Sam: I posted chapter 8, what, two days ago? Post this and I'm doing pretty good. Oh! And kie1993, thank you very much for the review. My plan is to post until I run out of ideas and kill off the characters or come to a happy conclusion.

Sherlock: *liking option two better* Sam owns nothing.

Chapter Nine

Sam woke on her stomach with Sherlock pressed against her and his arms wrapped tight around her waist. There'd be no point in trying to get out, because he was on top of her and when Lestrade had tried to pull Sam away from him, Sherlock gripped tighter, so Sam thought if she moved, Sherlock would hold tighter.

Sam looked at the clock on Sherlock's bedside table. She should have called into the HUB a while ago. She couldn't call in her current position, though. How could she call in?... She had to get out of Sherlock's arms.

Sam shifted slightly and Sherlock's arms tightened around her a tiny bit. She took a deep breath and tried harder to get out of his arms and out of the bed.

His arms tightened around her even more as he whispered in her ear, "No you don't. You are staying right here."

"I have to call dad, though. I promised."

"I called him earlier. Nice try."

"Well we have to work on the case."

Sherlock flipped Sam over so she was on her back, pinned beneath him and looking him in the eyes. "We have all day to work and it's six am."

"I'm hungry and I want to go eat something."

"No, you're not. I've seen you hungry, I know what it looks like."

"I'm not staying in this bed all day."

"If I'm stronger than you, you are. And from what I've noticed, I am stonger."

"No," Sam tried to push him off. "I want to move, not lay here."

Sherlock- in order to shut Sam up- kissed her. She closed her eyes and while she was distracted, Sherlock produced a pair of hand cuffs and took one of Sam's hands. In one swift move he clicked one end around Sam's wrist and the other around a bar on the headboard and got out of the bed.

Sam tilted her head up to look at the handcuff now keeping her in bed, then glared at Sherlock. "Real mature."

"No, cheeky," Sherlock pulled on his boxers and left the room.

Sam yanked at the cuffs, trying to get it to brake. "Sherlock! Get back here and let me out of these!"

She heard the faint chuckle that told her Sherlock had no intentions of letting her out anytime soon. She gave an exasperated sigh and pulled the sheets up around her more.

Sam looked around, feeling as though she was being watched. She was originally looking for a camera but instead found a man looking through a window on the other side of the street. Sam immediately tried hard to brake out.

"SHERLOCK! Come on, this isn't funny! You left the window open, there's a man across the street looking in!" At that, Sherlock busted through the door, looked the man in the eye, and slammed the curtains shut.

"Moriarty," Sherlock said under his breath. He turned back to Sam who begged with her eyes for him to let her go. "You look so inviting right now…"

Sam raised an eyebrow and Sherlock shut his door as her walked over to the bed and hovered on his hands and knees above Sam.

Sherlock was kissing Sam's neck- both breathing heavily- as John knocked on the door.

"Sherlock?" He said. "Moriarty's here and he won't leave."

"How'd he get in?" Sherlock said between placing kisses on Sam's neck.

"Apparently he picked the lock."

Sherlock sighed, "I'll be right out."

He listened to John's footsteps as he walked to the living room and Sherlock got up and found the key to the handcuffs. "Get dressed. Moriarty's seen you. I leave you in here and he may send someone through the window to collect you. To use you against me. Having a girl in bed can show weakness."

Sam got up and got dressed, going with Sherlock out to the living room to talk to Moriarty.

"Sherlock," Moriarty said. "You've got a new toy. Part of a new experiment?"

Sam glared as Moriarty took a step towards her. Sherlock immediately took a step in front of her, pushing her further behind him.

"No," He said. "She's mine, though. And if you lay a hand on her, I will kill you."

Moriarty put his hands in the air, palms out. "Easy there, Sherlock. I just noticed her and how quickly you hid her and I couldn't help but be curious." He looked directly at Sam. "She is gorgeous, though."

Sam looked down and someone touched her arm. It wasn't Sherlock, or John, she knew that. It wasn't anyone from Torchwood, so who was it…

/Lestrade./ Lestrade was standing behind Sam. She jerked her head up and gripped onto the back of Sherlock's shirt as she looked over her shoulder and met Lestrade's eyes.