Mycroft did not even flinch when Sherlock burst into his office. Mycroft looked up, any sign of emotion hidden. "How could you call off your private search?" Sherlock stalked up to his office desk and slammed his fist on it, making everything on the desk shudder. Mycroft looked up at Sherlock and their eyes locked. "There is no point Sherlock. It's been almost seven months. We haven't found a single sign of her or her kidnappers. I have a job I need to focus on and I can no longer keep this going. It's too painful." Mycroft kept his voice even, though on the inside he was screaming in irritation and sorrow. Sherlock glared at him. "This is our little sister. HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM?" Sherlock, who never showed much emotion, was livid. His eyes almost glowed with anger as he glared at his older brother. "This is the girl you used to take to dance class. To singing lessons. You used to play dolls with her for Christ's sake. . . ?" Sherlock slammed his fist on the desk with each word. The belongings on Mycroft's desk shudder with each hit, each item inching away from its original spot.

Finally Mycroft had had enough. He stood up and slammed his own fist onto his desk as he glared at Sherlock. But before he could say anything, he heard something drop to the floor and shatter. The two brother's eyes fell on the item that had fallen. It was the framed picture of the siblings. Mycroft quickly swept up the picture from the shattered glass, praying that nothing happened to the picture. He studied the picture silently, and didn't even realize Sherlock had left his office until he heard the click of the door. He sat back at his desk still looking at the picture, and then he looked around his office. When he knew he was alone he laid the picture on his desk and he let his emotions take over. The irritation and sorrow and anxiety took over Mycroft's body and hot tears streamed down his face. Resting his elbows on the top of his desk, he clutched his head in both hands and let the tears flow freely.

Maria was sitting at the desk in her bedroom reading when the door opened suddenly. She looked up and locked eyes with the man before her. She was tired, and too weak to be scared. She just gazed at him and he walked up to her. Maria looked him over. She noticed that there were subtle bags under his eyes meaning loss of sleep and his normally styled hair was in disarray meaning he wasn't keeping up with his appearance, which could mean he was anxious about something. Finally her eyes fell onto a pair of scissors clutched in Moriarty's hand. Her eyes widen slightly, but she showed no other sign of fear. She watched as his free hand reached out for her. She tensed and closed her eyes, scared of what was about to happen. She was so shocked she almost fell off her chair when she felt the hand stroke her hair. She turned her face slightly and gazed up at him. His face was calm, almost serene as he ran his fingers through her curls. "Um…" Maria was at a loss for words.

Jim took his hand away and shook his head to clear his mind. He looked down into her eyes. The vibrant blue/green eyes were now almost dull. He could tell she was tired and growing weak. Her hair lost its bounce. Seeing her in this state stabbed at his chest. Guilt almost choked him. After clearing his head more he gripped her hair tightly and pulled it out to where every curl was straight. He then brought the scissors to it and cut straight through. He tried to ignore the small squeak that escaped her lips. Her hair, that once hit the middle of her back, now hit unevenly just above her shoulders. Moriarty looked at the hair that was clutched in his hand, then at the girl before him. Their eyes locked again and he saw the tears well up in her eyes. A low growl escaped his throat when he looked at her. She was still memorizing. Still undeniably beautiful, even though her luscious curls were uneven and short and her eyes were dull. The scissors dropped from his hand and hit the floor with a muffled thump. He watched Maria jump and look up at him again, her eyes wide. He leaned down towards her. Steadying himself with his free hand on the desk before them he lowered his face to where their lips were inches apart. He could feel her hot breathe tickling his lips.

The scent hit Maria like an eighteen wheeler. Cigar smoke and men's cologne. She sighed softly, the smell calming her. Putting her into somewhat of a trance. She could feel his breathe on her face, and without realizing she began to lean into him. Their lips were just about to meet when something loud startled her. She could almost feel the irritation radiating off of Moriarty as he pulled away from her and answered the phone. His snarl made her cringe and she watch him leave her room abruptly. She jumped when the door slammed. She could hear his yelling slowly disappear as he walked down the hallway. After his voice was gone she brought her hands to her head and felt her hair. She stood hastily and raced to the bathroom to see the damage. Maria's eyes grew wide as she looked at the mess on top of her head. The edges were rough and jagged. The bits in the front were longer then in the back. Tears welled up in her eyes as she ran her hands through her hair. She walked out of the bathroom and her eyes fell onto the abandoned scissors on the floor. Slowly she approached them and picked them up. After a moment she walked back into the bathroom, and started the water to fill the bathtub. She sat the scissors on the edge of the tub and then closed the bathroom door and locked it.

Moriarty slammed his cell phone onto his desk after getting off the phone with one of his men. He will pay for interrupting me with such useless information. He looked down at the dark curls clenched in his hand. He brought it to his face and inhaled deeply. His senses were over powered with the lavender scent and he collapsed into his desk chair in sort of high. He laid his head back against the chair and stared blankly ahead, going over the events that had happened before the imbecile interrupted. He had almost KISSED her. And more importantly, she looked like she was going to kiss him back. He groaned. He could almost feel her loft lips against his. Oh, he wanted it so bad it scared him. He wanted to bring her to his bed, hold her fragile body against his and saver her plump, luscious lips as he laid her back on his bed. He pictured it clearly in his mind. He closed his eyes and imagined her body beneath his, naked and vulnerable to his touch. Goosebumps would prickle her skin as he traced her neck and breasts with his lips. He moaned softly and palmed his groin with his free hand. She would gasp as he took each succulent nipple into his mouth and he would tease them with his tongue and teeth. Then he'd trial his lips down her stomach and dips his tongue mischievously into her navel. She'd clench his hair in her beautiful hands and beg for more. Moriarty moaned again and pushed down on his rising erection. He opened his eyes and looked out his window, then down at the hair clutched in his hand. This wasn't just lust. He didn't just WANT her. He NEEDED her. He NEEDED to feel that body beneath his. Feeling her sweetness tighten around his hard cock. He groaned again and sat up straight. He would have that. He would have her in his bed even if he had to force her. She'd come around, he was sure of it. He was a generous lover. He smirked to himself. But first things first. He picked up his phone and called one of his men. "Hey, it's me. Bring me a box." He grinned down at the dark curls in his hand. "I have a present for the Holmes brothers." He hung up his phone and gazed out the window, a sinister smirk playing on his lips.

Holy cow yall. XD I did not realize that getting to University and working on my bachelor's was going to be as time consuming as it has been. I'm loving yall's reviews though! It's extremely flattering and inspiring. Now if I could just get some inspiration for my other stories AND my essays for school we'll be great! Ahaha, I really hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. I was feeling pretty emotional in the beginning. Poor Mycroft and Sherlock. Well until next time my dearies. Toodles! 3