A/N: Hey there, Luna again, a small thing has been brought to my attention and I figured that I should address it now. Better late than never right? There may be some references to Season 2. If I do they will probably be small things. On another note again Thank you for R&R! This one is a little bit shorter than the others but enjoy anyway!

Chapter 4: A Busy Bee

P.O.V: Moriarty/Irene

"Busy, busy bee you are my dear. A far greater challenge than Sherlock I must say," Irene said to herself as she drew a picture of a bee. "I must say I had you pegged wrong, you're not just the mascot as I had said you were. You have proven yourself to be quite the adversary. Perhaps you'll listen to me and join me unlike Sherlock. Men cannot truly understand us women, now can they?" she asked the drawing. Then there was a changing of the guards. The mumbled something to each other, then the one that was posted before left. As she heard the doors close she approaches the new guard. "Hello love, how is the plan proceeding?"

"Everything is going according to plan to get you out of here. However the plan to catch the bee is proving to be a bit more difficult than anticipated."

"How many times must we go over the fact that you should not underestimate a woman?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we are currently working on recapturing her. We are right now in the process of tracking her." This comment infuriated Irene.

"If you just had her, why are you tracking her again?"

"She seems to be changing her appearance after each encounter."

"Make sure she's found by the time I'm out of this wretched place."

P.O.V: Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock had found that there were many people in the city of New York who had the computer abilities to erase a person's entire history. Though he had already ruled out some people on the list just based off of their skill he still had many on the list. He had been looking at names and profiles for days, trying to find possible people. The more he looked the more he felt like he was losing time. He printed up a list of names and proceeded to hunt each individual down.

"Listen man, even if you do find the person who did delete your partner's information, I don't see what help that would be? We just get paid to do the job, not ask questions. She probably wouldn't have told anyone if this was her doing," a rather heavy man said while he sat in his chair right next to his computer. Sherlock could tell that this man was not telling the full truth. Perhaps a half truth.

"You're not telling me something, I suggest that you tell me what it is or else I will report your hobbies to the police," Sherlock threatened.

"Okay, okay man! Sheesh! Don't go crazy. It was something I heard in the forums. Someone was looking for one of us to do a job, they wanted us to do it early. A buddy of mine said that he took the job and did the delete. My buddy said that they came about a week later to his house to verify that the job was done. He couldn't tell what the person looked like, they were covered from head to toe. A few days after, he was confronted again by someone else. Next thing I knew, he was in the hospital recovering from a beat down. That's all I know," the man said. Sherlock, somewhat satisfied with the answer he had gotten, left the man and went back to the brownstone. He still was faced with a problem, which was of course: Where was Watson?

He didn't want to go see Moriarty, but he felt like he had no choice since he couldn't find anything. The only thing he has been able to figure out was that Moriarty may be the only person who knows where she is. Sherlock picks up his phone and calls Captain Gregson to inform him of his actions. Gregson says so long as he takes Detective Bell with him.

"Hello love," Moriarty said on the other side of a window. Sherlock sat in a chair with his hands in his pocket while Bell stood right behind him arms crossed. "I was wondering when you would decide to visit me.

"This visitation is not out of concern for you."

"Ah yes, your bee. You did a very good job with her. I was quite surprised that she figured us out. She is, however, a bit difficult to read. I'm assuming more training with you."

"I would like to know where she is."

"Isn't that a coincidence, so would I," Moriarty said with a smirk.

"That message you left me, I assumed it meant that you knew of her since you mentioned that she has been busy."

"Busy yes, I do know that. However her whereabouts, I am almost as lost as you are my love. Almost," she said with another smirk, this one more devious than the last. "Perhaps she does not want you to find her. If that's the case, I would take her warning, we wouldn't want you getting caught in the crossfire now would we my love?"