the game is over; the race is won. Sherlock was just another unworthy competitor after all. How disappointing. How boring. It ends, once again, with a gun to his head

It's frightening how, even if the premises for this fic are far from the ones in the show, this sentence I quoted makes perfect sense in Moriarty's head a minute before he shot himself on the roof at Bart's! Just... wow, you. Wow.

I loved this!