HEY! So Christmas is over and we are all looking forward to the new ep of Sherlock, but in the mean time here is the next instalment of the 007 effect. I am SOOOO sorry that it has taken so long to bring out but that's Christmas for you. I hope you enjoy it the ending will be soon to follow. and remember I do not own any of the characters.

Chapter seven:

'Oh yes my dear. Irene is my cousin, distant but still family I suppose.' He said giving her a serpent like smile. 'Now however I don't really have any use for you anymore. What do you think I should do Anthea? You can't choose your family…though you can choose which ones live.'

Moriarty turned to Irene who had stepped back a little when she realised he wasn't actually talking to Anthea anymore. 'You've been a good girl Irene.' he said grabbing her wrist gripping it tightly. He placed his fingers against her pulse point. 'But your scared and scared people make mistakes. I don't have time for people like that. However Simon…well he has time on his hands and he was rather disappointed that I didn't let him rape the Goldfish. You though I couldn't give two shits about you.'

'No please!' Moriarty dropped his hand but it was soon replaced by another rougher one.

'Enjoy.' He said cheerfully ignoring her screams for help. 'Music?' Moriarty asked placing his phone on the table and pressing play.

She recognised the tune it was one that Sherlock had been playing when she first met him. It had annoyed Mycroft because it was one of his favourites. For the first time during all of this she felt tears begin to rise. The sound of such brutality from next door and the sound of beautiful music together was too much for her.

…..

'Why are you driving?' Asked bond as they headed through the busy streets of London.

'I get car sick in the passenger seat.'

'No you don't.'

'The words "new" and "return in one piece" did make me think it would be best for me to drive I admit.' Smirked Sherlock as he drove down the wrong way on a one way street.

'You have a thing for Jaguars don't you.'

Holmes pursed his lips and mumbled a 'Maybe.' Though Bond was right he really did have a thing for Jag's and this one was a beauty of a beast.

…..

Anthea sat half over in her chair shaking from the pain of the ropes holding her in place. She could still her Irene screaming for help. The man no the thing in front of her did nothing it was almost as if he were enjoying it. She wanted it to end she should be home now she thought glancing at Moriarty's phone it was 6:53pm Mycroft would usually finish work at 7:30pm. Though tonight they had meant to be going out for dinner. Nowhere fancy, that was the rule. It had been his idea. He could be so romantic when he wanted something. This made her smile. He was an ass and a grump and well a Holmes but she loved him.

'Ah good I was hoping you'd know this song. One of his favourites I believe.'

'Piss off.'

Moriarty barked out a short laugh before leaning once more so his face was in her's. He rested his elbows on his knees and his chin in the palm of his hand. 'You really shouldn't swear it's very unladylike.'

'Fuck off.'

'You're going to wish you had been more talkative when Simon is finished. You see where going to play another little game later called clothes swop. I was going to let you dress yourself only now I think I might do it for you. What will Mycroft think hmmm? Knowing my hands have been all over your lovely body? He'll want to know everything my dear or are you going to lie to him tell him it was the only kind thing I did, letting you change them yourself. I won't lie to him.'

The had ended during his little speech and as he watched at her reaction from behind him the door that had mercifully hidden whatever brutality The Woman had been put through was opened. There stood Irene swaying slightly. She was being all but held up by the thug in the shadows. Her hair was knotted and tussled. Her make-up was smudged all over her face her clothes were torn so you could see her chest. She hadn't gone down without a fight.

'Right time to play Anthea.' Smirked her captor. 'And to make things more interesting the more you fight the more she will be beaten.'

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It wasn't too long before Bond and Sherlock reached the power station. 'You ready?' asked 007 loading his gun and checking the safety.

Sherlock was doing the same but stopped to look over the roof of sports car at the agent and with a smirk asked. 'Are you?'

'Naturally.'

'In that case you take the left and I'll take the right. Reception is good in here so text if you find them.'

'Right and Sherlock.'

'What?' He asked frowning. The more time they spent talking here the more likely they were to be found and then they'd be in a whole heap of shit too.

'Don't go being a twat now.'

She felt filthy and violated and disgusted that she hadn't fought against him. Why did she care what would happen to Irene she was a terrible woman, but she did care and she had let him run his fingers over her breasts and let him pinch her underside of her thighs. They'll be here soon whoever Mycroft sent they would be here. Anthea sat and watched as they tied the Adler woman to the chair in her clothes. They had undone her hair and let it lie over her shoulders. Moriarty was whispering something to her before he let go of his tight grip on her chin. Her head slumped down again and both he and Simon headed her way.

'Well now this has been fun you'll give this to your dear Mr Holmes won't you? Tell him this is just the beginning.' He smiled placing an envelope near her head on the floor. 'Oh and if you happen to see Sherlock ask him if he missed me?'

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