AN: Please note, I don't own Shall We Date?: Guard Me Sherlock or any of the characters. This story also takes place near the end of the normal story for season 1 Sherlock, so if you aren't there yet, you may be a bit confused.
I wake up from a deep sleep. Opening my eyes, I immediately sit up. My heart pounds as I realize, this is not 221B.
"So you're awake." The voice speaks up from somewhere I can't see. I shrink back, pressing up against the headboard of the extravagant bed I woke up in. The man named Sebastian Moran enters with a tray. "I brought breakfast."
"Where the Hell am I? Why am I here?" I pause. "You know Sherlock is my boyfriend. He'll find me. You'll be arrested for abducting me."
"Doesn't matter. I just follow James's orders and he wanted you. That's all I care about."
"Is this his house then?" I question, gaining no sort of response. "Well, I don't want breakfast. Not from you."
"Eat. If you need proof that it's not poisoned, I'll take a bite first."
"You people are responsible for everything that happened, aren't you? Trying to mug me at Lucci & Mason, dropping those stage lights, forcing Edgar to quit the play. You sent me all those threats and even hacked Sherlock's computer." I become more and more agitated as I speak. It's their fault, they're the ones to blame for everything that's happened.
"Not quite. I don't want James getting blamed for stuff he didn't do. We just did the stage lights and the computer hack, the rest was someone else, probably Clark." He notices my skeptic look. "It's true, whether you believe it or not."
In that case, Clark was the one after the data and James was after. . . me? Suddenly, the door to the room opens and a man walks in unannounced. He's on the taller end of the spectrum with greying hair and dark pine colored eyes.
"Shift change, it's my turn to watch the girl." Moran nods and glances over at me. He makes a motion that tells me breakfast isn't an option. And then I was alone with the guard. I tense up. It's not that I like Sebastian, it's just, I'd rather be near an evil I know than one that's a mystery.
"Where's the data? We checked your bag after you arrived, but it wasn't in there, so where did you put it?"
"As if I'd tell you. You know, it's not good form, going through a woman's handbag without permission. Even if it's you, Sherlock." I smirk at his shock. He takes off his disguise so I can see his real face.
"How did you figure it out?" It's funny, seeing him so surprised. It's rare for Sherlock to not see something coming. "I must be losing my touch. Normally, not even John can recognize me."
"You may have disguised your face and voice, but I'd know those hands anywhere."
AN: Sorry, that ending was really abrupt. I'll have to fix it next time I have free time.