Sherlock knew it was going to be a bad day.

Waking up handcuffed in the back of a van didnt make it any better.

Yes, Moriarty had kidnapped Sherlock. Again.

It seemed like they had been driving for hours when they finally stopped. They had arrived. As the door was open, Sherlock fell backwards, as he had been leaning against the door during the long drive down.

Strong hands picked him up and undid the handcuffs roughly.

"Watch out, wouldnt want you taking a tumble now, would we?"

Sebastian Moran. Moriartys infamous sidekick/PA/boyfriend. He was rough, violent and cruel, and those were just some of his better qualities.

About 5 minutes later, after a short wait while Moriarty dealt with a client, they were both seated at a large mahogany desk that just screamed expense.

"What do you want?" Sherlock asked wearily. He knew what Moriarty was like, and being handcuffed in the back of a van for 2 hours had put him in a bad mood.

"Well," began Moriarty silkily, "Ive noticed we havent been playing any of our little games recently."

"Yes, yes. Get to the point!"

Moriarty slid a file across the desk towards him. "Lily Avant."

Sherlock studied the picture of a young girl disintererestedly. "Murdered?"

"No!" replied Moriarty , giggling. "Shes our latest game!"

"OK..." began Sherlock. "So, what type of game?"

"You have to foster her for a week!" he finished triumphantly. Moriarty was rather pleased with this game.

"You have got to be joking..."he trailed off as Moriarty shook his head. "What makes you think ill do it anyway?"

"I know you cant resist a good challenge!" beamed Moriarty.

"You know me too well." Sherlock muttered.