February 1st, 2012
Harry took me in with open arms. I am glad that after how much we have fought and ridiculed each other, she will still help me when I really need it. I told her everything that happened and she showed me her deepest sympathy. She told me her opinion that seemed to be the same as everyone else's. She said Sherlock and I were good together and made a great team. I told her we weren't together as a couple and she sighed and said that it was a shame because we look like it.
She has asked me before how long I plan on staying. To be honest, I never really thought about that. I wasn't planning on living here for very long, but I also have no plans on moving back to Baker Street. I am going to look for a new place tomorrow.
Sherlock has not contacted me since I left, neither has Lestrade or Mycroft. Maybe this is my chance to start fresh. I could erase my blog and be a whole new person. The thought of this makes me smile. I really did like working with Sherlock, but all good things come to an end. It is 5:00pm and I am sitting in my room, bored, typing on my computer. Harry opens the door and looks inside.
"Hey Jane, I need to go to the supermarket. I'll be right back."
"I'll go with you." I say with a smile.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, I don't have anything to do."
We spend the next hour or so talking and laughing like real sisters should. I'm upset that Harry and I never got on like this in the past, but I am glad that we are now. We step out of the supermarket, a bag in each hand, and walk back to the flat. Once inside, I help her put all of the groceries away just in time for my phone to ring. Mycroft is calling me. I excuse myself to my room and answer.
"Hello Mycroft."
"Jane, I am very happy you answered. I honestly wasn't expecting you to."
"It's no trouble. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I need you to come to Baker Street at once!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Please Jane, it's urgent."
I sigh and start gathering my things.
"Alright, I'll be there in a little while."
"On second thought, let my driver come and pick you up. It could be dangerous."
I agree and hang up. Ten minutes later, the driver shows up. I explain to Harry where I am going and she says that she understands, adding a side note that she hopes I work it out with Sherlock. I climb into the backseat and ride back to Baker Street. I knock on the door and am greeted by Mycroft. He leads me inside and Sherlock is nowhere in sight.
"Have a seat Jane. There is much to talk about."
I sit on the couch and Mycroft takes the chair. He has a very concerned look on his face. Before I am able to ask what's going on, Mycroft speaks up.
"Sherlock is gone."
My mouth opens in shock and I respond almost instantly.
"What? What do you mean he's gone? Where is he?"
"I wish I knew. Moriarty has him."
I freeze, when Moriarty said at the pool that he wasn't finished with us he wasn't joking and in more ways than one.
"How did Moriarty get to Sherlock?"
"Let me explain further. When you left, Sherlock wasn't the same. I apologize for underestimating him; I should have known that he would somehow find the drug. However, he spoke to me on the phone yesterday and told me that he has not taken anything since you left."
"Did he really?" I say calmly.
"Indeed he did, but that did not help his moods. I was worried about him and would come to visit occasionally and would walk in on him sobbing on the couch. Once he saw me he would act as if it had never happened, but it was obvious. You changed him Jane, much more than he will admit and when you left, he changed for the worst."
I am touched, but at the same time I am confused.
"What does any of this have to do with Moriarty?"
"You see, on top of him informing me that he has not done any drugs yesterday, he told me he has given up. He said he doesn't care what happens to him anymore and said that-" He paused and took a deep breath. I could see that he was deeply concerned. "He would be giving himself up to Moriarty that day. I did my best to try and stop him, even sending several men here, but by the time they got here he was gone."
I am too shocked to speak. I put my hand over my mouth and try to prevent myself from crying. How could Sherlock have been so reckless?
"Why did you bring me to his flat to tell me this?"
"He left a note here." He hands me a folded piece of paper. I slowly unfold it and read.
Bring her here. I will make sure to call later so we can all have a good time. –M
I refold it and hand it back to Mycroft.
"What are we going to do?"
"For now we must wait. If he is serious, he will call eventually."
We waited at least an hour for a phone call. I suggested we call Lestrade, but Mycroft advised against it. He said that we don't want to do anything that may anger Moriarty. Once the phone rang, I was the first to answer it. I put it on speaker.
"Hello?"
"Hello Jane, I miss you. We should meet up soon."
His voice makes me shiver and cringe. Mycroft gets up and sits next to me to be reassuring. I nod and Mycroft speaks.
"Moriarty, where is my brother?"
"Why hello Mycroft, I don't believe we have been properly introduced. Hopefully that will change. Sherlock is doing just fine, although I can't promise for how long."
"May we talk to him?"
"I don't see any problem with that." He calls somewhere near him. "Oh Sherlock, your friends want to say hello!"
We can hear Sherlock in the distance. He sounds distressed and weak.
"Mycroft, Jane, don't look for me! Just leave me here!"
The sound of a smack silences him and Moriarty's voice returns to the phone.
"I don't think he misses you, but I do. I wish you would come and visit me." He says sarcastically. This time, I answer him.
"What do you want?"
"You know what I want Jane. I want to burn him, I have already burnt you. Maybe you can come and play!"
"Well we can't do that if we don't know where you are."
"You just leave that to me, I'll get you here. I'll even let you bring Mycroft and that cop you hang around with if you want. No one else though, or I don't even need to say what will happen to poor old Sherlock. Am I clear?"
I don't know what he means by he will get us there, but it is a risk I will have to take. I know I was mad at Sherlock, but I don't care about that anymore! I just need to get him back!
"Yeah, we're clear. When do we meet?"
"I would say that tomorrow is just fine, get everyone together. This is going to be fun!" He hangs up. Mycroft looks at me.
"Are you sure you want to do this Jane?"
I stand up and turn toward him, dialing my phone.
"Of course I'm sure, we're getting him back and there is nothing Moriarty can do about it! I told you I would never let any harm come to him, well now is my chance to prove it!"
I press send and wait for Lestrade to pick up. It's time to once and for all face Moriarty.
