Stuck in a web {BBC Sherlock}

The Pool

(its the same pool as in the great game, Jane comes in the entrance Sherlock does :))

I untucked my self from my huddle of blankets and pillows on the sofa of 221b and quietly tiptoed into the kitchen. Seeing John's coat on the rack, I took it. Feeling slightly guilty, considering I didn't think I would be returning, I felt a revolver in the pocket. At least I'm armed.

I let myself out, trying not to wake anyone. The gun felt heavy in my pocket. I stepped out into the cold air, and started heading in the general direction of the pool. I could swear someone was following me.

I reached the pool about 10 minutes later and the door was open. I stepped inside into the warm and pulled my jacket closer around me, feeling even colder than outside. I stepped through the doors and walked inside. As I walked in, the lights flickered on, reflecting off the open pool surface. I looked around, but there was no-one there. I frowned, was I at the right pool?

"Hello?" I called out nervously, my fingers closing around the gun.

The door on the other side of the room bounced open. A man with black hair and wearing a suit strode out. His mouth tugged into a sly grin when he saw me. He kept walking until he was only two meters away. I could sense the smugness on his face.

"I knew you'd come." He said in an Irish accent, shrugging his shoulders.

I didn't say anything. I just glared at him. Until finally I spoke up

"Who are you?"

"Jim Moriarty."

"I know that, but who are you?" My own confidence surprised me.

"I'm a consulting criminal. Rather like your friend, the consulting detective. Mr Sherlock Holmes." I looked to the side with guilt. Both Sherlock and John would freak when the found out I'd come out to face the worlds most dangerous man, alone. I had a gun, but I mean come on. I was 19, I'd never even held one, I wasn't even sure if it was loaded.

"Where's-"

"Martha?" He interrupted me. I cringed, he had no right to say her name. "She's right here."

The curtain on the changing room closest to him opened, Martha walked out, still in the clothes from yesterday, except now they were torn and messed up. Her make up was smudged like she'd been crying. Moriarty put his arm around her. I snarled at him, Martha squirmed in his grasp.

"Don't touch her." I growled at him

"Aw but me and Martha have become best buddies now haven't we?" I looked at Martha apologetically, she didn't look scared, like any normal person would, she looked very very pissed off.

I was worried she was pissed off at me for leaving her.

I shook the thought out of my mind. Moriarty still had hold of Martha, and I needed to do something. I pulled the gun from John's pocket and held it pointing at his head.

"OOh! I see you want to play that way? ok. And I hope Johnny boy knows you borrowed his coat, and his gun. I'll have to tell him I'm sorry about the gun. I know it was precious to him."

"What are you-?" The gun was blasted from my hand. It exploded in my face, the metal clawing at my skin. When I looked up, several red dots floated on my chest. I looked at them with confusion.

"You think I'd come here alone?" Moriarty sneered at me "I'm not stupid, in fact, I'm a genius. There are seven snipers up there, and if you make any move towards me, They'll shoot you. And-" a dot appeared on Martha's forehead. I gulped, we were screwed.

I glared at Moriarty. All my anger bubbling to the surface.

"What do you want from me?" I said stepping forward. I raised my eyebrow when the sniper's didn't shoot. So Moriarty needed me alive. I grinned and strode right up to him, we were practically nose to nose. He let go of Martha, grinning too.

"All will be revealed."

"No. I want you to tell me."

Moriarty laughed, looking me directly in the eye. I couldn't help noticing that his eyes were exactly the same shade of brown as mine. He cocked his head to the side. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me and got a bit grossed out. But then he bit my nose. I jumped backwards.

"What the hell? You freak!" I yelled at him. I noticed Martha had made her way to where I was standing. We both started to edge backwards, when we were grabbed from behind and dragged back to Moriarty. The men kept hold of us.

"Let her go." I said desperately.

"No.I don't think I will." Moriarty grinned. But the man holding Martha obliged. I got to see him properly. He was wearing a mask, and a long black coat done up. With a scarf...

"What are you- Oh." Moriarty had noticed at the same time I had. He took his mask off to reveal-

But you all know who it is anyway :)

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