Why a sociopath and a psychopath hardly make a good couple – because in the end one of them dies

NOTE: I do not own Sherlock or anything else, sadly I own nothing. It all belongs to BBC, Moffat, Gatiss and Doyle.If you like review! I´m not a native speaker as you may will realize during reading :) I hope to update regulary a big part of the story is already finished. So I hope you like it.

"I like to keep my enemies closer than my mirror ever gets to me"*

Sherlock remained standing at the left side of the pool. A sign of horror shot over his face, when he realized, John was clothed in explosives. The red dot dancing over his chest.

'Bloody Snipers'. Sherlock´s jaw tightened. No chance of escaping. He was still holding the usb devise in his right hand, now feeling incredible stupid, that he´d put John in this dangerous situation.

He stood there like a fool, not able to move, with the stupid stick in his hand and his only friend wrapped in explosives right in front of him.

He heard it before John and had already moved his head towards the source of the sound. The sound of High Heels, clicking noises one the tiled ground of the pool. A small woman walked limber into the scene.

A cheerful smile upon her face: "Finally get to meet you in person, Mr. Holmes! Oh, is this a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?"

"Both!" Sherlock replied flatly, starting to look around as she cried out: "Don´t be silly! Someone else is holding the rifle. I don´t like to get my hands dirty!"

She came closer and the sallow light made Sherlock see her face. Her short darkbrown hair reached her chin and whipped slightly as she moved closer, rocking her hips from side to side ever so slowly. Her perfectly manicured hands seemed to be soft, 'never had to work hard', he deduced. 'Wearing too much make up', her lips were painted with a deep red, 'makes her look older than she probably is'. His eyes flickered over her and he made his conclusions in seconds. He also saw, that her slender body was perfectly trained, in the way her muscles stretched and tightened as she slowly strolled over to Watson and him.

"What are you looking at, Mr. Holmes? Did you already made your conclusions about me? Let me tell you what, I made mine as well!"

"You are an expert in your very own area, connected to all those crimes I was working on, without ever getting yourself involved personally, just pulling the strings. You do possess money, wearing perfectly tailored designer clothes and Louboutins so I may assume that your business goes quite well?", very slowly he expressed his next deduction. "A consulting criminal… People come to you, if they need something to be done, something criminal."

She clapped her hands and cheered: "Very good, Mr. Holmes, very good indeed. Most people presume that I am a man. They never get to know me in person, of course." She laughed. "But you are an exception; I really wanted to meet you. To see the stupid look on your face, priceless!"

"Stop this. I have the missile plans! That´s what you want, isn´t it, that´s what this whole game was about!"

She stopped, standing behind John looking closely: "You should give your little pet more attention, was quite easy to kidnap him!" Her voice was threatening and low.

Sherlock just glared at her.

"I see, you are already sentimentally attached to your little pet. Don´t want me to harm him, mmh?" She mused, making a face.

"Just take those damn plans and let John go!" Sherlock yelled, holding up the plans in his hand.

"I don't want your stupid plans! I could have gotten them anywhere if I´ve wanted to!" She screamed back at him, as if he was to dull to understand what this was really about.

She took the last two steps, standing right in front of him. He smelt Chanel perfume, Sherlock looked down in her dark brown eyes and whispered trough gritted teeth: "What. Do. You. Want?" She cocked her had to one side, taking the usb device out of his hand looking at it several seconds. Then she just threw it into the pool, leaving Sherlock and John with a puzzled look on their faces. But John reacted, thanks to his army training, pretty quick, grabbing the woman in a headlock, she gasped, turning her head to John: "Johnny boy, do you think this is clever?" Sherlock pulled out John´s gun and pointed it towards her head.

"Oh it WAS a gun", her voice dropping, sounding all sad. "You wanne know a secret?"

"Do tell!"

"I have more than one sniper", she whisper-shouted at him. At that exact point a red dot appeared on Sherlock´s forehead. John sighed and released her.

'Her chuckles sounded a little crazy', John thought to himself and looked over to Sherlock, who was completely consumed by watching this maniac. John worried and felt the hint of jealousy in his stomach.

She brushed imaginary dust of her fancy coat and skirt. "Westwood!", she cried out. "Now Jonny boy be a good dog and leave us now, would you?"

John frowned and glared: "Shut the fuck up!" But she just locked her eyes in Sherlocks iceblue ones. "John, go and be safe!" he mumbled. The small woman in front of him eyed him with curiosity, cocking her head from side to side. "Sherlock! You can´t be serious!" John cried out. "John! Do as I say, I´ll be alright, Miss….", "Miss Gemma Moriarty, Sherlock. Tss- you know who I am, don´t play stupid." She stated. "Miss Moriarty and I have to talk and she will send her henchman away, won´t she?"

John stared at them, they didn´t even look at him as if he was just an insect disturbing them. He couldn´t believe it and stood next to them not moving away, frowning.

"Alright then, Mr. Holmes." She snapped her fingers and the red dots vanished immediately. "Are you satisfied now?"

"Sherlock!" John cried out, this was their chance to get her once and for all, couldn´t he see that?

"John. It´s fine, just leave now." Their eyes were locked into each other's, her lips twisted in a wicked smile. John still didn´t move, he couldn´t let his friend be alone with this crazy person. What if she just killed him? John couldn´t even stand that idea, but was although angry, how could Sherlock be so selfish? Is this all a game to him, as it is for her?

"You know what Sherlock? Do whatever you want, but I´m not coming back to save you!" He growled and for the first time in minutes Sherlock actually looked at him, but John already turned his back, pulled the jacket off and tossed it to the floor and left. The door slammed shut behind him. Sherlock would figure this out later. John had never been able to be angry at him for very long.

"Oh dear," she made a sad face but the corners of her red lips twitched "He will be pretty angry, you will have to make it up to him!"

The reflections of the dim light of the water mirrored in their faces. And the sudden peace was broken by Sherlock´s harsh voice: "So he´s gone now, so what is it that you want? And don´t think that I believe your henchmen are actually gone!"

"Tsk-tsk-tsk!" She pursed her lips: "You do thing very little of me! But they are gone! I preferre to talk in private. And for what I want…You do have formed your conclusion already, don´t mock me." She turned on her black Heels with the red sole and walked delicately slow away from him, hands behind her back, her hips rocking from side to side.

He couldn´t believe that he was actually distracted in his stream of thoughts by her bare movement. She wasn´t actually beautiful, but nevertheless attractive in a strange way. Her dark round eyes, her full lips, the small nose, nothing ugly in particular, he thought to himself, but still not breathtaking. So what was it about her?

"You start to bore me AND stop staring at my back!"

Sherlock decided to ignore her last statement and got going: "You like to play games, that´s obvious and you are bored. So I assume you want to play with a worthy adversary, who could actually beat you."

"Make no mistake, Mr. Holmes!" She laughed out. "You may be a worthy opponent for me, but you could never ever beat me! You belong to this dull and boring side of the angels, you would never go as far as it would take to even become a thread to me! You let them impose restrictions to yourself. For an instance I am free, doing whatever I like whenever I like, no one would dare to restrict me, I would simply kill them!" She had stopped and turned her head back over her shoulder to look at Sherlock, while she was talking. But he just gave her a smirk. "Oh am I mistaken here?" She turned around to face him, walking quickly back to him, examining his face with a mystified look and her head cocked to the left side. "I AM mistaken!" She beamed up at him. "So I think you can put the gun away now, we´ve been properly introduced now, so just put it away or are you afraid?" She sing-songed.

"PUT YOUR GUN AWAY!" She screamed at him as he didn´t react. Now he slowly slipped it back into his pocket. 'She is crazy or just playing very well. I should figure that out quickly!' He thought to himself. 'Or I will get killed.'

"Sooo honey, what do you wanne know? Let´s have dinner?"

"I´m not hungry."

"Oh shut the fuck up!" She stated grabbed his much higher small chin and pulled him down to her face, now it was her turn to smirk and she pushed her delicate red lips against his pale ones. His eyes widened and he didn´t return the kiss but grabbed her shoulders pushing her away forcefully. He gasped as she stumbled backwards and fell right into the light blue water of the pool. SPLASH!

He whipped his lips with the back of his hand, red lipstick all over them.

"What the hell..!" He screamed at her, but she had started to flail her arms and looked like she was drowning.

"I-I- cannot…" She spat water: "Not SWIM!" She tried hard to push herself up but her face covered in terror. "HELP!" Sherlock looked slowly around no one was coming, so they were alone. The movements of her arms got slower and she desperately gasped for air as her head sank under the surface of the water. "Fuck." Sherlock ripped of his coat, his scarf and his shoes and finally jumped into the pool with a header. He dived in the cool water and grabbed her by the waist to pull her up. He examined her face, she looked unconscious. Her dark eyes flew open getting him by surprise; she pushed him under the water forcefully. He could hear her shrill laughing, now his turn to try to get back to the surface. She was stronger than he thought, but he finally managed to get rid of her grip and emerged back to the surface.

"Are you crazy!?" He screamed at her. Moriarty´s face was half under water so her eyes glanced up to him as she breached and spit him a mouthful of pool water right in the face, her heels pushing him hard in the chest. He whipped his face and as he spotted her, she had already left the pool standing on the side of it laughing at him.

"You really thought I would drown! Oh dear, why rescuing me? ME? I´m your worst nightmare! You are so emotional and bound to your rules, just couldn´t let me die like that, helpless little girl in the water, couldn´t watch me drown!" She didn´t stop to laugh.

Sherlock stayed in the middle of the pool motionless arguing with himself how he could be so dull for god´s sake!? Why even believe her?

She started to undress herself on the edge of the pool dropping her soaking wet jacket to the ground, then her skirt and her blouse. Sherlock stared at her, she wasn´t actually wearing any underwear. Just dressed with her High-Heels she walked over to his coat, slowly picking it up and covering herself in it. Sherlock´s mouth dropped open. Her hand slid in the pocket taking out the gun, closely looking at it, releasing the safety catch and finally aiming at Sherlock still motionless in the water.

"What do you think, deary? I´m looking gorgeous in your stupid coat! And look now I do have a weapon!" And then she just shot. Sherlock didn´t even twitch.

She shot right next to his head.

"You know what? You just told me something really interesting about you, Sherlock! You are so bored that you are eager to play with me. You didn´t want to let me die, because you couldn´t, you could have drowned me with your bare hands in that pool, but you are so wanting this! You do wanne play! I´m not talking about the usual stuff, Sherlock. I´m talking about real fun! Ahh, come on don´t give me that look! You wanne play and I just decided, you are worthy! So come on get out of the water and theeeen we will se-e…!"

She dropped the gun on the floor. Sherlock climbed out of the water and the second he looked up she was standing right in front of him. Her dark hazel eyes gazing down at him a smile curling her still red lips. Her dark hair sticking soaking wet on her face. Falling drops of water from their soaking bodies was the only thing that was heard for several seconds.

Sherlock felt the anger rising in him, he usually got not carried away by his emotions, he didn´t even feel them the most time, but right now he was angry. This woman was playing with him, driving him mad, he just wanted her to stop. He jumped to his feet grabbing the sleeve of his coat tight and pushing her back with force until she crashed against metal lockers. A loud crack and air was pushed out of her lungs. But she kept her grin, making Sherlock even more livid, pushing her against the lockers again, but the smile still wouldn´t leave her round face.

"Did I tease you too much? I thought I would have to dig deeper." Sherlock growled and pushed his body against hers, again air was forcefully pushed out of her lungs and she gasped loudly. His hand automatically closing around her throat as his other one rose in an attempt to hit her right in her grinning face. "Come on, hit me, I don´t mind!" She choked.

Sherlock was more than confused; he got driven away by his anger, but why? She was right, he knew it all along, he desperately wanted to play the game a little longer. Just a little bit. He would set things right afterwards!

Instead of trying to get rid of his choking hand, she pulled him even closer, wrapping her right leg around his hip, forcing his body closer. "I. Really. Wanne. Play." She whispered in his ear. "But I´m not sure you know what I mean." She could see his pupils widen, his breath going just a little faster. "I´m not interested in your attempt!" he stated but realized at the same time, that his heartbeat had increased, she made him do this and she is just making him want her. How the hell does she do this?

"You surely are not. But you don´t know what you are missing!" She whispered her breath touching his neck making him shudder. Her nose brushed his ear ever so slightly. He grabbed her throat harder, pushing her head back against the cold metal. What he hadn´t realized, was that his body had betrayed him, his other hand rested on her thigh, holding it in place. He stared down, unable to believe that he did this, looking up again in her bemused face. "What are you doing to me?!"

"Nothing, darling!" She made an innocent face. "Just let go of me and I will be off."

But he didn´t let go immediately, so she added quickly: "Or you just get rid of those soaking wet clothes and fuck me right here!"

"Why would I want that?"

"You don´t know yet but I am sure you will like our little game even more! Why not trying? And if you try, shouldn´t it be with someone who matches you? Who can compete with you? Who could beat you in intellect, genius even?" She reached up, her lips just brushing over his. "What do you think, honey? Wanne play? Just let go this one time!" He wanted to play, but he wasn´t sure, if it was wise to give up his anti-sexual way of life just for a little thrill. Probably not, but his other hand had already left her throat, slowly wandering to her shoulder to pull her tighter and whispering in her ear. "You will need to prove it to me, that this will be worth it!" She exhaled sharply as his breath touched her ear.

"And again, darling, make no mistake! I don´t do anything for free!"

"So you finally tell me what you want?"

"No not now, of course, stupid. But remember: We will play for a while but in the end-" she grabbed his chin to make him face her and her eyes getting cold, "I. Will. Burn. The. Heart. Out. Of. You."

Sherlock felt a shiver running down his spine. He pulled the coat roughly over her shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed. She stretched her hands to hold his face again, but he grabbed both of them with one of his, pinning them over her head. A sound of surprise left her lips. Her breath increased as she realized, what he was up to. She smiled her wicked smile. "Want to make me feel helpless? Never going to happen!" Again he hit her back hard against the locker, but didn´t know what to do now, he hesitated for a second. And suddenly a phone rang.

*Quote from "Two against own" from Danger Mouse