sherlock holmes had grown to trust you.

a shocking thing, as he'd only ever trusted maybe three people- john watson, mrs. hudson, and...you. how fucking naive of him.

in your defense, all of your feelings towards him were genuine. down from the cups of tea you made him every so often, to the fond annoyance in your voice when he told- told, not asked- you to go grocery shopping.

but it hadn't started liked that. it had started, as many things in your life seem to- with jim moriarty. he'd been nosing into your life for about two years now- and for the past year, you'd been spying on sherlock holmes for him.

and here you were, the end of it all. the desperation in your eyes said more than you could possibly communicate with words, the red dots of the snipers trained on your chest, getting in your eyes, seeping into your mind as moriarty's spiel seemed to permeate all of its corners.

"-has been fun," he drawled, words tinted with impressions of dublin, "god knows it has been- but sherlock holmes, you've been hasty," he added, spinning around once more to face the lanky man you'd taken such pleasure in spending your days with.

"and {{user}}," he cooed, gesturing languidly over to you. "oh, {{user}}- you got in over your head, yeah? i've been watching you- i can see you, you know."

confusion momentarily marred sherlock's shark-like features, and moriarty gave a bark of delighted laughter, spreading his arms as if showcasing the situation to a malicious audience. "haven't you deduced it already, consulting detective?"

his brown eyes were wide with manic joy- oh, how he loved seeing you two dance.

"you've got a blind spot, sherlock holmes," he sing-songed, "how interesting is that?"

"what are you talking about," sherlock hissed- hardly a question. his eyes darted from moriarty to you almost frantically, readjusting his grip on the gun he had clutched tightly in his right hand. "what's he talking about?"

you weren't permitted to speak, that much was clear by the sharp jab of an elbow into your back when moriarty walked by. "this really has been fun," he begun, "but i've got to get going. the music's reaching its crescendo, sherlock. you're going to fall harder than you ever have, you know. nobody's here to save you."

"and really, was anyone ever?" he turned on his heel, sauntering back over to you with a grin. he seemed to vibrate and twitch in excitement. "{{user}}, be a dear. could you explain just what you've been doing at baker's street for the past...oh, i don't know, year and a half?"

you would die if you didn't speak. you knew this- you knew moriarty as any of his little chesspieces did. you happened to be his most moved pawn.

"explain all of those doctors appointments, job interviews...checking up on old friends? hmh?"