plank. He fell flat on the floor before John could aid his friend, guns were chock and loaded pointing at him and at Greg officers. "Anderson dear, please load Sherlock to the car. Tiger will be waiting," Jim ordered then he looked at Greg, "Not only does Anderson work and love me, but I also left you with trained military assassins ready to kill you."

Greg groaned in defeat; he saw Anderson dragged Sherlock outside. "Anderson!" He called out, getting his attention, "Why?" He looked away; ignoring him and continued dragging Sherlock outside.

"Should I take John as well? My boyfriend has been dying to get an hold of him," Jim chuckled, Greg looked at him with his desperate eyes. "Please! Don't. Let the man go if you want to kill me then do it." Jim press the gun on the inspector head, "So desperate. Yet it's sad and dopey." Greg breaths became shallow and rapid. "Clear out!" Jim ordered his man as he lower his gun. Greg collapsed on the floor with an loud exhalation accompanied by low moan. At least my death bed is moved. Greg thought as he saw Jim and his men ran outside. "God damn it they have Sherlock and I recommend to put a tracker inside his skin, but no! No one ever listens to the doctor!" John cursed at Greg as he helped him up. He looked at John, "I didn't agree because I didn't want him to be in pain. Anyway, we know Sherlock could last awhile until we pick him up." Both sighed.