AN: Oh my goodness! It's been super duper long since I've updated this story! To be honest I completely for got all about it! I really hope everyone enjoys this chapter! I'm so sorry once again! Please don't forget to review!

Rated M: For sexual content, violence, and strong suggestive language.


I woke up the next morning in Sherlock's flat to someone shouting, or at least it sounded like shouting at the time, in the other room. I hopped out of bed only to be stopped, my feet were in tangled in the blanket which caused me to fall face first onto the floor. I quickly untangled my feet and ran into the other room, I looked at the TV and the only thing that was on the screen was 'Did you miss me? -JM'.

"How is this even possible?" I asked John as he stood in the living next to his wife Mary. Mary had short blonde hair and stood tall with a petite figure, her bright red lipstick made her thing lips and bright blue eyes stand out. There was something about her which strikes me as odd but then again who am I to judge someone for being odd.

"He has connections and power, he can do anything. Now that everyone knows, there will be a public panic which will cause an up roar. He wants this, he wants everyone to not trust me anyone, he wants the public to doubt my abilities." Sherlock said as he examined every inch of the television. Sherlock grabbed his laptop and sat down in front of it, the Mac glimmered in the rare London sunlight as he typed furiously.

Mary, John, and I all stood behind him as he pulled up the local news page. "Moriarty takes over television waves. Causes a public panic and leaves everyone wondering how." John read the headline and it just shocked me as odd. I looked at the door way as a bodies entered the room. Mrs. Hudson, Mycroft and few bodyguards. 'Coward.'

"Sherlock." Mycroft said as he sat down in Sherlock's favorite chair. I looked over at Sherlock as he stood up and walked across the room.

"Do you need me now Mycroft?" Sherlock asked as his faced away from his older brother to hide his coy smile.

"I just need you to assure that you will be able to catch him this time." Mycroft said in a monotone voice. His gazed came off of his brother and found it's way to me. He gave me a political and I just shot him an intense glare.

"I caught him last time, no one knew he faked everything. How do you fake killing yourself with a gun, all of the blood. He should be dead right now." Sherlock said trying to deduce everything he could in order to figure out how he did. He couldn't conclude on an answer.

"Well this time, make sure he's dead," Mycroft said as he stood up from the chair and turned his gaze to meet mine once again, "and Autumn, I don't care for family matter that much but will you join me for dinner tonight?" It was a surprise to me and it sent me into a state of shock. 'How was this even possible?' I thought.

"Sure." I replied softly still in a state of shock. He nodded and left as quickly as he came with his bodyguards following closely behind him. I turned to Sherlock who was still examining the situation. He looked more confused then I think he ever had in his whole entire life.

I went back to the room quickly and sat down on the bed. Why would my Father want to talk to me now? There must be something behind it or he must want something from me.


I arrived at a Japanese health restaurant around 7:55, he's probably trying to convince me that he's a healthy person. I exited the car he had sent me and gave a quick thank you to the driver. I looked at everyone around me, groups of friends laughing, couples kissing, and everyone else just looking happy. It was like this mornings events didn't even happen, like Jim Moriarty didn't even exist.

I entered the building on high alert, this meeting with my Father has kept me on high alert. I even accidentally spilled a cup of tea on John this afternoon because he 'snuck' up behind me. I saw Mycroft sitting in the back of the restaurant and I told the hostess that I was meeting him. She nodded softly and I walked over to him. With every single step I took I could feel my heart beat harder, my breath become shorter, and feel my palms get sweater. Why was I giving a man I barely knows me, or wants to know me, so much emotion?

"Hello Autumn, please sit." Mycroft said as he gestured to his sit. I had a pang of disappointment, I guess there was a part of me who wanted him to give me a hug or show some type of emotion towards me.

I sat down on the chair after removing my jacket and placed the white cloth napkin in my lap. We sat in silence before the waitress came over to give us our drinks, two glasses of expensive white wine. She sat down the ice bucket and put the rest of the bottle deep in the ice. "I hope you don't mind that I ordered your drink for you." Mycroft seemed so pleased with himself because we all know that he needs control, it feeds his ego.

"This is fine." I replied softly as I took a sip of wine. I usually am not a heavy wine drinker but this was delicious. I took another quick sip before setting my glass back on the table. The only sound that was coming from our table was the sound of glasses hitting up against each other when they were sat down.

After what seemed like hour Mycroft surprisingly broke the silence, "How's your Mother?" He asked having to clear his throat in mid sentence.

"She good, happy actually." I said trying to make it seem like she had moved on from him, which she hadn't.

"That's good. Does she still paint?" He asked but I could see it in his eyes that he already knew. I could tell that he has been checking up on us. He was just to afraid to every send us a postcard, letter, or even a quick email.

"Yes she does, it's what pays the bills." I said as we had our meals sat down in front of us and more wine poured into our glasses.

"That's good, she was very talented." He quipped and within those few seconds of him reminiscing his memories. I saw a glimmer, a light in his eyes. This was who he was, this is what my Mother fell in love with. A man who had supported her even when her own family had not, a man that made her happy to be alive, someone who had a heart. Not the robot that everyone has come to know but this was the man he had to be in order to stay in power. He had enemies that would love to see him fall and we were leverage.

"She still is, she has a show in August being sponsored by a private party. Her publicist is doing everything she can in order to make it a success." I said as he took a small nibble of his tuna.

"I'm sure it will be. Did you follow in her footsteps?" He asked as he politely whipped his mouth with his napkin.

"I'm into fashion. I style people, well I'm trying to at least." I replied and he nodded as he took another sip of his wine.

"I do love our small talk Autumn but I have to say that I do have an alliterative motive as to why I asked you to dinner. I want you to keep tabs on Sherlock, he recently gone off the deep end. I need someone to make sure that he stays grounded, I need someone to keep him in line. You are a neutral party and you have to sway in his life at the moment. He has no reason to trust or distrust you, will you please keep me updated on his movements or at least try to give me some helpful tips?" He asked and I should have known this was all too good to be true. He was never a family man and he never will be.

"Sure Mycroft, I'll keep an eye on him," I looked down at my watch and then looked back up at him, "Unfortunately I have somewhere to be. I have quite enjoyed this dinner with you but I have to excuse myself." I said as politely as possible and he nodded.

"I'll speak to you later, have a good night." He said and I nodded. I turned around and left the restaurant. Before I even left the restaurant I could feel the warm salty tears run down my face. I huffed out a big breath of air trying to calm myself.

"You're so stupid!" I shouted at myself as I walked down the street trying to distant myself from that monster as fast as I could. As soon as he lets you in he shuts you down and makes you feel like garbage. I didn't know where to go, I couldn't go home so upset and emotional. Sherlock would get angry and if what Mycroft said was true, he might go off the deep end again.

I went to the only place I knew I could be myself without any judgement being passed. A couple blocks away from my destination a loud crack filled the London air and closely following that the rain began following fast and hard. I sighed loudly and began to run so I wouldn't get too soaked, a frivolous effort to be honest. I entered the building and quickly entered the elevator, it took me to the top floor. The Penthouse. Read the sign as I walked out of the elevator. His bodyguards were standing closely next to the door but they recognized my face and let me through.

I walked up to the door and knocked, even though the guards weren't looking I still could feel their judgement. I would judge me in this moment, I looked like a wet poodle. The door opened slowly to reveal a man in a Westwood suit, my hero. Jim.