Chapter 9

"You're Moriarty?"

"The one and only!"

"But you died? Sherlock said that you shot yourself through the head, there's no way you could've survived that!"

Moriarty/Azazel rolled his eyes.

"Try to keep up. I'm a demon as if something as simple as a bullet would stop me. Of course once I leave my Richard Brooke here his body will die, shame too. I liked Richard, aww well." He paused for a moment. "So, Deanna. You've found out who and what I am, what now?"

"I'll tell them!"

Moriarty smiled mockingly. "Oh you'll tell them, will you? And you think they'll believe you? That's adorable. As far as they know I'm as dead as your mum."

Deanna glared at Moriarty trying to decide if it was safe to stab the guy. In the end she decided that it'd do more harm than good.

"And you're going to run up to them and tell them 'Oh Moriarty's alive and the demon that killed mummy and Jess.' You really think that they'll believe that without any proof?"

"I could always kidnap you, how's that for proof?"

"Are you serious?" Moriarty laughed at her. "As if a silly little human girl like you could manage to drag me all the way back to them by herself. Save your silly little threats for someone who'll believe them."

Deanna hung her head. Moriarty had a point, there was no way she'd be able to get him all the way back to Baker St all by herself. Damn it! Moriarty smiled at her and began walking away.

"Catch you later." Deanna called after him.

He laughed and responded "No you won't!"

After her encounter with Moriarty Deanna had practically ran back. She burst through the door of the flat struggling to catch her breath.

"Deanna?" John said as he saw her appear in the doorway.

"Who else?" She said smugly despite the fact that she still couldn't catch her breath.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just let me catch my breath."

"You ran all the way here, didn't you?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Why?"

"Get Sherlock and Sammy and I'll tell you."

John nodded and went off to try and find Sherlock and Sam. Deanna remained in the doorway. How could she tell them what had happened without sounding insane? Would they even believe her? Well time to test if Moriarty had been right or wrong.

John led Sherlock and Sam back into the room.

"What is it?" Sherlock said rather bluntly.

"I have news regarding the yellow eyed demon."

"Well don't keep us in suspense!" Sam said.

"Before I say anything, promise that you'll believe me?"

They all responded with a yes. Deanna told them about what had happened at the swimming pool and her encounter with Moriarty/Azazel. After she'd finished her story Sherlock and John were both appearing to debate how legit it was. Sam, on the other hand appeared to wholeheartedly believe her, which while she wouldn't admit it, was grateful for.

"But Moriarty died right in front of me."

"Did you ever check?"

Sherlock looked at the ground and mumbled an annoyed no.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you."

"No! I didn't check. He shot himself through the head for goodness sake! Theres no way anyone could've survived that!"

"No way anyone human could've." Deanna corrected.

"Look when it happened it was before I knew about the supernatural. How was I supposed to know that he had a demon living inside him?"

"Well technically Moriarty is the demon not the vessel."

"Whatever! So what do we do now?"

"We track him down?"

"No, that won't work. This is Moriarty we're talking about. He won't be found by anyone unless he wants to be."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"We wait for him to resurface."

"That's a ridiculous plan! Who knows how many more people will die before he does!"

Sherlock and Deanna began trying to kill each other with their eyes. Sam stepped between them,

"Fighting each other isn't going to help! What we really need is a plan."

While both Deanna and Sherlock didn't want to admit it, Sam had a point. They needed a proper plan if they were to have any hope in their mission to stop Moriarty.

"Okay here's what we're going to do..."

"Who put you in charge?" Sherlock questioned.

"No one did, but with the two of you arguing it was obvious that someone needed to take charge."

"But-"

"No buts Sherlock! Now the plan... here's what I suggest, we spilt up and spend the day looking around London for him. If anyone finds him, don't approach him. Just tail him and text our phones to let us know you found him and we'll track you."

"Good plan Sammy." Deanna praised.

"Don't call me that."

"Alright then, let's get going. Deanna, Sam take the side of the Thames with the London Eye. Sherlock and I will take the other. Sound like a plan?"

"Yup."

"Then let's go!'

Sam and Deanna had decided to split up from the get go to cover more ground. Of course, after searching for a couple of hours both of them had gotten rather bored as they'd found no trace of the famous criminal.

Deanna who was thoroughly bored had decided to stop off for lunch. She'd asked Sam if he wanted to join her but he'd declined. Deanna stopped off in a rather empty restaurant. Just before she could order lunch Meg walked into the restaurant.

Meg flicked her hand and the doors slammed shut locking behind them,

"Hello boys. Long time no see."
"Meg? Seriously what is this? Come back to life day?" Deanna said sarcastically.

"Nice to see you again Deanna."

"Why are you here Meg?"

"Is that anyway to talk to an old friend?"

"So sorry. Why are you here bitch?"

Meg rolled her eyes. "I'm here because we need you out of the picture Deanna."

"Why me?"

"Because you're in our way. You know what happened to those who get in our way."

"They burn?"

"That's it!"

"What am I in the way of?"

"Telling you would be cheating."

"Not telling me wouldn't be playing fairly."

"I'm a demon, I never play fair!" Meg smiled. "Let's just say that you're blocking us from getting what we need."

Before Deanna could shoot back a sarcastic reply Meg put a knife on her throat.

"Now, you can either come with me on your own or I can separate your head from your neck. Your choice."

Deanna reached into her pocket to grab either salt or holy water. Whichever she grabbed wouldn't matter. Unfortunately Meg noticed the action and used her demon powers to render Deanna imobile. Damn demons.

"Tut tut. I thought you knew better than that Deanna."

Meg used her knife and gave Deanna a long yet shallow cut down her left arm. It wasn't nearly deep enough to cause her to bleed out fortunately. But it stung like a bitch. After making the cut Meg had her knife back at Deanna's throat.

"Now I'll ask again... Are you going to come quietly or do I have to cut that pretty little head from your neck?"

Meg looked at Deanna expectantly. Deanna weighed her options. If she could just escape from the demon juice holding her then maybe... No that was a idiotic plan that would only end with her dead. Realising that she had no choice Deanna gave her answer,

"Fine. I'll go with you."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Meg put her hand on Deanna's shoulder and teleported her to a place where she hoped that Deanna's family would never find her.

Sam, who had grown rather bored without anyone to talk to decided to text Deanna and see if she wanted to join with him

Do you want to do the rest of the search together?

When he received no reply after the space of half an hour Sam began to grow worried. Deanna always had her phone on her. Always! They'd been texting each other just that morning because Deanna had wanted to know if Sam wanted to join her for lunch. Sam fired off another text.

Are you okay?

Receiving no reply to the first text after the first half hour had been weird, but receiving no reply after the second text had been downright unnerving. Deanna always replied! Always. Something must've happened to her, or she just broke her phone... more likely the first option. When had something not happened to one of them?

Sam called John's number.

"Hello?"

"Hi dad, it's Sam."

"Sam why are you calling me? I thought we agreed that if we found him we'd text."

"This isn't about Moriarty."

"Then what is it about?"

"Deanna."

"What about Deanna?"

"She's missing."

"Missing? How do you know?"

"I was texting her earlier in the day so I know she had her phone on her. But I texted her about an hour ago and she hasn't responded and you know her, she always responds!"

"Maybe she just broke her phone."

"No, she would've called me from a phone box if that had happened. Something's happened to her."

"You sure of this?"

"75%"

"Okay. We'll find her. Meet back at Baker St."

"What about Sherlock?"

"He's with me. We'll meet you there soon."

"Okay, bye."

After hanging up the phone Sam began an uneasy walk back to Baker St. What if something had happened to Deanna? Oh god he hoped that wherever she was, she was okay. If something had happened to her he didn't know what he'd do.

When they'd all arrived back at Baker St they began trying to formulate a game plan to find Deanna. Her phone couldn't be tracked, probably meant that it was broken somewhere.

Suddenly a huge gust of wind came in through the window and blew the front door open. They all just ignored it. As they were talking Sam began to hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Shhhhh."

"Why?"

"Listen."

They all listened and could hear the footsteps. When the footsteps stopped a huge unknown force pushed Sherlock and John against a wall and held them there. Sam rushed to grab the colt but found it missing.

A man came into view.

"Looking for something?" The man said holding up the colt.

There goes that genius plan. Sherlock and John were both glaring at the man with looks of pure hatred.

"Are you the famous Moriarty then?" Sam asked.

The man cackled. "The one and only!"

Moriarty's eyes flashed yellow.

"Well, you're not what I was expecting."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're not as impressive as you're made out to be."

"Be careful Sammy, I can still snap your neck with a single click of my fingers."

"But you won't." Sam said confidently. "If you were going to kill me you would've done it by now."

"Clever. Look, right now I'm not interested in killing any of you." Seeing the look Sherlock was giving him Moriarty added. "Not even you Sherlock. By the way neat trick faking your own death."

"Cut the crap Moriarty. You're not here to praise Sherlock on commiting a convincing fake suicide. So what are you here for?"

"I just want to make a deal."

"I don't make deals with demons."

"This one won't require your soul Sam. Look heres the deal you side with me and I'll bring Mummy and Jess back from the dead."

John opened his mouth in shock. "You can do that?"

"Yes Johnny boy, I can."

Sam considered the deal. "What about my sister?"

"What about her?"

"If I say yes you have to let her go."

"Let her go? What are you talking about."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

"Can you inform me as to what it is then?"

"Why did you take my sister Moriarty?'

Moriarty looked at Sam in confusion.

"But Sam, I didn't take your sister."

A/N: Yay another cliffhanger :D Where is Deanna? Who took her? Other questions that only I know the answers to!:D R&R