"This will never work." Positivity was not on her side today. She'd woken up tired and in a bad mood due to lack of sleep, her head pounding and her throat scratching. Jim had tried to lighten her mood with the gift of a new necklace. A delicate silver necklace with a thin 'K pendant. It had made her smile...it was sweet and from Jim of course it made her smile. But it didn't do the trick of shaking her nerves.

"It won't if you keep telling yourself it won't." Patrick Robson sat to her right on a small wooden chair, delicately hot glue gunning the moulded prints to her finger tips. The small stickers were made out of thin silicone, nearly invisible to the human eye. Totally unrecognisable to someone not looking for them. It hurt like hell having them applied. The hot gun oozing like molten lava onto her skin, it would most likely do more damage than she thought but it beat going to prison.

"Are you almost done?" Moriarty pushed from a few feet away. If Katherine was going to be on time for the appointment they had to leave soon and this was a painstakingly slow process. But the only other option was to burn Katherine's finger prints off and not only did she not fancy that, but it would raise more questions than it solved.

"Two more. You are quite the tough cookie Ms Moriarty." The compliment caused a smirk to erupt onto her lips but it didn't stay for long as her thoughts turned to the other two, more difficult, tasks.

"What about the blood? And the DNA?"

"They're working on it as we speak. We should have word from Seb any minute now." Jim was the one to explain as he came and took the seat beside Katherine. He seemed to be watching Patrick closer, watching just how much glue he applied and how much hot skin burned away from her finger tips.

"So, they're just going to swap the samples? Just like that?" Her frown deepened as another print was applied and she took a deep breath, holding it until the steering pain turned into a dull aching itch.

"Their own Doctors they trust. Their own Scientists they trust. Who they forget is the man who transports said sample from A to B." Moriarty talked with his hands, his words just as focused as his eyes were on her.

"So what is mine being replaced with?"

"I've set up a record in my database." Patrick picked up. "You won't be in their system yet, at least Rebecca won't be. They'll run it through the system, find nothing and it'll be placed under your name. Same goes for the DNA. Both samples belong to a 27 year old woman who died of terminal cancer 3 year ago, didn't lay a foot wrong in her life." So her DNA had no reason to be on file anywhere, whether it be the Metropolitan Police or MI6. She had to admit it was a good plan, but she was still nervous. Didn't the government had face recognition on building now. She was wanted. What if they picked her up? What if someone realised it was her? She was it way over her head here.

"And that will work? This isn't a simple Saturday job at the local corner shop." Her worried got the best of her. Katherine could see Moriarty had started throwing her warning looks. She had to get a grip of herself. No meltdowns. No stress. She would be the same woman she was every day, just with a different name.

"I have been in this job for the best part of 40 years Mrs Moriarty. You know how many times I have been found out?" He looked up from her hands just long enough to watch her nod her head. There was a reason the man was still alive and kicking. He was the best. "It will work."

"You must forgive my wife. She can be skittish in new circumstances." Moriarty snarled.

There was no attempt to hid his distaste regarding her behaviour. If she didn't book up her ideas she was going to pay tonight. There would be no prizes or rewards, just a very dark room and a harsh word or two.

"Jim, if every woman were like your wife. Men would have been abolished centuries ago." She had to hide a smirk then, upon hearing her husband ally stick up for already knew it would drive Jim wild. And it also made her ego perk up.

"Oh Patrick you're positively charming." With her free hand which had been through all the suffering, she patted Jim's knee. "You could learn a thing or two from him darling." Jim sneered at her in a way that was both endearing and sinister.

"Oh does it burn. I hope the needle they drain you with isn't too big." He stood as she laughed and answered his mobile which had started to jingle. "Hello...okay good...hurry up, we have to leave in ten."

It was on.

They had called her into the doctors office from the waiting room half an hour ago. Twenty minutes ago they had started with 'the hardest part' which involved sticking a two inch needle into her veins. It was funny, she was all for mopping up the blood of others, but getting some sucked out of herself was just...wrong. It made her feet ache and her whole body squirm. Thankfully it was over with soon enough and, a few minutes later they had swabbed the inside of her cheek.

That was 10 minutes ago.

Now, she sat alone in the empty doctors office awaiting...well she didn't know what honestly. The Doctor had excused himself to deliver the samples to the main office, but he'd never returned.

Katherine removed the small cotton pad she'd been holding to her arm and sighed. This was not her seen. She just wanted to get out of there a free woman. Plus, Jim had promised her a nice dinner out in London if she was a good girl for the whole day. Knowing he was waiting out in the car only a street away made her itch.

"Ms Austin?" The door opened and the ageing doctor finally returned, but he held a clipboard in hand and he was frowning. Her whole insides turned to ash, but miraculously, Katherine managed to smile up at him...through gritted teeth. "I's sorry that took some time, but we found an abnormality on your record." Her whole heart told her to stay quiet...just to let him finish. She may have sat rigid in the chair and a thin layer of sweat may have glossed her forehead but she looked calm. She kept her breathing level and her smile shy. "Seems you haven't had an appointment for three years, although it's good to see your in good health, the organisers of this insist on one being supplied. I took the liberty of assigning you to this practise."

"Oh...oh right." She had to stop herself from grinning, cackling like a mad women on the run at his admission. The silly old fool, such drama was not needed for a detail like that. "That is fine, thank you. I completely forgot."

"Most people do." The Doctor adjusted how his glasses sat before he chuckled and handed her a confirmation of attendance slip. "That's all for now. Results should be returned within 24 hours to you employer. If there's anything, they will be the ones to get in touch."

"Okay." She gave a smile and stood, hurriedly gathering her coat and purse from the floor. "Thank you very much." There wasn't much of an opportunity for the man to respond before she ran out of his office. No one else was given a second glance, Katherine simply focused her eyes on the path ahead and power walked until the centre was in the distance.

Just like he'd told her, the car was sat across the road. Parked up on the curb but all of the tinted windows made it just look like the ordinary empty car. She knew his eyes would be watching her as she approached though.

Sebastian was the one to get out the car and open her door for her. "Get me out of this hell hole Sebastian." She threw her purse into the middle seat and then sighed as the door was slammed behind her. In the seat new to her, Jim was already smirking and running his eyes over her form. He was rating her, surveying every emotion, every breath and every hair out of place. And, judging by his face, she was very amusing.

"Did it go well?" Receiving his attention didn't last long, and Jim turned back to typing on his phone.

"I...I believe so." Katherine stared at the innocent building a few meters away with a grimace. "I have no reason to believe they suspect something. I was very nice. Though they didn't offer me a lollipop."

"Oh sugarplum...do they not know who you are?" It made her smirk. Most people knew who she was now, at least the people in Jim's world did. She was a face that was forever growing in infamy and her reputation was fierce. Untouchable she may not yet have been, but Jim was driving her in that direction slowly. No royalty just rose above it all out of no where. You had to earn it. "Anyway, as promised, we have reservations."

The car set off, but it wasn't a long journey. They pulled up outside a fancy Thai Restaurant. Bouncers on the door, strict guest list, darkly lit and colour themes interior. That sort of place. It was the type of place men like Jim thrived. Only the best of the best could get a reservation and once inside it was so dark that anything could be discussed. Whereas in Katherine's opinion, the place provided enough of an atmosphere to even make Jim romantic and the wine and food was a good reward for having starved herself the past month.

They entered, were given their normal seat at the back of the restaurant. Secluded, away from the kitchen, away from the bar and with no surrounding tables. A bottle of white wine was brought to the table in an ice bucket and then they were left. Like every other time, it was only then that James spoke.

"You did a good job today. How's your fingers?" Katherine want to reply that they were still throbbing uncomfortably, but before that could happen her took her right wrist and overlooked each finger intricately.

"They could be better." Her breathing hitched when he prodded a more sensitive one and he smiled. Of course he smiled, taunting her was his best entertainment when they were alone. "What happened with the transferral?"

"It was a success." Jim shrugged casually, as if he had no doubts it would have went another way. "Now we just sit and wait for the call giving you the job, which they will do. Soon." There was no doubt in her mind that he was right. He was always right. He let her in more now these days than ever but things like this, getting his men into those hard to reach places, she didn't even want to know how he did it. It scared even Katherine, thinking about how far into it all he was.

"And then?"

"And then, you become my little spy." Under the table, Jim squeezed her knee and tickled the inside of her lower thing. But it didn't make her giddy, and it certainly didn't make her stress decrease any. "Stop worrying. You're safe."

Katherine gave a small smile and laid her hand onto of his, forcing his fingers to link with hers. Since their wedding, he was barely ever as doting as he had been that wonderful day. He showered her with gifts and seduced her and gave her everything she could ever want. But the little things, like how they walked along the beach entranced by each other. They were rare, extinct even, unless she led him down the path first.

Jim Moriarty may have protected her and played the part of a husband when needed. But there was still that doubt, even after almost two years. It would die out almost completely, but then he'd do something, something so little as look at her differently, which gave the flame a new life. There was no denying she loved him, after everything he'd done there was no way she could say she didn't. But after everything, all of Seb's reassurance and Jim's gestures, something made her feel as if she was just bred for this. To be his eyes in places he couldn't reach, a boulder he could hide behind.

But like every other time, when her thoughts became to complicated and too much to bare, she emptied her head. A simple smile covered all the possible betrayal there could be and she reached to kiss Jim's cheek. There was no point thinking, she wouldn't be able to change it either way. Besides, Jim always found a way to make her forget.

"I miss the beach." Katherine whispered as she leant back into her seat.

"Random."

She presented a small smile accompanied with a shrug. "It's been a while." Her eyes were turned down towards the menu but none of the words were being taken in. She was in one of those moods, where she just craved attention or...something. She wanted something or someone to do something wrong just so she could have a reason scowl and tut.

"What's wrong?" The Irish drawl was soft, tempting her in. But she still shook her head, taking a confident sip of her wine. "Yes there is...you've been...off."

"No I haven't." She couldn't let him know how much stress sending her into the government, was causing. She couldn't let him know her thoughts. She couldn't let him know much, but that had always been the same.

"You're in a mood. Something's different..." Her head raised then with a frown, as Moriarty stared at her while chewing on his lip. He looked dazed; eyes narrowed and head unsteady on his shoulders. She knew better than to speak, she'd wait for him. "It's not our anniversary is it?"

"No...that was last month..." Katherine stopped mid-thought and scoffed. How could he not remember? "You bought me that brooch, to go with the one from our wedding day."

"Of course." He had no shame. Jim openly gave an awkward grimace as his eyes widened and he avoided eye contact. Her face was a picture of pure fury. He hadn't even chose it had he? She should have known since it was left on her side of her bed before she woke. No doubt he had one of his cronies out getting it. "Sorry...oh come on." He jested her when Katherine removed his hand from her knee and sulked. "I've been a very busy man." Yeah, busy chasing Sherlock Homes and his family.

"It's nothing."

"Katherine. When I married you, do you know what that meant?" She shook her head yet again and Jim reached forward with his finger resting on the side of her temple. "It meant that whatever it is...going on in here. I can take it." Raising his brows, her shot her a pointed look that looked comical on him. "Talk to me?" The words were sang, only he had the charm to turn anything into a joke and not be offensive. At least to her.

"Just...all of this." Picking at the hot glue on her fingertips, she made a gesture to the harsh burns. "Just for one man I-"

"Katherine, we've talked about this." He interrupted her but this time she wasn't taking a short answer. She was going to stand her ground and even if it meant leaving here knowing she was in for a nasty treat at home, she would leave knowing the truth.

"Not properly...Everything else you let me in on. But this. All I get is 'he's a threat'. I need to know what is so important Jim. Please?" Sherlock bloody Holmes was not going to be this stranger anymore. Not if she was risking her life and her freedom sitting around his damn brother all day. If Jim didn't like it then tough but she was finding out. Today.

Something in her persona must have gave the message she was serious. Because he started to talk. It took a second, but soon, Moriarty had sank back into his seat, defeated.

"He's not like others Katherine. He has... ways about him." Eyes rolled like a child who'd lost a battle. But it lasted all of a minute before the darkness started to creep over him.

"Ways?"

He sucked his cheeks in and nodded ever so slowly...eyes glazing over. "If there was anyone able to get to us, get to me, it would be him. He isn't like the normal people. There's been stories lately, nothing big, but he's helping the police. He's able to see things ordinary people can't." All the time he talked, Katherine saw he was so deep in his own thoughts, she could have left the table and he wouldn't have even noticed. "If there was ever a man to get in my way..." Jim came back to the real world all too suddenly and looked at her, emotionless. "I'm not doing this for nothing."

"I didn't think you were." Katherine swallowed hard and licked her lips. "What makes him unordinary?" There was a small doubt at the back of her mind. A small voice nudging and telling her she didn't want to know. But it was the cowards voice, it had no place in Katherine's for-thinking.

"Sherlock Holmes...he's like me. He's just on the side of the Angels." Jim came back to life, falling back into the presence and locking eyes with Katherine. "Not like us. Where we are, we're going straight to hell." He smirked, an expression which for once turned her stomach. Something was off about him when Sherlock Holmes was the topic of conversation. It was like he was possessed, though with what she couldn't tell.

"Speak for yourself." A joke which barely made him laugh, but he did seem to relax and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not the one going around intimidating infamously renowned men." That was all it took for the tension to be dropped. She was chuckling again and he was shuffling closer to her in their large booth.

"Under your command." Katherine spoke, raising her head to be able to meet his eyes now he towered above her.

"And I must say..." his finger ran underneath her chin, making it point up. Her lips were perky and he ignored the need to claim her, far to set on what else he had in mind. "Watching you make them sweat is sooo desirable. So you know what darling?" Her eyes were just about to slip shut, ready to accept pleasure, when his hand wrapped around her throat tight. The small squeak she gave was to die for, as was her instant quivering as his lips came to her ear. "Stop doubting me about Sherlock Holmes." There were a few seconds, when he just held her there, stopping her from taking a single breath. Her hands started to clutch his wrist and her heels dug into the floor. He didn't enjoy it, with Katherine he never enjoyed it. That's why he had to do it.

When he let go, the booth was instantly filled with the sound of her heavy gasping and coughing. "Good girl." Jim took a drink as he watched her recover and frowned. Once upon a time, he would have been filled with glee, watching her squirm and splutter. But now, it made his own gut clench. "Hey...hey...I'm sorry." He cooed, going back and regaining his closeness to her. He stroked her cheek and the palm of her hand. "I'm sorry." He kissed her shoulder, then the curve of her neck, then the corner of her mouth.

"Stop it." It was too hushed, he didn't take it seriously, and instead of pulling back, Jim nipped her earlobe.

"Darling." It was almost a purr. So smooth and deep it would have her melting in his arms under any other circumstance. "You did well today. Do not ruin it."

"You ruined it." Finding her voice, Katherine pulled her head away and scowled at him. "I don't doubt you Jim. But I do question you sometimes." He looked at her curiously, retreating just enough to be able to look at her face. "And right now, I'm questioning where I stand in your hierarchy."

She wasn't expecting him to do anything. So when Jim took her hand again and placed in on his chest, over his heart, she almost gawked at him.

"Right here." He didn't mean it. It was just his way of making up. "You listening? Right here." He brought her knuckles to his mouth and kissed all the way up her arm until he was covering her neck and arriving at her lips. "I'm sorry, you do make daddy proud. I promise." Jim could have killed her right then and there when he saw the look creep on to her face. It was that puppy look, the look she got when she wanted to hear those tree ever more meaningless words. "I love you, darling."

"I love you too, some of the time." Her smirk was repulsively delicious in that moment. Both of their movements became slow, deliberate and seductive. She was like a snake, and he a spider. Their heads twisting around, fighting to get a better look at the other as they each moved.

"You break my heart." Jim spat through his teeth, his hand coming to a rest on her hip.

"Hmm." Katherine leant forward, just until her lips hovered above his and she could see his eyes watching where her hands wondered. Unlucky for him, it was just to the knot of his tie. "You don't have a heart to break...sweetheart."