The last chapter...
I can't believe it. Well, we've made it this far. No turning back now.
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Sherlock walked to the edge of the roof, mobile pressed to his ear. On the street below, John got out of his cab. The dial tone rang once, twice, then, "Hello?"
"Hey, Sherlock, you okay?"
"Turn around and walk right back the way you came," Sherlock instructed John shakily.
John frowned, "What? No, I'm coming in."
He made to take a step foreward when Sherlock sharply called over the phone, "Just do as I ask! Please."
John stepped back until Sherlock said over the phone, "Stop there. Look up."
"Oh my..." John's eyes grew wide as he stared at his best friend in horror.
"I-I can't come down, so we'll just...have to do it like this," Sherlock's voice echoed in his ears.
"What's going on?" John asked.
"An apology. It's all true. I'm a fraud. I invented Moriarty," Sherlock briefly turned to glance at the grinning body behind him.
"Why are you saying this?" John asked.
"Tell anyone who will listen to you," Sherlock continued. "I want you to tell Mrs. Hudson and Molly..." His voice trailed off.
"Shut up, Sherlock. The first time we met, you asked me Afghanistan or Iraq, remember?"
"I researched you. No one could be that clever," Sherlock responded, his voice shaking.
"No, that's enough. Stop it now," John's voice broke. He took a step towards Bart's and Sherlock's voice commanded him, "No! Stay right where you are."
John looked back up at Sherlock, who had stretched out a hand, "Keep your eyes fixed on me."
Sherlock took a deep breath, "This phone call, well, it's my note. That's what people do, isn't it? They leave a note."
John listened in horror and gasped out, "No!"
The call ended.
The detective took a step foreward.
It's finally over.
Before you ask, yes I will be writing/posting a sequal, but it will take some time. I have a lot of planning to do before the sequal goes up. Thank you all for your support, comments, suggestions and reviews. And like always...
Thanks for reading.