Chapter 10: An Unexpected Capture

You were unsettled after you had read the note. You screamed in terror and Sherlock had come running up to your flat to see what had happened. He looked at the note and he promised that he wouldn't let anything happen to you. You nodded, and hugged him close to you for comfort.

You awoke the next morning to hear men arguing downstairs. You walked into Sherlock's flat to find Mycroft Holmes harping on Sherlock about something. Mycroft stopped once he saw Sherlock looking at you.

"Good morning, (Y/N)." Sherlock greeted.

"Hello, Sherlock, Mycroft."

He smiled and replied, "Hello, (Y/N). It's nice to see you again."

Sherlock groaned. All of a sudden, an orgasmic female sigh filled the room. You blushed, "T-that wasn't…"

"No, text." Sherlock responded. Mycroft and Sherlock argued some more as John joined in. Mycroft got a phone call that he had to take and left the room.

"Why does your phone make that noise?"

"What noise?"

"That noise-the one it just made."

"It's a text alert. It means I got a text."

"Hmm. Your texts don't usually make that noise."

"Well, somebody got hold of the phone and apparently, as a joke, personalized their text alert noise."

"Hmm. So every time they text you..." As if right on cure, the phone sighed again.

"It would seem so."

"Could you turn that phone down a bit? At my time of life, it's..."

"I'm wondering who could have got hold of your phone, because it would have been in your coat, wouldn't it?"

"I'll leave you to your deductions."

John smiled. "I'm not stupid, you know."

"Where do you get that idea?" My croft walked back into the room and told Sherlock that Irene was no longer any of his business. Sherlock only responded by arguing back at him. Mycroft left and said his goodbyes.

Time had passed and before you knew it, it was already Christmas. Sherlock "hosted" a party at his flat. Molly, Lestrade, Jeanette and even Mycroft came. Sherlock ended up getting another text and left the room. You were saddened that Sherlock would rather speak to Irene Adler than spend Christmas with all of his family and "friends".

The new came soon after-Irene Adler was dead. Sherlock was sad and heartbroken, and in your heart you felt jealous. One day, John came back and secretly told you that Irene was, in fact, very alive. Sherlock ended up solving the entire case with "the woman" and saved her from being executed.

You went out one day to get some fresh air. You wound up at the building where Moriarty had taught you how to dance. You didn't exactly know why you went there, but you did. You walked into the building, and saw that it was still as beautiful as you had last seen it. Next thing you knew, everything went black.

You awoke to find yourself cuffed to a metal gate inside what looked like to be a computer room. When your vision returned to its normal state, you saw a bunch of men huddled around a table arguing. They turned and noticed that you were awake. One of the men, who had messy hair and wore a sweat-shirt, came up to you.

"So you're (F/N) (L/N). We've heard a lot about you. Gee, the boss sure took a liking to you. It's sure a shame that you had to go to waste." Your eyes widened. Were they talking about Moriarty? He continued, "The boss offered us a lot of money to go and get you for him. He was too busy to go himself, and didn't want to waste his time on useless things." You were enraged. You kicked the man in the knee and he backed away. "Why you little!" He slapped you. You were started crying, you just wanted Sherlock next to you again. The men all laughed at your weak condition. You looked around to spot anything that you could use to help you get away. You noticed that the man that slapped you also had the keys.

"Hey, you! Come over here!" He walked over and once he got close enough, you kicked him in the balls. You used your foot to bring the keys up to your hands and unlocked the cuffs binding you to the metal. You grabbed the crowbar that was on the table nearby and fought the men off. You ran as fast as you could until you bumped into someone. You started to apologize, and you looked up to see Irene. Her eyes widened and she grabbed your hand and led you outside.

"What are you doing here?"

"Some guys kidnapped me and told me that their boss told them to do it."

"…That boss would happen to be Moriarty." She lead you to a cab and said her goodbyes, as she was going away and never returning after she had cleared some things up.

You rode in the cab back to Baker Street. Sherlock and John greeted you, but when Sherlock noticed the scars on your body, he questioned you. You explained to him what had happened, and he apologized to you about not protecting you.

Irene's POV

I watched as the cab drove (Y/N) away. I wasn't really sure why I was being so nice to her. After all, she was supposed to be my enemy. I guess I didn't want her to go into the Battlefield. I sighed as I knew what was awaiting me. The things that I had to clear up before I left. The unfinished business with Moriarty.

I walked into the building where I was told to meet him.

"Hello, Irene."

"Hello, Jim."

"That's boss to you."

"What, I've been demoted?"

"You know exactly what." Just then, one of the guys that kidnapped (Y/N) burst in.

"Boss!"

"Yes, what is it?"

"She escaped sir."

"What?"

"Your girlfriend, sir. She tricked us and she escaped."

"Can you guys handle anything?"

"Sir, she escaped with Irene Adler." My eyes widened. Moriarty turned to me and I knew that he was angry. He told the man to leave. Crack. He cracked his neck and started cracking his fingers. Crack.

Your POV

You clung to yourself that night. You heard a sudden bang in the middle of the night and rushed to see what had happened. You looked out of your window, but you unfortunately couldn't see anything. You ran down the stairs and around back. You looked around, but you still couldn't see anything. You turned around to head back to your flat, but instead an expression of horror crossed your face. You couldn't move your body. You couldn't even open your mouth to scream. On the wall, there was blood scatted everywhere, and body parts spread out. There was a message written in the person's blood on the wall.

"This is what happens when people disobey me. –JM

P.S. The mess belongs to Irene."

You jumped up from your bed, panting and sweating. You jumped when you heard a bang outside. You were skeptical about going out there after your dream, but you shrugged it off eventually.

You looked around and to your relief, you didn't see anything. You were about to head back to your flat until you heard someone come up behind you. And for the second time that day, you were unconscious.

You awoke to hear familiar voices talking. You couldn't make them out. After everything had stopped being blurry, you realized that you were lying down; tied up and gagged. You looked at the men. They were the men that had originally captured you. They were talking over a woman who was tied to the chair that was in front of them. The woman in the chair was Irene.

"Irene!" She looked up at you and was about to say something, but stopped, as her expression changed was a look of horror. You were confused, and then you realized that she saw something behind you. You turned your head slowly and your own face had also turned into a look of horror. There wasn't something behind you, there was someone. Someone of whom was not too pleased to see you.

He growled, "Hello, (Y/N)."