"Please, can you help me? I'm so scared." Jim Moriarty might have convinced you that he's a no strings attached consulting criminal, but there's an extension of him that he is proud to call a daughter. Jim and Sebastian are the only family Elise has, she'd do anything for them, she loves them and they love her too... right? When Jim decides to play yet another game with Sherlock Holmes and his new family, Elise is content to help, excited even- she'd do anything for her dad, no matter what... right?

Hi, so I started this a few months ago but I'm still about half way through :) Anyway, I may or may not have mentioned how obsessed I am with the idea of Jim and Seb having a kid- specifically a daughter -and I could not get this idea out of my head that she was kidnapped first.
So yeah, I hope you like it, let me know what you think :)

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Phone call: [recorded June 7 6:41pm]

Hello? Is anyone there? Please, can you help me? I'm so scared.

Why are you scared, dear?

He's coming to get me. He killed my mother and now he wants to get me too.

Who's coming to get you?

A man named Sebastian Moran. He came to our house and told my mum that my father wanted to see me but she always told me that my father was dead- I never even knew him. When my mother wouldn't let him take me away, he shot her and tried to grab me but I ran away. I'm so scared; I don't know why this is happening.

Moran… What's your name, sweetheart?

My name is Elise. Please, my mother told me that if I was ever in trouble, I had to speak to a man named Sherlock Holmes. Do you know him? This is supposed to be his number…

Of course I know him, dear. Sherlock and I are great friends- this is his old phone. In fact, I knew your mother too.

Really?

Oh yes, dear Irene Adler, what a wonderful woman, she talked about you all the time. I can't believe she's dead- I'm so sorry…

Can you help me find Mr Holmes? I'm hiding now, but I'm afraid that man will find me.

There's nothing to be afraid of, my dear. Where are you hiding? I'll come and pick you up and then we can pay a visit to Sherlock.

Oh, thank you, sir. I'm in a burnt out cottage, near Whitehall Park.

It's no trouble at all, my dear. I happen to be right around the corner from there.

Line disconnected.

[End of phone call June 7 6:58]

Elise smiled slightly as she walked out of the ruins of the old cottage and a black car pulled out in front. She started nervously towards it, and then a man stepped out. She recognised him straight away; Sebastian Moran. She turned to run but was too slow and Sebastian easily grabbed her.

"No! Let me go!" Elise screamed, desperately struggling to get out of his firm grip. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Oh, shut it." Sebastian snapped, pushing her into the car and slamming the door behind her.

As the door shut behind her, Elise started to cry. Then she felt arms cradle around her as someone brought her in for a hug. She heard a soft voice; the voice from the phone.

"Shh, it's okay, you're okay now," the voice said. She twisted round to look at the man who had been on the phone. He was pale, with dark brown hair, and he wore a dark blue, expensive looking suit. His expression was soft, as was his voice, but his brown eyes were cold and amused.

"Who are you?" Elise sobbed.

"Jim Moriarty," he said softly. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Still crying, she tried to push away from him but he held her still. "What do you want from me?" she managed to ask.

"Oh, my dear," he began, "I want to get to know my darling daughter of course!"

"W-what?" she stammered.

"Yes, now you're getting it, aren't you Elise? Your bitch of a mother hid you from me all these years, and now, finally, I have you back. If she had of just let Sebastian take you without a fuss, I might've let her live, too. But she still tried to keep you away from me, and that's why she had to go." He looked down at her, his face seemingly sad. "I'm sorry, Elise, but it's her own fault."

"No, get off me!" As she finally managed to push him away from her, she moved back to the other car door, the one which she had been pushed though, only to find it locked. "Let me out!" She screamed, banging on the door. "Let me out!"

Jim laughed at her pathetic attempt of escape and said, "Oh, Elise, I just got you back- I'm not going to let you go again. Now, come here." Elise shook her head, pushing herself against the door. Moriarty leant back in his seat, pouting. "I don't want to hurt you, Elise. But I will if I have to, make no mistake. So, come here."

Slowly, Elise moved over to him, and he pulled her down into a hug, her head resting on his chest- like a normal father would hug his daughter. Tears ran down her cheeks as he ran a hand through her hair.

"Shh," he murmured, "everything's going to be okay- we'll be a family; you, me and Seb. Everything's going to be fine."

"I want to go home…" she whispered.

"You are going home, Elise. You're going to your new home- you're going to your proper home."

"I don't want to. I want to go to my old home, with my mum."

"Your mother's dead, get used to it," Jim hissed. "We're your family now. You'll grow to like it, I promise." At the mention of her mother, Elise began to cry again.

"Oh, Elise, you'll learn to get over it soon enough, I'll make sure of it. Now, just stay still for a minute, okay?" He whispered as he took out a small needle from his pocket and injected it into her arm.

Elise gasped at the sharp pain in her arm as he stuck her with the needle - already beginning to feel tired. She tried to sit up, but it was a weak attempt and he just held her closer.

"Shh," he hushed as her eyelids dropped closed. He called, "Sebbie, dear! You can come in now."

As the sniper got into the car and sat next to Jim, he nodded to her, still lying on Jim's chest. "She alright?" He asked.

"She will be, eventually." Jim replied, brushing a tear of her cheek. "She looks so peaceful when she's been drugged, don't you think, Seb?" He asked, a small laugh in his voice.

Seb gave a short bark of laughter. "She wasn't so peaceful when I came to the house- put up a pretty good fight. She's definitely your daughter."

"Our daughter, Seb," Jim corrected. "She's our daughter now. Imagine the things we'll teach her," he said excitedly. "She could bring down the world with us."

Seb looked at Elise with a smile. "She's quite a mix, isn't she?"

"Hmm?"

"Well, she's lived with Adler for nine years of her life, and now she'll grow up with us." He answered and Jim gave another crazed laugh. "The world better watch out for her."

"No, Sebbie," Jim said, shaking his head, "the world should look out for us."

He gave Sebastian another wicked grin and pushed a button on the roof, signalling for the driver to go. As the car pulled away from the curb, Jim pulled a phone out of his pocket and threw it to Seb.

"I told you taking his phone was a good idea," Jim scolded playfully. "Adler was a friend of his, it was too obvious that she'd go to him if she was in trouble, and the same applies to her daughter. But we should probably give it back to him- don't want our dear Sherlock missing out on any cases now, do we?"

Sebastian grinned at him and pocketed the phone. "I'll get it to him."

"Good, make sure he doesn't know we've taken it, though."

"I will."

Jim looked up at his sniper, and a coy smile twisted his lips. "What would I do without you, Tiger?"

Sebastian smirked at him. "You'd have to hire another gunman…"

"That's not what I was talking about," Jim said, leaning closer to him.

"I know," Sebastian said, as their lips met.

So, what'd you think? If you've read any of my work before, you know I gladly welcome reviews- even really mean and harsh ones -as long as you tell me why you didn't like it, or what you thought I can fix. Happy reviews are always good too, though, I might add XD
P.S. Do you guys get the joke on the front cover of this fic now? :D