A/N: I am really enjoying writing these next few chapters. Thanks to all those who have faved/followed the story so far!

Disclaimer: Shockingly, I still don't own Sherlock (SEASON THREE WAS ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC THO)

As John fell to the ground, Amanda pulled out her cell phone. After pressing a few buttons, she put it up to her ear. "Sebby, bring the car to the alleyway. And next time? Ask boss for a less conspicuous look. He was onto you."

After hanging up, she stepped back and admired her handiwork. The army needed to step up its game. If this, a bag with a hardcover book in it, was all it took to knock out a soldier, (albeit a retired one) Britain was doomed.

The car pulled up and a muscular man with short blonde hair, broad shoulders walked out. A pair of pitch black sunglasses covered his eyes, and he looked for the entire world like a body guard or secret service agent. He glanced at John and then smirked. "Nice job kid. Do that with your bag?"

"Used to be in the army? Please, he didn't suspect a thing." She answered before walking up to the car. "Put him in the back. He shouldn't wake for at least 45 minutes, but tie him and gag him anyway."

"And why don't you just take him to the boss now?" the tall man asked, as he bound John with materials from the car.

"Because I'm hungry, and you missed my birthday last year." Amanda said, pretending to be hurt. "You owe me."

Her accomplice smirked. "Alright kid, as long as we still have him for the boss when we get back."

"Excellent. There's a place I already have reservations to, and it's literally down the road." She laughed, and they took off down the street.

(•)

Colin walked down the worn cobblestone path toward the flat, his hands in his pockets and headphones in, trying desperately not to think about the events of the day. But try as he might, his thoughts kept drifting back to Cara. Dead. It was hard to believe she was gone, what with having seen her just the day before. Colin had kept his cool until after Amanda and those two men had left, but the second they were out of sight, he had sat down with his back to door, staring into the hall, trying to ignore the sobs coming from the kitchen. A while after the sobs had subsided; he got up and went into the kitchen to find Bradley silently making tea whilst staring blankly at the wall. Deciding to give his friend space he had called Cara's father to see where the body was located. After rushing to the hotel room, they had burst in to see Officer Lestrade kneeling by his daughter, stroking her bright red hair as tears fell down his face. Bradley went up to join him, as Colin turned away to call the police and inform them that they needed to take the body to the morgue.

After they had taken Cara's lifeless form away, he had left Bradley and Cara's father alone to reminisce all of their happy times with her. As his headphones blasted away, Colin couldn't help but feel as if Mr. Lestrade had enough heartache for a lifetime. Nearly all his family was now dead, poor bloke, both his wife and child taken away from him by the same twisted psycho.

He was so caught up in his musing that when he first glanced at the idle car with no driver he walked right past it. But only a few steps later he paused, slowly turning around to face the car.

He peeked through the tinted side windows, and, seeing no one in the car, pulled out his cellphone to call a tow truck or something when he noticed something fogging up one of the side windows.

Shading the rear window with his hand, he looked through the tinted glass, not knowing what to expect as the fog steadily moved up and down as if breathing. Finally able to catch a glimpse of the contents of the black car, what Colin saw made him back up in surprise.

He had been expecting a sleeping dog leaning against the window or something of the sort. But what he saw was a person, tied, gagged, and unconscious in the back of a car.

If that wasn't suspicious, he didn't know what was.

If he hadn't been so caught up in this new realization, Colin might have noticed the click of heels approaching the car. As it was, all he noticed was Amanda and a very large man appear in the window, directly behind him. His eyes widened in recognition and he was about to turn around before the large man pulled out a tranquilizer dart and swiftly put it into Colin's neck.

The last thing he saw before blacking out was Amanda's accomplice looking at her expectantly.

(•)

Amanda sighed, frustrated with this turn of events. While they'd been out, that idiot friend of Bradley's had noticed their idle car. She cursed Sebby for leaving it just sitting there. Someone was bound to notice, and it was just her luck that it had been that nosy twit Colin.

"What do we do with him now? Kill him?" the large man asked, pulling a dagger from his boot.

Amanda contemplated this for a moment. "No. Too much of a mess. Put him in the back with John. We obviously can't let him go free."

The man nodded, lifting Colin in the same manner he had John. He tied the raven-haired man up, but decided against a gag. The dart would knock him out until they got to the warehouse where Moriarty was staying.

After everything was situated, the pair got in the car, Amanda in the passenger seat and Sebby driving.

"You know, this wouldn't have happened if-"

"Shut it." Amanda said, cutting him off. She had her arms crossed and was staring moodily out the window.

The man chuckled, "Whatever you say, doll."

(•)

Sherlock sat in the back of the cab, his mind running through all the facts and details he had collected throughout the day. The victim was not all that important. Just a normal, boring, girl, barely out of college. There were thousands of those all over the world. She must have noticed or discovered something that had caused Moriarty to take action and kill her. None of the people he had talked with knew anything, and her cousin was a liar, likely not going to give any reliable information.

Why kill her? What had she seen that had caused the consulting criminal to lash out at her?

He needed data, and people weren't being much of help. Not that they usually were. The last place she had been before her date with whatever-his-name-was,was her place of work, The Reichenbach Tourist Office. She must've seen something there, or Moriarty would've disposed of her earlier.

As Sherlock exited the cab, he looked around the parking lot. It should've been empty. He knew for certain the building was closed (he had made sure of that, made things much simpler), but there was a black car near the back. A car that had Moriarty's people written all over it.

He approached the car, looking through the tinted windows. They really needed to get a less suspicious looking car. It seemed relatively empty, a few long black hairs in the passenger seat indicating one of them was a woman, maybe of the age of about 22. Moving nearer to the driver's seat to get more clues about her accomplice, Sherlock noticed the boot print on the pedal, too big to be a woman's. A man then, about 50 years, judging by the boots older style and the amount of pressure put on the pedal.

Sherlock looked up, his eyes widening. He turned on his heel and ran into the building.

This case was going to be a lot more interesting than he had estimated.

A/N:Ooh, Sherlock what do you know about the mystery man? To my surprise, writing evil!Amanda is actually really fun.

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