Here it is... I'm enjoying this muse in my head. Words are flowing quickly but I want to know what you think. I'd love any feedback.

As always I own nothing, which is a shame. Alas, Ava is my own creation so enjoy.

Chapter 2- Dangerous Type

When the water in her bath had run cold Ava finally willed herself up and out. Nearly feeling more human than before she quickly dried off and put on the robe on the back of the door. As she cinched the belt there was a firm knock at the door. When she opened the door Sherlock was standing there with a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

"Will these suit you?" He asked.

She took the small bundle and peeked at his offerings. "Yea they're great. I'll be right out" she said as she closed the door leaving Sherlock to his thoughts again.

He felt as if this was a smoking night again as he opened the window in the living room so he and Ava could smoke while she talked about her capture and her captivity. He also opened a bottle of wine knowing that alcohol lowers inhibitions and allows most people to open up with the truth. When Moriarty is still possibly in play every bit of information he could get could be essential. When he sat down he was hardly prepared for the sight of Ava walking in the room all legs and bare feet. Her dressing down was open until she sat down in John's seat and pulled it closed and spoke.

"I just wanted to say thank you Sherlock, your hospitality is such a relief after my time captive."

"Now I want your story Ava, and please don't bore me." Sherlock said trying to distance himself.

She found the glass of wine on the table beside the chair and all but gulped it down and poured another. When she sat back she looked pointedly at Sherlock and began to speak.

"This was unnecessary Sherlock but I'll humor you none the less." She took another sip of the wine and continued talking.

"It was December 3rd. I was closing up my food truck after lunch. I had sent my friend Mike, who helps me run things, home early. So I was by myself when I was ambushed and snatched by 6 large Russian men. The pushed me back into my truck and took me to Port Authority. By the time we got there I had killed two of the four men who were trying to keep me subdued. I was taken on a cargo ship to British Columbia where I was taken to a private jet and that was where I met Jim Moriarty. He said I was to be his new favorite 'pet'. If I was going to be good he would also consider me as his new 'Live-In'. Now I had just been abducted and taken away from my home and work with little explanation there was no way in hell I was going to be good." She took another sip and continued.

"At this point we were on our way to England and I had already split Moriarty's lip and bruised his ribs to make a point. He informed me that he was looking for someone special and he was thrilled that he had to look no further than Mary Watson's long lost sister. I would be used as blackmail to manipulate John and my sister against you and possibly to be molded to follow in his footsteps or stand by his side. It took a week of spitting in his face, escape attempts, and killing 4 more Russian goons to realize that the only way his plan would work if if he used me for blackmail before I escaped. He also began drugging me so that I would only be conscious 2 hours a day. That was when things got hazy and I don't remember a whole lot."

Sherlock sat back in his chair nonchalantly and said "Pity, you would have been far more useful undercover."

Ava stood up insulted. "I am not a pawn Mr. Holmes. I have free will, a temper and a right hook that would shatter those angular cheekbones of yours. You would do well to remember that in the future." She turned away from Sherlock and began to stomp away only to stop and turn back around to face him again.

"On second thought, the way your brain works, that is logical. However; I am not the type of a person who can sit idle and observe while my life and the lives of people I love hang in the balance. My first instinct is to fight. That's just who I am." She took a deep calming breath and said goodnight before retreating to John's old bedroom.

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Sherlock's breath was heavy on her neck as he had Ava pinned against the wall. He had her lifted high pushing himself deep inside her causing them both to groan from the sensation. Sherlock's usual smooth baritone voice was replaced by deep guttural moans as Ava squeezed tighter around around him bringing him closer and forcing him to bringing one of his hands in between them to rub circles on Ava's core resulting in her sudden screams and bringing her to the edge...

Just to be woken up by the sound of music on a violin. The dream had Ava panting in recovery. "As if.." she muttered quietly to herself as she shed the blankets that were tangled in her legs away from her body, no doubt in that state due to the incredibly erotic dream she just had. She stalked her way to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face and took a moment to appraise her appearance. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep but her hair was heavily tousled into chaotic waves going everywhere not that there was much she could do with it until Mary returned that afternoon. She made her way down the stairs and at this point she only had one thought in her mind and not even the sound of Vivaldi being played could distract her from her current quest.

"Coffee!" She demanded as she stood in the doorway staring Sherlock down hard.

Sherlock fought back a chuckle as he took in her current state he continued playing as he directed her to the kitchen. Only a moment had passed by the time she draped herself sideways in John's old chair. Sherlock paid her no mind until he heard her moan in appreciation and relief. The sound sent shivers down his spine in a way he never experienced before.

At that moment his phone received a message. He begrudgingly put his violin down and looked at the disappointing message. Mycroft of course, saying he would be here within the hour to speak with Ava. He slumped into his chair and saw Ava nursing her coffee appearing to be in total bliss.

"Enjoy that coffee while you can, Satan will be here soon and ruin it for you." He said annoyed.

"Satan?" She asked slightly confused.

"Satan, my brother, same difference." He replied.

She chuckled as she sat up and swallowed the last bit of her coffee.

"Guess I'd better start on another cup then. You want one?" She asked as she stood up.

"Black, three sugars." She left the room and returned promptly with a steaming mug in each hand.

"That was easy enough." She said as she returned to her seat and handed Sherlock his.

"I should hope the task would have been. You run a food truck for God's sake." He condescendingly replied.

"I only said that because it was the same way I drink mine. Ass." She sat back defeated. Only to sit right back up.

"You may not understand why or how but cooking is a science to which I take very seriously. There are infinite combinations and techniques not to mention psychological and chemical reactions to certain foods that is completely fascinating. So don't you dare think my science is less important than yours. I believe I am nearly as clever as you are but our minds process things completely different ways so don't insult me again or else I will lay a truth bomb on you so hard that you will be scarred for life from it."

Ava sat back in her chair already emotionally drained and frustrated, when Sherlock surprised her.

"My apologies Ava, I was out of line." Sherlock told her honestly. He had no idea how she was capable of such passion with such high intellect and it only gave him more questions about her. She was a new mystery he was almost eager to solve, and wasn't that something new indeed.

I'm looking to have the next chapter up in the next few days. See you soon!