Of course Sherlock had to play the hero again...

You were his enemy and hated you very much, you knew each other since you started hating and neglecting him, you became enemies, everyone knew about his and your secrets, whatever. They stood before Sherlock Holmes in the hall where John and Mary's wedding was taking place.

He stared at you and asked suspiciously, "What brings you here, witch?" He spoke calmly, angry that someone he hated was at his best friend's party and wasn't welcome. He stepped closer and you took a step back. People whispered and stared at the situation between you and Sherlock.

"I thought today would be a great date to kill a good friend, didn't you, Sherlock?" You said with a grin, pulling out a gun that was in your pants and pointing it at Sherlock's forehead, throwing it at the ready. to destroy the famous Sherlock Holmes.

He just laughed and said, "Oh, how stupid of you, my dear... I would play a game... how about... a murderer, right?" He laughed and cocked his head to the side. He stepped closer and only a few seconds passed and you got into an argument, both of you lying on the floor pulling each other like little children. what else...

He pulled the gun out of your hands and pointed it at your forehead, he grinned and looked at you, you were sitting on the floor in front of him and he was close in front of you. Damned...