It had been a couple of weeks since Moriarty and Anguirus had began ignoring each other. He didn't even leave clothes for her after she was done taking her showers. If it was a normal person, she wouldn't have cared. But this was Moriarty. This was the epitome of insane. Was he even a man? Human? Anguirus doubted it. Jim Moriarty was an animal. A rabid animal.

He needed to be put down.

Anguirus held a kitchen knife in her hand as she carved at the wood flooring in her bedroom. Due to the extreme game of 'Cold Shoulder', she had not been any where near Moriarty's closet. Or even his room, for that matter. Kitchen and bathroom, that's it. She had ran out of sour fruits and it was beginning to drive her insane. Anguirus looked down at the thing that she had carved into the floor. There were a bunch of little rectangles connected together by a thin line. She racked her brain for a reason as to why she drew this and after a moment, it clicked.

The computers.

Anguirus put down the knife and stood up, walking out of her room and into the hallway. She heard the shower running so she quickly went inside Moriarty's room and into the closet. Opening up the hatch, Anguirus climbed down the latter and hit the lights, checking all the rooms to make sure that there wasn't a Moran hiding anywhere. She slowly walked into the large opening where the computers were. Anguirus looked around. There was one other door to the far right that looked like it took a key-card. That didn't matter, her eye was on the prize. She walked up to the computer and clicked a button on the keyboard.

"Password:"

Anguirus mentally groaned. She should've known. She thought for a moment, deciding that it couldn't be a random string of letters and numbers. Moriarty wasn't built that way. He liked games. He was basically a human Loki. Anguirus rolled her eyes as she typed an obvious answer, just to get it out of the way.

"Password: Sherlock"

Incorrect.

Good. Now that that was done, she could dig deeper. Anguirus was certain that she only had about two or three tries left, but it didn't bother her. She was doing this all for Sherlock, anyway. She didn't care if she extracted any files.

"Password: Staying Alive"

Incorrect.

Anguirus blew out a raspberry as she typed the next one:

"Password: Little Monster"

Incorrect.

She frowned and thought about it. Anguirus knew nothing of his personal life except that he was an obsessive freak. She stopped tapping her finger on the table and looked down at the keyboard. Crouching, she looked for the keys that had more wear and tear.

'G' and 'O'. That's it. The rest all looked the same.

Anguirus placed a hand over her eyes as she thought about the combination of words that it could possibly be. One word stuck out in her mind and it was a wild shot in the dark, but what else was there?

"Password: Godzilla"

Welcome.

Anguirus rose her eyebrows. That was insanely silly, but she guessed it made sense in a poetic sort of way. In the movie, Godzilla did tear Anguirus apart rather viciously.

The screens came on and Anguirus squinted. They were all security cameras. There was the one in Sherlock's apartment, one in a very homey looking living room with an old couple sitting on a couch together, there was one in the living room in the cabin. One of the screens was split up into four sections of street views where people were walking, going about their day without knowing that Anguirus' hazel eyes were staring at them.

Anguirus looked at another screen and her face fell. There were children running around a living room, but in a corner sat little Charlene. Moriarty placed a camera in her foster home. Rage built up inside her as she backed away from the computers. Charlene looked so sad. So alone. Before Anguirus left, Charlene was friends with all of the foster children, but that didn't look like the case now. It was like they were avoiding her like the plague. Why? There was nothing wrong with Charlene. Charlene needed friends to take her mind off of Anguirus. Didn't anyone know that?

Anguirus blinked and looked closer to the screen. The little girl didn't look like Charlene any more.

She looked like Anguirus when she was seven. Anguirus stared longer as the little girl in the screen slowly looked up at the camera and smiled. Her teeth covered in blood.

Anguirus gasped and backed up, panicking as she picked up the chair that was tucked under the desk and chucked it hard at the screens. He had no right to spy on any of these people. He had no right to spy on her family. She watched with pleasure as the screens fizzled and died out.

"Anguirus, what did I say... about breaking my things?"

She spun around and looked at Moriarty. His face was way too serious for her liking.

"I said that I'm going to Wring. Your. Neck."

Moriarty started moving forward slowly, his eyes turning a dark shade of crazy. If that was even a thing.

Anguirus stepped out and started to circle around Moriarty, him following suit.

"I've had it with you, little monster. Play time is over."

Moriarty took a vicious step forward and Anguirus turned and fled. She didn't know why she didn't want to fight him, but it probably had to do with the fact that she wanted to live. Anguirus climbed up the latter hurriedly as it shook from Moriarty trying to catch her ankle. She ran out of Moriarty's closet and into the hallway. She now knew the reason why the cabin was so small. No hiding places. She went into her room as the noise of Moriarty's closet door being slammed open resounded. Anguirus pushed herself against the door as Moriarty began slamming into it with his shoulder.

"Little pig, little pig, let me in!" He growled as he rammed his shoulder into it once more before stopping.

Adrenaline was running through Anguirus' veins and she could hear her blood pumping in her ears. She slowly backed away from the door, wanting to lay down and go to sleep. Possibly forever.

A yell was heard as Moriarty splintered the door with his foot and he charged in. Anguirus panicked as he descended upon her. She couldn't hit him and it scared her. Moriarty raised his hands and grabbed her face, bringing it to his. His lips rubbed against her own as he backed her up and pushed her onto her bed. Clothes went flying overhead and Moriarty began kissing her all over, slowly making his way back up to her mouth. He kissed her lips deeply as he pushed roughly inside her.

Anguirus stared at the sleeping Moriarty, taking in his face. Even in his sleep he looked troubled.

Anguirus removed the needle from his vein and placed it on the bed side table. She got up quickly and put her clothes back on. She walked over to the bed and lifted the blanket and sheet off of the sleeping man, taking the sheet and placing the blanket back over him, tucking him in nicely. Anguirus filled up another syringe full of sedatives and held it in her hand, along with the sheet before leaving the room and heading for Moriarty's. She went down the ladder and looked through the windows of each room, making sure it was clear. She entered the lab and went straight to the file cabinet. Anguirus laid out the sheet and threw the files onto it.

After she had collected all of them, she gathered up the edges of the sheet, making it into a sack. She exited the lab and went across the hall to the room that she's never had a chance to explore. Anguirus walked over to a file cabinet and opened it, finding employment records. That would probably be important to Sherlock.

She threw as many as she could into the sheet and she turned around when the door opened behind her. Moran stepped in and looked at her and then at all the files on the ground. He made a move for his gun as Anguirus sprinted at him. She slid between his legs and quickly stood up, hopping on to his back before he could face her. Anguirus jammed the needle into his neck and squeezed as Moran stumbled backwards and slammed her into the wall opposite of the file room. Anguirus let go of him and jumped down when he leaned forward. He turned around clumsily and punched towards her, missing completely. Anguirus pulled back her fist and punched his nose as hard as possible. Moran fell to his back and was out cold. She dragged him into the room so he was out of sight in case there were other gunmen walking around.

Anguirus went and collected her bag of files before climbing up out of the underground facility. She entered her room and saw that Moriarty hadn't moved from the spot that he was in. She reached behind the headboard and pulled out the money, as well as the tape and glue that Sherlock had given her. Putting on gloves that she had taken from Moriarty's room, Anguirus pulled off a piece of tape and grabbed Moriarty's hand, pressing the tape against against his thumb. She held it up to the light and noted that it had a perfect print. Anguirus went into the kitchen and got a bowl from the cupboard before going back into her room. She squirted some of the clear-dry glue into the bowl and placed the piece of tape in it. As it dried, Anguirus put the money into the sack, as well as a couple of apples. Grabbing the piece of tape, she gently peeled it away from the glue. The glue had the print set into its surface.

Anguirus grabbed the sack and tied it over her shoulder so it could hang across her body for easy traveling. Looking down at Moriarty, she leaned down and lightly kissed his cheek before leaving the room.

Anguirus wasn't going to miss him.

She pressed the glue against the finger print identifier and it recognized her as Moriarty. Opening the door, she discarded the slab of glue and made her way into the woods that was surrounding the cabin.