Cheshire was shivering in the cold. She didn't know how long she had been in this room. She didn't count the days since she went missing, since Jermima turned out to have fooled everyone that she was sweet, innocent baroness. No, she was an international serial killer with a web stretching out to the United States and Africa. Jermima came in to feed Cheshire and give her another beating. "You're getting boring, Lisa. Hey, what if I trade you for one of your brothers? Oh, or your parents?" Jermima asked as she set a bowl of what looked to be oatmeal. "Mum and Da don't care." Cheshire mumbled as she tried to stand. Jermima knocked her down and put a foot on her back to keep her down. "Oh, but Government does." Jermima purred into her ear. Cheshire shivered again and felt the need to cry. "But, I guess I grew a soft spot for you, Kitty." Jermima walked off her back and shut the door.

Mycroft and Sherlock were trying to figure out where Cheshire was hidden in. "We found her!" Greg rushed into the quiet interview room the brothers were thinking in. Sherlock looked amazed that the police were competent enough to find his sister as Mycroft ran out to get his sister home. Anthea got in the car and drove them to the hospital where Donovan had gotten Cheshire in for treatment. They found her on a light morphine drip on a recovery bed and in a couple casts. "What happened?" Mycroft asked when they took seats by her bed. A doctor walked in with Greg. "Beaten severely. Her arm has multiple fractures and her ankle has a fracture." The doctor began to explain injury after injury. When he was done, Cheshire began to wake up. She opened her heavy eyes and saw her brothers looking at her with broken expressions. "Can we have some privacy?" Mycroft asked to break the silence.

The doctor left pulling Lestrade with him. The door was shut and Cheshire began to cry. "What's wrong, Cheshire?" Mycroft asked as he sat on her bed and pulled her into his arms. "I'm scared." Cheshire sobbed and felt Sherlock pile on. She knew that signs of affection like this was odd for both of her brothers to do. "Leave the needles be, Chess." Sherlock said when he felt her arm move to pull the needles out from under her cast. "Can we go home? I want to go home." Mycroft looked at Sherlock and they both knew she sounded small and childish. "As soon as the doctor says it's okay." Mycroft said as he felt Sherlock pull away. "She's in London and she wants you to find her in a sick game." Cheshire whimpered as Sherlock opened the door. "You are to stay out of this now. You're also staying with Mycroft until further notice." Sherlock said firmly as he walked out closing the door. Cheshire stayed buried in Mycroft and he didn't move.

Andy found Jermima on a walk. He went after her and threw her up against a wall when he followed her into an alley. "Where's Chess, Devil?" Andy growled as he pulled out a knife. "With her brothers." Jermima answered as a man came behind Andy and put a gun to his head. "You know my uncle will kill you if you kill me." Andy said with a bored look. He dropped the smaller blonde and glared at her. "The Napoleon of crime, of course. Well, looks like I'm his competition in this game of webs and yours in the game of gangs. Check! I hurt your queen. Now which pawn or piece would you set for the slaughter, Leo?" Jermima asked rhetorically as she walked away with a group of large men. Andy sighed and put his knife away. "Jack, what do our sales look like and is there a new gang?" Andy asked over his phone when it rang. "Leo, you need to get back to home base. Your uncle was beaten and he's here watching the soccer games with the others."

Cheshire was sleeping again when the morphine dragged her back under. Mycroft stayed with her as Anthea came in with a plate of food. "How is she?" Anthea asked as she sat down and set the plate on Mycroft's lap when he wasn't looking. "Hasn't been this scared since Sherlock put on a rubber clown mask and chased her when she was seven." Mycroft sighed as he rubbed Cheshire's hand with his thumb. Anthea smirk and sipped her coffee as she pulled out some papers. "Tell me if there is a baroness named Jermima Pettigrew." Mycroft said as Anthea left the room when Cheshire was waking up again. "My, when can we go home? I feel like she's coming here." Cheshire groaned. Mycroft soothed the short curling hair back. "I'm trying my best to get us out." Mycroft sighed as she blinked tiredly. He picked up a cup of water and got her to drink. Cheshire just looked above her and widened her eyes to the size of plates. Mycroft heard the heart monitor beep faster and looked up.

"Sherlock says hi"

Mycroft covered her eyes and calmed Cheshire down as the doctor and a couple nurses came in. "Move her into another room." The doctor ordered as he began to wheel Cheshire out. "No more." Mycroft said darkly in his mind. "No more pain."

Sherlock woke up in his flat tied to his chair with a grinning girl who looked a little like Cheshire. "Oh, you're finally awake!" Jermima giggled as she kicked the chair Mrs. Hudson was tied to. "This old bat isn't very much fun. I'm just gonna leave her here for her to tell her tale of woe while I take you to my pit." Jermima snapped her fingers and men picked Sherlock out of his chair and drugged him. "Put him down you bitch from Hell!" Mrs. Hudson shouted. Jermima smacked her hard. "Not on your life, whore."

He didn't know how much time had passed by when he woke up in a cold, dark room. His head hurt, but that wasn't his main issue. "Morning!" Jermima cheerily smiled in a window through the door. Sherlock glared at her and realized she had taken his coat and shoes. "Now I only need Mycroft and Cheshire will play with me. Check mate, Lisa. Your hell has just opened its door."