Harriet Watson trusted nobody. She was cold; distance from others was what protected her. She hadn't always been like this. Just since that night. All through her childhood her parents had hated her, they'd always made her feel second best to her precious baby brother John. She hated it and she hated him. When they had died three years ago, all their money had gone to John. He took it without even a second glance at the financial trouble his own sister was in. She was about to be kicked out of her flat, about o lose everything when Clara came along. Clara had money, and lots of it. She was clearly head over heels in love with Harry. Harry didn't waste the opportunity; she proposed to Clara and then used up every last penny Clara owned, buying phones, a new flat, etc. Two years later Clara started to see what Harry was doing, Harry turned to drink, it was her escape, the only thing that kept her sane. If you could call it that. Within a few months of Harry starting to drink all the money was gone. She was sick of pretending to be a lesbian so she divorced Clara. She had enough goods to sell to buy the flat so she no longer had to worry about paying the rent. Now, eight months after divorcing Clara, Harry had stopped drinking and was on the lookout for a job. But not the usual kind. Not the sit-in-the-office-all-day-bored-out-of-your-mind type of job. Harry wanted the kind of job that a certain consulting criminal had a vacancy at. Harry wanted to enter the web of the most dangerous spider in London.

Jim Moriarty needed a new game. He was bored. It had been six months since he had forced Sherlock to jump off the hospital roof. He knew he wasn't dead. It was just too obvious, Jim wasn't dead either. It had been Sebastian's idea, small explosive charge which he bit down on as he fell, a bag of blood in his jacket which popped as he fell onto it. In truth it had been far too easy, boring even. Neither of them would die, both would then hide from each other. Except it's harder for an angel to hide. Spiders can hide anywhere. Jim Moriarty knew that he couldn't hide forever. Knew that would be boring. He had people watching Sherlock. He had found out that John and Sherlock were, finally, a couple. He nearly vomited at this, but, he thought, he had seen it coming. He was expecting it t happen sooner or later. Jim texted Sebastian asking him to kill someone and as he was putting his phone down he got a text from an unknown number.

Look out of your window Jim Moriarty.

He frowned and stood up, he looked through a chink in the curtains standing on the side of the road opposite his house was a young lady, she seemed delicate, fragile even, the sort of person Sebastian could snap in half easily. Her short, wavy, ginger hair blew in the wind and she looked up at him, making eye contact. She was fiddling with a knife, a nice one too, gold handle, silver blade, serrated. Jim smiled softly to himself as the lady pulled out her phone. As she put it back away another text came through.

I can see you watching me. Come down and talk to me, Mr. Moriarty.

He decided that for once he would take a risk, he knew that his men would be watching anyway, ready to shoot her at the first sign of trouble. He smoothed his jacket down and left the window. He walked out of the flat and across the road. She smiled at him as he approached her and said,

"Good morning, I assume it was you that was texting my number? May I ask how you acquired it?" She grinned and said,

"I can hack into anything, anywhere, finding the phone number of one, rather infamous, criminal was child's play." Jim struggled between grinning and frowning, he opted for a grin, this woman could be highly useful. He extended a hand,

"Jim Moriarty, but I suppose you already know that. If I may ask, who are you?" She smiled sweetly back,

"Harriet Watson. But please, call me Harry." She shook his hand gently and his grin widened,

"Watson? Like... John Watson?" She nodded,

"I'm his older sister. I hate him. Hate his guts." Jim thought originally that she could be useful, this was getting better. Almost too good to be true... he frowned,

"How do I know you aren't lying to me?" He said, taking a step closer to her, so their noses were almost touching, "How do I know that you aren't going to kill me the second I decided to trust you?" Harry had been expecting this, she knew exactly how to reply,

"You don't know. You're going to have to take that risk. But, I did manage to find your phone number, and I am the first person outside of your web to know you're alive, I think you've started trusting me already , dear." She smirked, she knew she was right. Jim sighed; he also knew she was right.

"Then I guess I'll take the risk, but know that if you are lying to me, I will turn you into a jumper for your dear brother. Is that clear?" He glared at her menacingly. She just smiled at him,

"Crystal." He smirked and started walking towards his flat,

"Come on then!" he said as he crossed the road. She scampered to catch up with him, knowing now would be the perfect time to tell him that she had 'information' to give to him. She caught up with him and said,

"I have information, regarding John and Sherlock. Something that they have worked unbelievably hard to keep a secret." Jim stopped just outside the door to his flat,

"I own secrecy, darling." She scoffed and watched him unlock the door. He walked inside the flat and looked around him, gesturing for her to follow him through to his study. Harry stepped inside and peered around, it was enormous, bigger than a normal sized house. She looked around her and saw that there were blueprint for things everywhere. She walked through to the study and saw a desk that probably cost more than she had owned in her whole life. He gestured to a chair and she sat in it. She opened her mouth to begin telling him her information but he stopped her with a wave of his hand. He pulled out his phone and said,

"'Bastian? Get over here, right now." There was a pause while Sebastian answered and then Jim said, "Harriet Watson, yeah john's sister. She has information for us." Jim snapped phone shut as he said to Harry,

"Getting my right hand man over to hear your information, so this had better be good, honey." She smiled, and replied,

"It is. Is your 'right hand man' Sebastian Moran? I found his number too. And found out a lot about him." Jim nodded as Sebastian entered the house and let himself in. He called out,

"Where are you, boss?" Jim replied,

"I'm in the study!" Sebastian entered the study and Harry took a sharp intake of breath, he had to be at least 6 foot 7 and he was pure muscle. His hair was fairly long and bounced slightly as he walked. He smiled at her with a set of perfectly straight, white teeth. She composed herself and smiled back.

"Hello Sebby dear!" Jim said, "This lovely young lady is Harry Watson, she was just about to tell me something top secret." Jim and Sebastian laughed. Harry frowned at them,

"Go on then dear, fire away." Jim said. Harry sat up straighter in the chair and delivered the line that she knew would cause Jim and Seb to go into complete panic, of the good kind.

"They're getting married."

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