"Jim... Jim Moriarty?" John said confussed.

"Oh... Well... No I do not, we don't speak of eachothers lives..." Enola muttered, looking down at the cup of tea she held in her not hurt arm. "Why? What does he do? How do you know about him?" She suddenly questioned looking up at John with a worried expression.

"I don't think it's my place to say if I am perfectly honest..." John said quickly trying to change the subject "Have you eaten today?"

"...No I haven't" Enola replied, aware of John changing th subject.

"Well how about we go down the road where there's a nice chinese restuarant?" John asked, smiling at her.

"Now now Watson, are you asking me out on a date?" Enola said smiling cheekily "What on earth would my dear brother say?"

"It's not a date" John chuckled "just food."

"Very well then" Enola said, still smiling.

~.~

Enola sat opposite John on the small wooden table, so far she'd laughed more than any time in the past 10 years and she couldn't help but smile at the silly man she was dining with. She glanced up as a waitress brought her and John's food, she sipped her water and slowly picked at the chicken curry. "Oh bloody hell, here he comes" John muttered rolling his eyes. Enola looked at him confussed until a chair was pulled up to the table beside her.

"Sherlock." Enola sighed looking at her older brother.

"What's wrong Sherlock?" John asked him.

"I thought I told you to stay in the apartment you two" Sherlock said, pursing his lips "so why are you both out at the resturant?"

"Actually dear brother your exact words were 'stay with Enola' not 'stay at home with Enola' so, as long as Jos- Ji- John is with me then we are both not in the wrong" Enola pointed out placing down her cutlery.

"And yet you still don't remember his name."

"There's no point in names... They're all to confussing" Enola muttered, though feeling slightly guilty for fergetting John's name again.

"Well even so there are police cars coming down the road just as we speak and I wouldn't trust that man sitting over there, he's a police man having a night off and he keeps glancing over here" Sherlock said quietly.

"Right I'm off then" Enola said standing up acting brightly and quickly. "I'll see you both whenever..." She said loudly making sure the man didn't know she was currently staying with them, but then the man got out of his seat and followed Enola out of the door. "Shitshitshitshitshit..." Enola muttered under her breath, speed walking through the dark maze of alleys. The man stayed quite close behind her but she tried to keep up the quick pace of walking, suddenly she fell down onto the floor and the man neared her. He reached out to grab her but just before he could touch her two loud gun shots sounded from behind him and the man fell to the floor, behind him stood the tall figure with an annoyed look spread across his face. He walked over to Enola and offered her his hand which was quite out of the ordinary for him, she took his hand hesitantly and he helped her up.

"What are you do-" Enola started to ask but Jim but a finger on her lips.

"There doesn't have to be a known reason for everything" he muttered looking straight into her eyes, he slowly removed his finger and Enola's eyes quickly flashed to his lips and straight away back up to his eyes, the pair both leaned in a bit and just as they were about to kiss Jim pulled away. Enola wasn't really surprised, it weren't the first time he'd pulled away from them kissing, they never had even kissed. It showed weakness and Moriarty refused to let himself have any weak points at all.

"Be more careful in the future" Moriarty muttered, turning awy from Enola "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good bye Jim"Enola mumbled looking down at the ground as he walked away. She looked down at the mans limp body that had been following her earlier and suddenly felt the smallest surge of guilt. She knelt down beside him and pulled out a phone from his pocket and dialed 999.

~.~

"What happened then?" John asked Enola as she walked into 221b, Sherlock briefly looked up at her and took in the slight messiness of her hair and the bit of dust that covered most of her clothing. That, and the fact that there was the slight redness on her hands. Blood.

"She didn't kill him if that is what you're wondering John" Sherlock said from behind the book he held infront of his face.

"I didn't think she di-"

"I am standing right here" Enola snapped, her emotions turning to anger after the events of the night.

"Why is there blood on your hands?"

"Had to go into a dead mans pocket to get out a phone to ring an ambulance" Enola mumbled, shrugging.

"Why ring an ambulance when it puts Moriarty and yourself in even more danger because they'll get the police and you are very much aware of that" Sherlok stated bluntly.

"You know well enough why I did."

"You felt guilty" Sherlock deduced.

"He was only doing his job... And he got killed for it" Enola said softly sitting beside John on the sofa.

"Woah... Enola Holmes feeling emotion and guilt."

"Unlike yourself mr blunt" Enola muttered looking over John's shoulder at his blog which he was typing on. "Why is Jim' name on your blog...?" She asked curiously.

"I- ahh.." John muttered trying to think about what to say.

"He was in one of our recent cases." Sherlock stated.

"What?" Enola asked, her face lighting up with worry.

"I hope you know that your... boyfriend... Is one of the worst criminals ever, especially when it comes down to his relentless try of trying to torture my life, no wonder he's with you at this moment."

"For your information he doesn't even know that you are my brother" Enola pointed out quickly standing up annoyed. "And why didn't you just tell me? You aswell John!" She snapped going into Sherlock's room where she'd named her room for the moment.

"John.. Go and talk to her" Sherlock said commandingly.

"What? Why me?!" John said defensively straight away.

"She'll listen to you, go."

"She won't listen to me, she barely remembers my name."

"She'll listen to you" Sherlock repeated himself. John sighed putting down the lid of his laptop and putting onto the side of the sofa before slowly walking to Sherlock's bedroom door and knocking on it softly.

"Go away" A quiet broken voice said from the other side of the door. John shook his head before opening the bedroom door and seeing Enola laying on Sherlock's bed with her face in the pillow, she looked up and sat up on the bed quickly holding the pillow to her chest and wiping her eyes. "I told you to go away" she muttered, she obviously tried putting anger in her voice but instead her voice was shakey, John went and sat beside her.

"I'm sorry" John muttered looking at her as she glanced at the floor.

"It's not your fault, I just wished someone had told me, he's not really bad is he?" Enola asked quietly looking up at John with pure desperation for a true answer.

"I'm not going to lie to you Enola... He's more like Sherlock's worst enemy, he knows what gets to him and he knows how to make peoples lives a living hell he is the Napoleon of crime itself, like a spider in the center of a large web pulling certain strings to get things how he wants them" John said truthfully.

"So literally, I've made a fatal mistake" Enola said, sighing.

"Pretty much."

"Such fun..." She said softly, tears forming in her eyes again, she leant against John's shoulder who wrapped his arm around her comfortingly.