Sherlock read the text, which has been sent early in the morning; he rolled his eyes as he searched for cameras, the light coming in through the blinds.
Sherlock sat at the table, his hands steeped under his chin, as his eyes scanned the room for clues.
John came into the room, rubbing his eyes as he was still trying to wake up in his light blue thick house coat.
"Cup of tea?" He began before realising Sherlock is now frantically searching the room.
"Sherlock! What are you doing now?" John shouted forgettingAmy was asleep on the sofa.
Sherlock strode across the room and started to search forcameras.
"Cameras John, we are being watched." Sherlock continued now jumping up, clambering across his high book case, as he hung onto the top shelf for support, stepping across the arms of each chair, his spindly legs and thin figure, hopping from one chair to the other checking every frame on the wall.
Amy stirred in her sleep as Sherlock suddenly stepped on her hair, her ginger locks sprawled across the arm of the chair.
"Owww!" She exclaims. "Get off me hairrrr!" She shouted, swatting Sherlock's leg away like a fly.
She rose from her sleep as she sat upright and held the backof her head in pain.
"Sorry Amy." John said has he apologised for Sherlock.
"Errrmm there are some cameras in the flat, we are beingwatched." John stopped short; afraid to worry Amy over this news.
"Ohhhh how exciting!" She began, clapping her hands together and lightly jumping up out of her seat.
" Owwww my head!" She shouted before crumpling back into the seat again. "How much did I drink last night?" She asked, hoping she hadn't made a fool out of herself.
Sherlock dove around the room, now checking lower down, under the mantel piece, the skull, the table, coffee table, music stand...
"Ha, Moriarty he's getting predictable." Sherlock remarked picking up a tiny miniscule video camera from underneath the music stand. John stared at the camera, baffled at how tiny and inconspicuous that had been in the flat.
Amy snuck up behind him, as she listened in to Sherlock and John's conversation.
"Anddd, whoooo is Morriartyyy?" Amy asked her eyes wild,intrigued, unaware of the danger she was asking. Also confirmed by Sherlock and John's reaction to her question.
"A man you hope you should never meet Amy." John began shaking his head vigorously, as he recounted the last encounter with Moriarty, being strapped to the explosives, the horror and bravery he had to face.
Amy looked worried at John's reaction, fear clearly visible through his friendly features, not something she had seen on the loyal doctor's face before.
"Moriarty is a criminal spider Amelia, a spider at the centre of a criminal web." Sherlock states.
Amy listened as she realised Sherlock wasn't sure of himself in his face as well; they both had a look of bravery sprawled across their faces, as Sherlock and John exchanged glances once more.
"Ohhh well I say...why not squish the nasty bug then?" Amy said squishing her hands together, still joking around not realising the danger,she had fought Daleks, how bad could one man be?
"It's not that simple Amy; you see Sherlock likes having someone of errmm equal sociopathic tendencies." John said lightly, trying not to piss Sherlock off.
Sherlock would never end Moriarty's life, he distracted him too much from the boring world we all inhabited.
Sherlock may be bad at times but Moriarty was not his equal, Sherlock was not a criminal.
Sherlock sat back down in his large armchair, pausing for a second before smirking and towering his hands under his chin.
"Well he sounds boring to me, why hide behind people?" Amy said lightly perching on Sherlock's arm chair, trying to console them, already thinking she had figured Moriarty out.
"He's a consulting criminal Amy." Sherlock began.
"People go to him when they want crimes fixed, he stays above it all and watches all his little puppets dance." Sherlock said motioning his hands like a puppet master. Amy watched Sherlock, worried about the anger she could see plainly already on Sherlock's face, venom in his words, similar to the way the Doctor looked whenever anyone he befriended got in trouble. The anger of a good man.
"Oh OK that's pretty clever though!" Amy said excitedly rising from her pose before she felt woozy once more and decided to sit down again on her sofa bed.
Amy sat back down, ready to curl up into a ball, her head hurting again, this Moriarty character still intrigued her.
"What did he look like, would she recognise him if he walked straight past her?" She thought to herself, whispering under her breath.
"Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock answered picked up his phone. "Oh brilliant, how many?" Sherlock questioned.
"4!" I'll be there. Sherlock finished up his brief phone call, slotting it back into his jacket pocket, before continuing to rummage the flat for his scarf.
"Lestrade?" John asked, as he realised Sherlock's change in mood.
"I've been summoned" Sherlock continued happily, now picking up his leather gloves.
He stared at Amy, still a mess from last night already aware what she was about to ask him.
"Can I come again Sherlock?" Amy asked excitement dancing in her eyes, hoping Sherlock wouldn't leave her alone once more.
John saw Sherlock's expression and continued to answer for him.
" Errrm Amy I think you are still a little hungover to come with us, you can barely stand up." John said lightly heartedly with a friendly smile.
"Why don't you stay here and dose yourself up, feel free to use the shower and grab some of mine or Sherlock's clothes, Mrs Hudson did actually buy you a few denim skirts yesterday, but you may need a shirt or jumper, it's pretty cold still, so use ours." John said whilst also now bustling around trying to find his coat and gloves.
Amy was about to protest, by getting up, but as soon as she jumped up from the sofa with her feisty temper, her head started to spin as she fell back down in a dizzy mess.
"Fine..." She grumbled, already aware she couldn't go anywhere, her head painful and in need of some pain relief.
She was quite intrigued to look around the other rooms in the flat, with the prospect of both the boys going out all day.
"You'll be on your own all day I'm afraid, so I've left out some pain medication for you in case you need it later, we should be back by 7 o clock I hope, depends how much time Sherlock decides to spend at Barts." John said now as he bustled from room to room collecting his pieces he would need.
Sherlock gestured at Amy to give him his coat back once more, she obliged as she found the cold start to get to her, maybe a hot shower could be a good way of getting rid of her shivers.
"Right be back soon, maybe you could get some shopping done whilst we are gone?" "Go and buy yourself some new stuff, I know Jonathan gave you some shopping money?" John implied smiling as Sherlock barged past him and hopped down the stairs, his coat billowed out behind him.
"Bye Amy, have a good day." John said waving lightly to her as he struggled to catch Sherlock up getting into the taxi waiting for them outside.
Amy waved out at them before they completely disappeared out of sight. She realised she was now alone, her curiosity peeked.
She immediately rushed into Sherlock's room, as she grabbed a plain white shirt; he was of a slim build, so it fitted her nicely. Mrs Hudson had laid out a collection of skirts for Amy to try, most of them too long for Amy's liking. She liked the third skirt she tried on, darker wash denim, but much too long.
She rolled the waist band up slightly and tucked the back of Sherlock's shirt into it.
Amy was just about to head into John's room once more, when her phone started to buzz from the front room. She skipped back into the front room and perched on the mahogany table next to Sherlock's white microscope.
"Amy Pond." She answered the phone unsure, realising it read UNKNOWN NUMBER.
"AMMMMMMMEEEEELLLIIAAA PPPOOONNNNDDD!" A familiar voice booms back down the phone. The Doctor was clearly wearing some strange headset, not realising how loud he was screaming at Amy down the phone. She decided to put it on speaker phone to save her ears.
"You bloody idiot raggedy man!" She began, joy overfilling every syllable.
"You have a silly alien head set on don't you?" "You just broke my eardrums!" She continued with a laugh and a sad chuckle. She really was missing that bow tie wearing idiot.
"Where are you Doctor?" Amy asked, slightly intrigued and worried.
"Don't worry Pond, everything is sorted out! I changed the flux regulator on the main frame and now she's purring like a kitten." The Doctor continued.
"Why did you leave Doctor? I was so worried, why couldn't you tell me?" Amy continued feeling her eyes start to well.
"I'm sorry Pond but I didn't think you would've liked a Bow Tie convention in Ahkahaten." The Doctor said gleefully reassuring Amy there was nothing wrong.
"That's it!" Amy exclaimed, you didn't want me to come with you to a bow tie convention!" Amy continued, slightly hurt and relieved at the same time.
"Well technically it was more than a bow tie convention but that was the best bit Pond! Also saved a planet which wasn't human friendly,the gas on Ono is completely toxic to human lungs Pond; I didn't take you with me because eerrrmmm...I physically couldn't." The Doctor finished, feeling guilty for leaving Amy with complete strangers.
"Well lucky for you Doctor, they aren't really strangers anymore" Amy said with a triumphant smile having figured out what The Doctor was thinking.
"I've gotten to really like my time here, even Sherlock is being friendly." Amy continued playfully running her hands over the white cotton fabric on Sherlock's shirt she was wearing.
Amy continued to tell The Doctor about her stories of 221 B so far, when she heard a strange scratching sound, assuming it was next doors cat,she continued her conversation with her raggedy man, relieved he was safe, slightly annoyed he kept such a stupid secret.
"NO NO NOOOOOOOO, DON'T DO THAT DEAR!" Amy heard The Doctor shout as she finished telling him about her night out with Gregory Lestrade.
"Oh dear that doesn't sound good." Amy said as she realised her conversation was about to finish with him.
"Pond, got to dash, sorry, TARDIS has gone wibbly again." The Doctor said.
"OK Doooctor, see you soooon" Amy said slightly annoyed he had cut their conversation short but still happy to stay a few more days with Sherlock and John now she had gotten to know them, realising they mostly weren't the arrogant losers she once had thought.
Amy decided to take a quick shower and then head out and do some shopping, she had a whole day of doing nothing now, so decided a shopping trip would take her mind off everything, until the boys returned and she could mention Jonathan had rung.
Amy hadn't realised she had spoken to The Doctor for quite a couple of hours now, she felt so secure and safe when she spoke to that raggedy idiot. She could tell him anything that was worrying her and he would cheer her up in a second, his friendship was so special to her.
She decided to put her coat on and take Johns advice to do some shopping for some new clothes, even if she was enjoying wearing Sherlock's shirt.
She grabbed her phone and stuffed it into her pocket, leaving a note for the boys and Mrs Hudson. She decided she would also take a little trip back to the sweet little Irish bar she had had such a good time at last night after her shopping trip was over.
Gone out for the day,shopping then heading to the pub.
Amelia xx
Amy finished her shopping trip, bags surrounding her as she sat down once more at the Irish bar, chatting with the kind barman, noticing a faint scar above his left eyebrow now she was looking at him more closely.
She chatted with him some more as she didn't realise the time was getting on. She looked at her phone, 11 pm! Where had the day gone, she couldn't believe how long it had taken her to find the best vintage clothing sites in London, a friendly woman working on the market had mentioned Brick Lane to her, which Amy thought would be easier to get to than it was.
She decided the tube trains were her least favourite thing about London; rush hour in particular, she had had to deal with a few boys of similar age, watching her intently, as they all shared one pole on the tube.
"My name is Sebastian" The bar man said finally afterfinishing serving his last customer, his shift almost over, cleaning a glassout with a dishtowel as he spoke.
"Ha ha like the crab!" Amy said giggling. "What a brilliant name." She continued.
"Well hello Sebastian, I'm Amy or Amelia Pond, I prefer Amythough" Amy said holding her hand out to shake his, his smile friendly and inviting.
She continued to tell him a lot about her life, her new friends, missing her friends in Leadworth.
He reciprocated by staring into her hazel eyes, entranced by her spell.
He told her in detail about himself, how he had just comeback from the army and needed a part time job, how it was difficult to find somewhere to stay nowadays.
They continued to chat some more about general interests before Amy glanced back up at her watch realising she had spent another hour chatting with him. He also realised the time.
"Really sorry Amy but I've got to go and cash up now, you ok getting home?" He questioned worried about her being on her own.
"Yer I'll be fine, there's a cute little park I walked downlast time all lit up in the night, the flat is only just around the corner."She said with a reassuring smile, shaking his hand one last time.
He stopped her for a second as he ducked behind the bar toget a pad and paper.
"Here's my number, well it's my work number but still feel free to call me if you ever want to meet up again." He said with a smile,starting to clean up the glasses behind the till.
Amy started to leave the pub, the locals being a lot more leery towards her tonight, her skirt was shorter than yesterday, rolling up Mrs Hudson's skirt she had bought Amy had seemed like a good idea at the time.
"Bye boys" Amy shouted back at the pub as she set off once more to Baker Street, not as drunk this time and perfectly aware of the cold seeping through Sherlock's shirt she was wearing.
The thinness of the material made Amy hug her body for warmth, checking her phone to see the time. 12 am. She had such a busy day shopping, time seemed to escape her, she wished she was back on the TARDIS so she could skip ahead a few hours tonight to avoid the cold walk back.
She pondered how John and Sherlock were getting on, assuming they would be home by now.
It was a bit later than Amy had planned to come back to the flat, but she had enjoyed most of the company in that pub tonight, storing the phone number Sebastian had given her into the back of her phone, "short skirts do help" she thought as she giggled to herself.
Amy started to walk home briskly as she wrapped her dark red scarf around her neck 2 times more. She put down her shopping bags, pulling on her orange hand warmers, it was much colder tonight.
The street lamps were fading out on the streets already as she stuffed her free hand into her denim pocket for extra warmth.
She begins to recall the walk home from last time, unsure of which way she went last night. The vague memories of skipping around a lamppost and falling over arose in her head.
She walked through the park she could remember, seeing her kiss mark stain still visible, and began to walk down the narrow alley way next to Baker Street station.
Aware she was now alone in the dark Amy decided to speed up her pace, to a gentle stride, through the long winding alley way, forking out in different sections.
She tried to recall certain things from last night, the way in which she had ended up on Baker Street, the directions now faded from her head.
She wished she had Sherlock's brain at this moment, "I bet memorising the whole of London could come in handy when you are a girl alone at night in the dark." Amy spoke to herself in a whisper trying to reassure herself she was nearly home.
She continued to walk down the fenced alley ways, turning every now and then, hearing noises as she walked. A light breathing sound seemed to be following her; she looked around into the speckled darkness, to see nothing there.
"Who is there?" Amy says panicking through a wobbly tone of voice.
"Don't try and touch me, I'm Scottish!" "I can get very angry when I'm pushed." Amy continues bravery in her tone of voice this time, now spinning around to look into the darkness once more.
She hears no answer and spins back around laughing lightly to herself as she shook her head, deciding her mind was playing tricks with her,even so she picked up the pace trying to remember her way out of this labyrinth of fences.
As she turned the corner a man with a distinctive clink to his shoes walked past her, she held her breath, her heart nearly exploding out of her chest, as she backed up against one of the nearby fences trying to blend in.
"Amy is that you?" The voice began to say.
"Errrm yes...Who's that?" Amy said automatically regretting her decision to tell the stranger who she was.
"It's Sebastian from the bar?" He says, suddenly walking into the light, Amy noticed him immediately and gives a sigh of relief, feeling more at ease and walking into the light herself.
"Sebastian you gave me a fright!" Amy continued, running at him and giving him a light slap in the arm, her heart rate now almost returning to normal.
"Hang on just got to ring Sherlock; he's round the corner now." Amy said lying, unsure whether to let this man take her home.
The man stood next to Amy as he leaned against the fence with a nonchalant expression.
"Hi Sherlock, its Amelia, I'm just coming out of the alleyway now, see you in a minute." Amy lied as she smiled at Sebastian, hanging up the phone, trying to look sincere.
A small snigger suddenly sounded from behind Amy's shoulder. She turned around to see a man in a dark suit creep from the shadows.
"Hi Sherlocccckkkk, just fakkee ringiinngg you because I'm soo scareeeddd." The man from the shadows said mocking Amy, his accent becoming distinguished and menacing.
Amy stopped in her tracks, her heart leapt out of her chest, as she felt her legs paralyse with fear, barely able to move.
Amy turned around as she hoped her new friend Sebastian could help her fight off this intruding mad man.
She stared into the dark alleyway, blinking her eyes twice in disbelief, Sebastian had now disappeared, nowhere to be seen...
A bad feeling formed in the pit of Amy's stomach, already racking her brains to work out who she was dealing with, she continued to act brave, just like the Doctor or Sherlock would expect of her.
"Listen whoever you are; leave me alone, I'm not scared of you! I'm Scottish and very cross!"
Amy shouts at the man in the shadowed suit, her accent strong, and her courage creditable.
"Ohhhh, she's feisty! I like it!" The man grinned a psychotic smile, drawing out his words as he looked Amy up and down. He brushed down his suit and adjusted his tie pin, before fixing eyes with Amy once more.
"Not to mention those never ending legs." The man leered at her, as he licked his lips and gave a flirty wink. Amy instinctively pulled her skirt down to stop humouring this man, "maybe short skirts weren't so great after all" She thought.
The man in the dark suit continued to watch her like a hawk, up and down, circling her like live prey.
"No wonder he's taken a liking to you!" The man teased, his tone varying from high pitched to a low drawl.
Amy watched the man circle her, fear making her shake nervously, her mind unable to focus, she decided to walk away quickly was her best bet for escape. She felt like a penned in animal trying to escape being...dinner.
"Oh darlingggg why try and run from me." The man chuckles following her at a casual pace,close on her heels "we're having sooo much fun" the man's playful demeanour suddenly changed to a very dark, menacing glare "don't ever think you can run from me" his Irish accent strong as it changes pitch,staring at Amy before chuckling manically.
"Oh great" Amy mutters bravely to herself as she tries to turn a corner,nearly at the clearing to the road of Baker Street "I'm being harassed by a bi-polar mad man who's voice hasn't quite dropped yet." She said trying to comfort herself.
Sebastian suddenly appeared in front of her, his face had changed, his eyes now dark and enjoying the chase, no longer friendly and encouraging, as he stopped her in her tracks.
Amy tried to let out a little scream but the men are quick to react.
The man in the dark lamppost lit suit wraps his sweaty hands around her mouth tightly,whilst Sebastian is now brandishing a gun and pointing it directly at Amy's side.
"Now, now Ameliaaaa Ponddd that's not going to help anyone." The man in the suit elongated her name in his speech making her squirm as he whispered in her ear,holding her close.
Amy could feel his breath on her skin, as she shivered and whimpered under his hand.
"Mmm you really are quite pretty aren't you?" The man says as he leans in to breathe against Amy's neck "it's a shame you won't be around for much longer" he grins, removing his hand from Amy's mouth.
"W..hh.o..the hell are you?" Amy trembles, now petrified in the man's arms.
The name is Mr Sex if you like sweetheart." He says winking his eyes dark with psychopathic danger.
"Orrrr if we are to keep being formal...Jimmm Moriarty, HIIII" Moriarty says with his voice changing pitch to a childish dangerous squeal,dragging out his syllables, dripping with malice.
Moriarty let's go of Amy and clicks his hands with power.
Sebastian edges closer to Amy, his heavy boots clinking with every step.
"I'm sure Sherlock has mentioned me to you Miss Amelia?" He asks, wondering how far in this girl had gotten under Sherlock's skin, just as Moriarty noticed Amy was about to attempt another scream and silences her quickly.
"Don't try and scream sweetheart, your death would be a bit of a waste in a dark alley."
Moriarty said popping a piece of chewing gum in his mouth.
The gun was now much closer to Amy being directed into rib cage, she felt herself beginning to bruise, as Sebastian roughly held her by the shoulders.
Moriarty suddenly gave her an evil smirk and raised his eyebrows as he now realised whose shirt she was adorning.
"Ahh yes." Amy said as she tried to regain her ragged breath. "The criminal spider right? Amy sighs through her words, venom poisoning her Scottish accent, glaring at Moriarty with such hatred.
"Ohh gooodieeee!" Moriarty said ecstatically clapping his hands together and jumping up and down.
"He has mentioned me, well that's goooood, that should make this even more fun!" Moriarty drawled his words out, continuing to jump up and down as he revelled in Amy's fear.
"This is all very cliché isn't it, the pretty brave girl, taken by the naaasty villain, waiting for her magic knight to come rescue her" he said, as he read his ideas out bullet pointed.
He raises his pointed eyebrows at Amy his madness taking over his speech, "do you like fairytales Ameliaaa?
A single salty tear falls from her cheek before she can realise, her bravery still visible through her vulnerability.
Moriarty began to turn around, ready to end his conversation with her, about to click his fingers to finish his speech.
"He won't care if I go missing Moriarty!" Amy shouts finally finding some courage from somewhere. "This game is pointless and moronic" She begins "...Just like you!" Amy added shouting and spitting at him,automatically regretting saying her last outburst.
The mad man turned and sashayed up to her, enjoying the show too much.
Moriarty's hand grabbed her face with force and slapped her hard on the cheek, his eyes dark and narrowed.
Amy's tried to control the pain to her face, her head spinning, her cheeks now blossomed a vibrant red.
"I am not a moron, you stuuupid girl!" He shouts at her with such venom, almost spitting out the words. He gets back up, smoothing his hair down with his hands, regaining composure once more.
Sebastian steps another step closer to Amy, the gun digging in harder under her rib cage, Amy now writing in pain, holding her cheek, unable to know what to do, losing.
Amy held her cheek as she clasped her hands over the mark, another tear rolls down her cheek. She cowers when Moriarty tries to get close to her once more.
"That's right Amelia, you should be scared." He laughs at Amy's attempt to cower away.
"Little Red and The...Big...Bad...Wolf." He chuckled at her, his speech sharp and short with a rhythmic beat. Stamping his feet for emphasis. His calm facade fading.
Amy rethinks his words in horror; realising Sebastian had said those exact words to her when inebriated the night before.
This had all been a game, he had planned everything.
"You know... I don't let a lot of people talk to me likethat, consider yourself lucky you're not a dead, a cold corpse lying on the ground." Moriarty smiled a sickening smile, holding Amy's face tightly, lips close to Amy's bruised cheek as she struggled to turn her head away.
"Well this is dragging on a...wee bit." He says letting go of Amy's cheek, a different expression plastered over his face, mocking Amy's Scottish accent playfully once more.
Moriarty clicks his hands once more.
"She's pretty boss." Sebastian begins, stroking a strand of Amy's hair once. "I gave her our number." He continued beginning to take Amy's phone out of her hands.
"Don't even think about it idiot!" Amy shouted at him, she wished she hadn't told him as much as she had in the pub.
"She is veryyy pretty, but she isn't yours to play with!" Moriarty snapped, as he brought his hands up to his face holding his eyes in his hands, his expression changing once more, pausing in mock thought.
"Hmm you know...I'm just wondering where would be a good place for Sherlock to find us..."
Amy looked taken aback "Y...Y...ou want Sherlock and John to find me?"
Moriarty bellowed loudly, his voice echoing in the alley.
"Oh of course I do ginger, that's all part of the fun!" he yells delightedly a she throws his arms up in the air.
"I do love a good game of cat and mouse" he jeers turning around to face Amy,striking her bruised cheek once as she winces, "and you my princess are a vital part in this tale" He finished happily, ecstatic with his genius plan.
He clicks dramatically after placing another piece of gum in his mouth.
"Bastiannnn, please put Miss Pond here over your shoulder,the car is hidden around the corner and be discrete...this is going to be a lot of fun but DON'T BLOW OUR COVER!" Moriarty's voice suddenly crescendos as Sebastian picks Amy up.
Amy started to struggle when Sebastian tried to pick her up,over powering all her Scottish might as a hand is placed over her mouth again.
"Now now dear none of that remember!" Moriarty shouts after them letting out a little giggle, checking the alley way once, making sure no one was around.
Moriarty pulled out a cloth, Amy could smell the chloroform as he wrapped it around Amy's nose and mouth, encasing her senses, she succumbed to the darkness, as she hung off Sebastian's shoulders, like a sack of potatoes.
Moriarty smiled a wide chesire cat smile as he pulls a shiny red apple out of his suit pocket; he quickly carved a smiley face into the skin and placed it underneath the lamppost.
TEXT MESSAGE:
Come and save your damsel in distress
J.M
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