The chain on Anguirus' ankle was attached to the leg of the bed, which was welded to the ground, and was long enough for her to walk into the kitchen and the bathroom. The shackle on her ankle was held shut by a padlock. Anguirus had looked everywhere for any way to get out of there. The door on the floor wasn't an option. Despite the multitude of locks that she wasn't able to access, Moriarty would have definitely learned by now to have more guards ready to incapacitate her by any means. It also meant that she was on the top floor, probably an attic. There weren't any cameras, either. Moriarty seemed to like their time to be private. The only thing that could possibly be a way out was in the bathroom on the ceiling above the toilet.

An air vent.

There were no windows anywhere. No doors. That meant the only fresh oxygen she was getting was from that vent and it had to be coming from outside. Either Moriarty thought that she was really dumb or he was the one who was really dumb. As much as she liked to think the latter, but it was more probable that he wanted her to escape just so he could snatch her up again. That was their game.

Anguirus didn't want to play it any more. She wanted to be happy, alone, and with Megan. No matter what, that was the Endgame.

She immediately began working on the padlock with a fork from the kitchen, sitting between the island and the sink so that she was hidden from the door while chewing a piece of gum she had found in the drawers. Anguirus had found the stereo and was blasting The Rolling Stones very loudly, which she learned was her favorite band. 'Sympathy For the Devil' was playing. Very appropriate. Moriarty was oddly confident that she wasn't going to try to kill him with the utensils. After the display she showed the last time she saw him, which was two days before, he probably thought she was about as terrifying as a baby bunny. Anguirus knew that if it were anyone else, she'd kill them and be done with it. The reason why she couldn't kill Moriarty was slowly making itself apparent in her head and it wasn't because she liked him.

It was because he was Megan's father.

That sudden thought made the fork slip out of the key hole on the padlock and stab into her heel. "No." She muttered to herself, "I'm her father. I'm her mother. I'm her everything and I need to get out." Suddenly, the padlock clicked open and she grinned, prepared to make a run for it at that very second, but Anguirus' ears twitched as she barely heard the locks starting to click. He was coming. She quickly took the gum from her mouth and placed it into the lock before clicking it back in. She put the fork back into the drawer before sitting back down, leaning against the island with her arms crossed, eyes closed, and her legs stretched out, her ankles crossed. She rocked her feet side to side to make it look like she had been thoroughly enjoying the music instead of trying to break free as the song changed to 'Miss You'. Not appropriate.

Anguirus listened to the slow footsteps as they followed the chain. Those fancy heeled shoes that were for men who had a big ego. He stopped walking when he reached the side of the island and she can feel his stare beating against her. Anguirus didn't acknowledge him and just relaxed, ignoring the irritating falter of her heart.

"Is this what you listen to now?" He asked, opening the fridge and grabbing an apple from the crisper. He could barely be heard over the noise. She had barely eaten since she had been there. Anguirus continued to ignore him and started rocking her upper body back and forth as well as sing quietly. Moriarty slid down beside her, making sure their legs were touching as he carved into the apple with his pocket knife, "I must say, it is an improvement. You have a lovely voice, by the way."

Anguirus still kept her eyes closed, "You finally decide that I'm worth your time?"

"Sweetheart, you are always worth my time. Whether or not I decide to grace you with it is what you should worry about."

"Could you shut up?" She reached for the stereo that was on the ground next to her and turned it up. It was the universal 'leave me alone' sign, but Moriarty thought it was the 'lean over Anguirus and shut it off' sign. She finally opened her eyes and looked over at him. He had a small playful smile on his face. She snarled, "What? What could you possibly want?"

He stuck a piece of apple into his mouth, "To know if you'd come to terms with it, yet."

"What? No "How are you"? No "How's captivity"?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. How is captivity? Find a way out, yet?"

Anguirus looked away from him and closed her eyes again, "Just shut the fuck up."

"So, you haven't. That's good." He sounded smug, "Ready to confess your love for me?"

Anguirus let out a noise of distaste and stood up, walking away from him, "You're disgusting."

Moriarty picked up her chain and yanked it, almost making her topple over. Anguirus braced herself on the island as he said, "Just admit it. You'd be lost without me."

"No, I'd be happy."

"You should stop lying. C'mere." Moriarty tugged again on the chain, forcing her to straddle him while standing. He ran his hands up her legs while staring up at her, "You could stop me at any time. You could snap my neck, suffocate me, stab me, but you haven't and you won't. Instead, you let me do this." Moriarty lifted her dress so that he could see her privates and immediately stuck out his tongue, licking her clit with the tip of his tongue. Anguirus grasped the island tighter and closed her eyes, her mouth parting to make a silent gasp. Moriarty pleasured her while watching her face. He was completely right. He sucked, nipped, and licked until her legs shook and a moan toppled out of her mouth. Her legs were weak and shaking, so she sat down on Moriarty's lap, still straddling him. Anguirus rested her forehead onto his shoulder and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. He hugged her and kissed her head, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"I hate you." She whispered.

"I know you try to." His voice was so soft that it made her finally realize that he had also been through what she was going through. Moriarty had tried to hate her, but his insides won. Anguirus picked up her head and looked into his chocolate eyes. She could physically feel the shift in her. She leaned down and gently pecked his lips with her own before looking at him again. Anguirus was searching for any sign of dislike towards her initiating a kiss, but found none. So, she did it again. And again. She was expecting him to laugh, but he only gave a small smile. A real, non-sarcastic one. Anguirus stood and walked away from him, noting that he didn't want her to. She laid down on the bed and pulled the comforter over her head. The shift made her want to go lie in a ditch and die, but the bed would have to do.

Anguirus felt the bed dent as Moriarty got into his spot next to her closest to the wall and draped his arm over her middle. After several minutes he asked, "What are you thinking?"

She pushed the blanket off of her head and turned around to face him, taking in his face. He was actually quite an attractive man. She had just never noticed. Anguirus placed her hand on his cheek and rubbed the bone with her thumb before answering, "That I'm fucked."

Then, they had sex. It was soft, gentle, slow, and loving. Much different than the other times.

Afterwards, Moriarty had fell asleep. Anguirus unchained herself quietly before placing the shackle around Moriarty's ankle and locking it just for fun. She made her way to the kitchen and grabbed a butter knife before heading to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Anguirus stood up on the toilet and reached up, undoing the screws from the vent cover with the knife. She placed the cover onto the floor before pulling herself up into the vent. She crawled forward, turning every once in a while.

And, finally, she saw light.

Moriarty woke up feeling more at peace than he ever had in his entire life. He felt that he had truly won a great game. That feeling dissipated as he saw that Anguirus wasn't lying beside him and that the chain wasn't sprawled out across the floor to tell him where she was. He sat up and threw the blanket off of him, immediately seeing it around his ankle. Anger filled him as he stood up, still naked, and searched around for her, hoping that she was just playing around and was hiding somewhere in the make-shift flat. When he got into the bathroom, his eyes darted to the open vent on the ceiling before he noticed the plastic mirror above the sink had words written on it in toothpaste: "Our rooftop. Please, come alone."

Moriarty yelled loudly.

The air was nice on the rooftop of the education center. Anguirus sat next to the door and stared up at the blue sky. For a long time she stared at the blood stains that she had put there a year ago, but found that that's where blood belonged; in her past. No more blood. No more troubles. No more... anything. Anguirus had escaped five hours ago from that old house on the outskirts of London and had been sitting on the roof for three of them, just waiting. She felt like she was supposed to be crying. She was supposed to be mourning for herself, but she couldn't.

Finally, the door to the roof opened and out walked Moriarty. He walked right past her and looked around for her.

"You'd flunk the F.B.I. test, you know." She called out to him, "And you really should stop sleeping with me."

Moriarty turned and looked down at her. He didn't look happy, "I'm alone, like you asked."

"Have a seat." Anguirus patted the concrete next to her. He seemed hesitant for a moment, telling her that he really was alone, before doing what she said. Once he was settled, she spoke, looking at him, "I'm a liar, Jim. That's all I've ever been. I thought that I should tell you the truth before it happens."

"Before what happens?" He asked.

Anguirus sat on her knees so she could get a better look at his face, "I do like you. I spent my entire life doing exciting, dangerous things before I landed here in London. You made my life exciting and dangerous again."

"What's going to happen?" Moriarty asked hesitantly. He already knew the answer, he just didn't want it to be true.

"And I should thank you for the things you've done for me. You killed General Shipley. Led me to Moran. Have you figured out why I killed him, yet?"

"He murdered your parents." Moriarty's voice was flat, "I can't believe I missed it."

Anguirus gave a small smile, "I should also thank you for making me take the step to figuring out who I am. I'm quite pleased with who I turned out to be in the end."

"End...?"

"But, there's one thing that I need to thank you for more than the rest. The reason why I want to thank you in any way possible..." Anguirus swallowed, "... And that thing is a four month old baby named Megan."

Moriarty's head snapped up from where it was staring and looked at her for a moment, stunned, "... That baby..."

Anguirus chuckled, "Yeah, you were right. When I first found out, I did sit there with a hanger, ready to do it, but..." She looked down at her folded knees, "... I was tired of being alone."

"Megan's a fat girl's name." Moriarty had temporarily got his sense of humor back.

Anguirus smiled at him, "No, that's your daughter's name. She has your eyes."

Moriarty placed his hands on the back of his head, looking a little sick, "Oh my God..."

"She's been taken care of. You'll never meet her. She'll never know who her parents are."

"You can't do that to me."

Anguirus gave a small shrug, "There's nothing you nor I can do about it." Moriarty didn't answer, so she continued, "I can't keep doing this. Neither of us would be happy if I stayed put with you. I wouldn't be happy with you chasing me all of the time. We both know that you will eventually get bored-"

"I could never find you boring."

"You will. Admit that now. This is Truth Time. Now, for the ultimate truth." Anguirus stood up and backed away from him, standing in the middle of the rooftop. He stood up as well, but didn't move closer. She held open her arms, "We both know that you will kill me."

Moriarty shook his head, "No. You can't make me do that."

Anguirus walked up to him, "I'm not going to make you. You're going to realize that you have to. I can't go on if you won't leave me alone."

"Then, I'll leave you alone."

"No, no you won't. You're an addict, Jim. You have to find someone else to play this game with. I'm tired. You won't rest until you've beaten me, then you'll be disappointed and get rid of me. We're just skipping a step." Moriarty couldn't say anything. She knew what he was like and he knew it, too. Anguirus continued, "Your enemies will eventually catch on. You've already had a trial. People know my name in association with your's. You understand."

"I don't want to do it."

Anguirus gave a small smile before hugging him around the waist. She stood on her tippy-toes and whispered into his ear, "I do." She kissed his cheek before walking to the edge of the building, looking down briefly before facing him, "Come on, then. Right in head. I want to fly backwards and land with a bang." She grinned a care-free smile.

Moriarty stared at her, his breathing labored, "How'd you know I have a gun?"

"I'm dangerous and you're alone. Of course you have a gun. Now, chop-chop!" Anguirus spread her arms and closed her eyes, waiting.

Moriarty pulled the gun out from the waistband of his pants and rested it by his side, "Are you sure you don't want to play a little longer?"

Anguirus peaked open and eye and smiled, "I'm satisfied with losing."

Moriarty dropped his head and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before looking back up at her and lifting the gun. Her forehead sat perfectly in the line of sight. He held it there for what seemed like hours before he called out, "Anguirus... I love you."

BANG.

A red hole appeared in the center of her forehead that he had always found perfect and she fell backwards, flying off of the building. Moriarty ran towards her a few steps before stopping, hearing the crunch as she hit the pavement. He screamed, "Why'd you make me do that?!" He pulled at his hair, whispering in a hoarse voice, "Why'd I do that?"

In the morgue, John, Sherlock, Molly, and Mycroft all stared down at the naked body of Anguirus. John had forced Molly to cover her up out of respect.

"That's quite enough, Z. You're flight leaves in twenty minutes." Mycroft said, looking down at his pocket watch.

Anguirus' eye popped open, "What? I don't even get a funeral?"

"You will. You'll be cremated. Or, rather, a dog will." Molly laughed awkwardly like she was telling a joke.

"Will someone wipe that awful mess off of her forehead?" Sherlock said.

"I still can't believe it worked." John gave a disbelieving chuckle.

On The Roof

Anguirus hugged Moriarty, feeling the gun. As she stood on her tiptoes, she pulled out the clip, replacing it with her own clip that had one blank filled with corn syrup in it. Just like she and Sherlock had planned. Anguirus placed the gun back and went to the edge of the building, checking to see if the net was in place. It was sticking out of the top floor's window, ready to catch her. Then, when she fell from the pain of the blank, a man had dropped a cadaver out of the window right below the one with the net.

Easy peasy.

Anguirus sat up on the table and took the wipe that Molly offered, cleaning the corn syrup off of her forehead, "Well, there's a lesson in all this. Always come up with plans while having sex." She glanced at the mortician, "Sorry, Molly."

"What? Why are you- you don't need to apologize. It doesn't bother me."

"Come on, now, Z." Mycroft smiled the best he could, "Megan's waiting."

Megan.

~ EPILOGUE ~

Six Years Later

Nadi, Fiji was beautiful. Just like Anguirus had always imagined. The air was fresh and her and her beautiful daughter lived in a house on stilts right on the beach. Megan was the most gorgeous, smart, and extraordinary child she had ever seen. She had skipped two grades, even. Anguirus worked at as a florist; something that she didn't ever expect to do in her life. When Anguirus first landed there six years earlier and she saw her baby girl in the arms of one of Mycroft's confidants, she had bust out in tears. Everything was going to be okay.

Megan sat on a bench outside her school waiting for her mother to pick her up, swinging her legs back and forth, singing quietly as she colored in her notebook.

"Hey, there's the nerd!" A boy a year older than Megan yelled as he walked in her direction. His name was Vincent Harold and he was a bully. He was constantly picking on Megan because she was smarter than him. Dumb people liked to do that, she learned. Megan didn't say anything as he yanked hard on her black pigtails when he walked by.

"Hey!" A shout was heard from down the road. Vincent ran when he saw Anguirus sprinting towards them. She was known as the 'Scary American' in the neighborhood. She didn't chase after the kid. Instead, she sat down next to Megan, placing her arm around her shoulders, "Are you okay?" Megan nodded, placing her notebook into her backpack. She didn't talk much, but when she did, she was marvelous. Anguirus sighed, "I want you to listen to me. There will always be people like that. Jealous ones who want to tear down your confidence, but you can't let them. You are an impending force of nature and everyone who tries to stop you are insignificant tadpoles, okay?"

"What does 'impending' mean?" Megan asked.

"It means that it's going to happen, no matter what. Like the impending trip to the candy store."

Megan beamed, showing some missing teeth. She loved candy, especially the sour kinds. Anguirus and Megan began their walk. The little girl wasn't worried about the bully. Earlier, in class, she unscrewed the metal blade from her pencil sharpener and stuck it in his backpack. She was excited to see when he'd come to school with bandages on his fingers. However, he wouldn't ever be going to school again.

Little Vinny Harold would go missing that day and it wasn't due to the wrath of a Godzilla monster.

Later in the evening, after Megan was tucked into bed, Anguirus was in the kitchen chopping up some fruits of the girl's lunch the next day.

"Amazing how sturdy this structure is, isn't it?"

Anguirus froze, her veins filling with ice.

"Surprising how you're not swept away with the tide."

Anguirus turned slowly and looked at him. He had entered through the sliding glass doors and was looking around the wooded structure before his eyes landed on Anguirus. She hadn't changed one bit. "Almost as surprising as when the barrel of my gun tasted like sugar."

"Are you in the habit of licking guns?" Her tone was serious.

Moriarty shrugged, "I like to do it from time to time. So..." His eyes glanced around again, "... Where is she?"

"How'd you find us?"

"Oh, please. I never lost you." Moriarty walked up to her, standing close, "Six years, Anguirus. Six years and I still want you. You and Megan." He lifted his hand and cradled her cheek, "You two are the only things I have ever thought about. I think Fiji would agree with me."

Anguirus stared into his eyes as he leaned closer, reveling in the sudden shocked pain that coursed through his pupils as she stabbed him in the gut with the knife covered in strawberry juice. She swiped his legs from under him with her foot and he fell onto his back. Moriarty touched his wound with shaking hands. Anguirus straddled him, covering his mouth as she slowly pushed the knife back into his body, "I'm a liar, Jim." She repeated the words from all those years ago, "But, there's something I've never lied about. Never denied." Anguirus stabbed him again in his lung, watching him cough up blood before she leaned down, whispering in his ear.

"I. Am. A. Monster."

Anguirus took the knife and quickly sliced his throat, spraying herself with his blood. Everything was always a lie. Only fools kept believing her. She watched as he choked on his own blood, his eyes never leaving her's. He was in shock, his forehead sweating. She smiled as she watched the light go out in his milk chocolate iris'.

"Mom?"

Anguirus quickly wiped her bloody face off on her shirt before standing on her knees, looking at Megan over the top of the counter, "What are you doing up, sweetie?"

"I heard a bang..."

"Oh, don't worry. I just fell. Go back to bed and I'll be in to read you a story in a minute, okay?"

Megan rubbed her tired eyes, muttering, "Okay..." Before she turned and walked back to her room.

Anguirus looked down at Moriarty's dead corpse, grinning, "Endgame."

~END~