The Game's Back On *BBC Sherlock Fanfic*Jim Moriarty sat in his new flat over in Glasgow, smiling at the screens in front of him.The Game's Back On *BBC Sherlock Fanfic*1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
They showed the surveillance systems for all of his snipers (especially Moran) and their marks (especially Dr. Watson) and were glowing brightly.
It’s been two years since he pretended to blow his brains out on the roof of St. Bart’s. Sherlock even tried to stop him. How ordinary! So very human.
He had heard Sherlock’s “note” to Dr. Watson, and even saw him fall.
Goddammit, he didn’t expect the man to kill himself as well!
Suddenly the feed to Mycroft Holmes’s elaborate office at Buckingham Palace started to collect static. Same for the sniper trained on him.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he murmured. He’d been watching Dr. Watson too much, the talk of a soldier was wearing off on him. Disgusting.
He checked the other feeds, lingering on the former soldier’s. Watson had his limp back, and was currently making tea.