A/N: Warning! If you want to sort of Johnlock ending, I suggest you don't read this part. See The End for more notes.

October 16th - One Month Later

Jim Moriarty stood at the edge of the graveyard, watching the scene unfold before him. John Watson stood at his grave with Sherlock Holmes next to him. He placed a single red rose on the pile of dirt and then stood back up. He looked better than the last time Jim had seen him and Jim felt equal parts relieved and angry.

He had on a hoodie and jeans, the hood pulled up to cover his face. He doubted John would recognize him, even if the ex-army doctor would think to look, which he probably wouldn't since he had always been painfully unobservant. But Sherlock on the other hand was a different story so Jim kept the hood obscuring as much of his face as possible. He had headphones in, listening to Sherlock and John's conversation. He'd had a microphone planted months ago, buried slightly in the dirt but still clearly heard.

"You didn't have to come with me." John told Sherlock, giving him a small smile.

"I don't mind." Sherlock shrugged, wrapping his coat tighter around himself. It was a chilly Autumn morning but the sun was surprisingly bright in the sky.

Someone grabbed Jim by the shoulder, his buds falling from his ears and interrupting his listening. "We've got to go." Sebastian informed him.

"Fine." Jim snapped, annoyed at having been interrupted. He risked one last glance at John but he was already walking away, his arm around Sherlock's waist. "Give me a minute."

Seb nodded and went to start up his car. It was a silver Jag XK120 and a bit more conspicuous than Jim would have liked but he had to applaud the sniper's choice, sleek and elegant.

Jim hurried to the grave where he was supposedly buried, the leaves crunching under his feet. He made sure John and Sherlock were out of sight before bending down and picking up the rose John had left. He smiled when he saw the thorns were still on the stem.

Pushing his hood back, he went to where Sebastian had the car idling, waiting for him. He slipped into the passenger seat, jumping into the car without opening the door. He placed the rose up to his nose and inhaled deeply, the scent calming him.

"I still can't believe you didn't tell me you were alive Jim." Moran said gruffly, lighting a cigarette. "I'm almost killed Watson."

"Good thing you didn't." Jim replied, glaring at him. "You would have regretted it."

"Jesus Jim, that stunt you pulled on the roof. How could you not tell me?"

"It was necessary." Jim shot back tersely.

"One day you're going to explain everything to me."

"I wouldn't count on it."

Jim went into the glove box and pulled out his sunglasses. He shoved them onto his face and sat back in his seat, lounging comfortably with his face tilted up towards the sun. He twirled the rose between his fingers and smiled.

"When we get to the hotel, I want you to get in contact with Irene Adler. Tell her it's time." Jim informed his right hand man as they raced through London. After such a long time away, it was good to be back in his city again.

"Yes boss."

Jim started peeling the flower petals away. He loves me, he loves me not. When there was only one petal left, Jim's smile widened.

He loves me.

Jim watched as it slipped through his fingertips and went sailing through the air. Nothing was left but the thorny stem.

Jim retrieved his phone out of his pocket and slid the bar to unlock it. He came face to face with the object of his affection and his fingers traced the lines of John's face. He felt a familiar thrum of anticipation coursing through him as he thought of how soon they were to reuniting. As soon as everything was in place with Irene, Jim would make his move.

"You're sure about this Jim?" Moran asked, shouting over the roar of the engine and the wind whipping past.

"Oh yes." Jim nodded, forcing himself to put his phone away. He'd have the real John in his arms soon enough. The thought made him giddy. "I feel like misbehaving."

A/N: What can I say? Reichenbach'd! As you've probably guessed, the next part is going to be a retelling of ASiB but to fit into this universe. Right now it'll be titled Maybe We Can Find New Ways To Fall Apart but that is subject to change. It'll have Sherlock and Jim fighting over John in a more active capacity because that is, if you haven't noticed, one of my favorite things. Hopefully I'll see you all there and if not, thank you for reading!