They'd found out about Moriarty. What he wanted. His plans. Everything. John left to go to the car. Sherlock knelt down in front of the wooden chair I sat on. He slightly drew back the sleeve of my jumper where Moriarty had grasped it to force me into the chair, and then held my hands.

"Are you okay, Rosalie?"

"Yeah." Sherlock's phone rang. He glanced down at it, then looked at me.

"Downstairs. Now. Go to John. Stay with him. He'll look after you."

"Sherlock? What's going on?"

"Downstairs. Car. Now." I stood up, grabbing my coat and did as he told me. I ran to the car John was stood outside of and tugged at his coat.

"Allie?"

"Sherlock told me to come down to you. He got a phone call. He seemed panicked."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know." John was looking over me, behind me, at the door of 221B.

"Oh God."

"What? John what's going on?"

"Allie, stay here."

"John!" I shouted after him as he ran towards the door.

10 minutes later, Sherlock and John came out of the house.

"What's happened?"

"Moriarty has found out about our other brother, Merlin. I believe that he may try to use Merlin."

"What? We have to get Merlin now!"

"We don't know where he'll be yet, Rosalie," Sherlock told me.

"I don't care. He's our brother. There has to be a way. Sherlock, please?" I begged him.

"Allie, we're going to do all we can, aren't we, Sherlock?" John cutted in, looking at my brother.

"I don't know yet, John. I don't know if I can get him safely."

"You could at least act like you are going to, Sherlock. For your sister's sake."

"Oh yes because lying is going to make it better and mean he magically gets saved. Wait. His magic. We can use that to get him out of there."

"Can't we just ring him?"

"He is pathetic at answering his phone, Rosalie. Surely you can remember that about your own brother. Shush. I am trying to plan a way to save our brother seeing as you can't think of any ways."

"You wouldn't agree to help him a minute ago, so don't lecture me about saving Merlin."

"Sherlock, Allie, stop it," John sighed, "Allie, can you try ringing him anyway. You never know he may pick up." I nodded. I stepped towards 221B, pulling out my phone. I found his number and rang it. One ring. Two rings. Three. Four. Five. Six.

"Hello?" He picked up on the last ring. At least he picked up.

"Merlin? It's Allie."

"Allie? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I'll explain some other time. Where are you? Are you anywhere near 221B?"

"I'm by Marble Arch. Why? Allie, what's happened? Is Sherlock there?"

"Sherlock's by the car," Sherlock looked over as he heard his name and came over to me. He held out his hand, waiting for the phone.

"He wants to talk to you." I handed Sherlock the phone. He smiled slightly and took it.

"Merlin, listen to me. Where are you?" Pause.

"Meet me, John and Rosalie by the Costa at Marble Arch in 10 minutes." Pause.

"It's a long story. I'll explain it to you later. Bye." Sherlock hung up then handed me back my phone.

"Did you get that, Allie?"

"I think so."

"Good. In the car. Let's go."

Fifteen minutes later we were outside Costa, wondering where Merlin was.

"Maybe I should ring him back?" I suggested.

"No. Not yet. He'll be here."

"But Sherlock, I'm worried about him. What if Moriarty has him?"

"If he does then ringing him will make it worse because then Moriarty will know we are looking for Merlin. Then he may use Merlin to get us to him because if you hadn't realised, Rosalie, Moriarty is clever."

"Sherlock," John started.

"Then he may torture Merlin or even kill him. Do you want that, Rosalie? No. So we don't ring Merlin because that will probably happen."

"Sherlock, stop it. She's only 15," John told him. They looked at each other. I tried not to cry. John took my hand under the table.

"Sherlock? Allie? John?" I turned around, faster than the speed of light. Merlin stood there with a blonde man by his side.

"Merlin! Thank God." I jumped up out of my seat and threw my arms around my brother.

"Woah, Allie. Calm down."

"You don't know the story. Thank God you're okay."

"I told you he'd be here, Rosalie," Sherlock added.

"Sherlock? Shut up," John told him.

"So this is your brother and sister, Merlin?" The blonde man asked.

"Oh, yes, Arthur. Arthur this is Rosalie or Allie, John Watson and Sherlock. Sherlock and Allie are my siblings. John is a friend. John, Sherlock, Allie, this is-"

"-Prince Arthur. Yes I know, Merlin. Son of Uther Pendragon and the Lady Igraine," Sherlock finished rolling his eyes. Arthur was fairly good looking. Okay, very good looking.

"Right," Merlin stated awkwardly.

"Sherlock, are you going to explain everything now?"

"Hmm?"

"Sherlock, tell Merlin what's happening," I told him. My brother could be really clever. He could also keep back information.

"Oh, yes, well, Merlin, basically Allie got threatened by an old friend Moriarty with a gun and we thought he was going to go after you so Allie insisted that we came and found you."

"You could at least pretend you cared," I said to Sherlock.

"I do."

"You have a very funny way of showing it."

"Rosalie I think you'll find-"

"You two dollop heads shut up. Allie, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I smiled at Merlin.

"Good," he smiled back.

"Well hurry up and sit down and then we can discuss our next move," Sherlock rolled his eyes again. Merlin, Arthur and I sat down.

"By 'we discuss' do you mean you think about the next move and we have no choice but to agree to it?" I asked Sherlock.

"Shush, Rosalie, I'm trying to think."

"Does it involve killing or hurting people?"

"Shush, Rosalie. You know who I am you know how I work, someone will probably get hurt perhaps killed."

"Wow, Sherlock. Do you really have that much of a problem with people?"

"Some. Shush, Rosalie, thinking."

"You're a psychopath."

"I'm not a psychopath, I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research."

"What?"

"John shut her up will you?"

"Allie…"

"Fine, I'll pretend I'm not here."

"Finally."

"Sherlock!"

"Allie, you said you'd pretend. I'm trying to think. Why don't you go and get another drink?"

"If you give me money for it."

"Honestly, people these days. They can't even remember some money."

"You were the one who sent me out of the house."

"Clot poles, quit it."

"Merlin, describe Clot pole," Arthur told him.

"Well, sire, you should know…"

"Why is that?" Merlin grinned.

"Well, you are one…"

"I don't believe that in a dictionary it says Clot pole- Sherlock, Rosalie and Arthur, Merlin," Sherlock stated.

"How do you know?"

"Merlin, he has probably read the dictionary…" I told him.

"Of course I have, Allie."

"My point exactly."

"Now, stop talking and go and get a drink. Here's money. Now go, let me think." I stood up and stepped into the café. I got to the till and ordered another drink. The man handed me my drink and I turned to leave but paused. Moriarty sat in the corner. He waved at me. I hurried off back to Sherlock. What the hell was Moriarty doing?

"Sherlock."

"Thinking, Allie."

"No Sherlock this is important."

"Allie, thinking." I was shaking. My drink slipped and shattered on the floor.

"Sherlock why the hell won't you listen to me?"

"What's wrong?"

"Moriarty's in there."

"You must be imagining things."

"I'm not."

"Come with me." He led me around the back of the café into an alley.

"Sherlock?" He started shouting at me in my face.

"Why the hell would Moriarty be in a café are you mad as well as stupid?!"

"No! Sherlock! I- I –He-He-" I started crying, "He was there!"

"Thank you. I'm sorry I just needed you to talk quickly." He gave me a hug.

"We're going to go, okay? If Moriarty is in there then John, Arthur and Merlin will already be gone."

"Why didn't you bring them round here with us?"

"Because then Moriarty would have known something was up."

"Where are we going to go?"

"We're going to Mycroft. Then I'll think of something. Come on."

"How are we going to get there without Moriarty noticing?"

"We'll go the back way." He took my hand.

"Allie, come on."

"I want to go home."

"You can't. There'll be people watching the house."

"Won't they be watching Mycroft's too then?" I pulled away and started to walk out.

"Allie, don't."

"Sherlock, I'm going home."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am. You're not going to win this argument." I ran out onto the street. Too late. I got pulled into a car.

"Rosalie!" The last thing I saw was Sherlock running towards me as the car drove away.