The Final Surprise

This is an AU JohnLock fanfiction ♥

Rated: PG

'Moriarty doesn't turn out to be what Sherlock expected'

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       A cool slight breeze blew gently and a blanket of darkness covered the clear moon lit sky. The tall dark haired detective stood straight and pulled his blazer snugly around himself. His cheekbones created a deep shadow, and the corners if his mouth twitched up slightly in anticipation.

        He quietly walked out of his comfortable flat on 221B Baker Street going unnoticed by their landlady or anyone else. John had gone off to Sara's again. Sherlock had went and decided by himself that he would meet this 'dangerous criminal' who had been keeping him busy with these crimes and puzzles all this time.

        They were to meet at 9:00 p.m. precisely, at the same pool where poor little Carl Powers drowned. That being the very first case Sherlock was interested in as a young boy.

       Catching a cab ride and then briskly walking the short rest of the way, he took cautious steps while walking towards the eerie, empty pool house. The curly haired sociopath was a twinge excited and ever so curious of who this 'Moriarty' figure would be.

'What would he look like?

What's going to happen?

Is he as brilliant as he seems?'

      All of these thoughts raced through his mind, kind of like a sort of childlike wonder you could say. He was dying of anticipation, but he knew he also had to be careful. Nobody was there to back him up, John wouldn't be there to save him if he needed it.

He was on his own.

        The statistics showed that his mysterious mastermind would most likely be a man, but that was just some of what Sherlock could deduce of him. He was prepared for a man of genius and a master of crime, but he could only confirm his suspicions by meeting him. The detective slowly and cautiously walked into the pool center, clutching the missile plans in one hand, and in his other pocket securely holding a British army Browning l9A1 military Browning for protection.

           He wasn't sure if firearms would be involved, but just as a per caution. He could feel the adrenaline from meeting someone who could match to his intellect  pumping through his veins.

This was what he lived for. The rush of the game.

He was nearing the entrance of the pool house.

       Sherlock was prepared for whatever he thought could have the possibility of happening.

     But with only this amount of data, his knowledge was severely limited.

     'Finally i can see who this Moriarty is.'

He quietly thought to himself, ridiculously afraid that his thoughts could be heard in some way.