"Now that Mr. Stark isn't listening in; let's get down to the real details of why you are here, Ms. Moretti." He sang out, grinning like a five year old.

My heart beat out of my chest as he slowly placed the gun down on the desk with the barrel pointed right at me. Jim just grinned at me as he sat down and placed his hand back on his spot on the desk folded together.

"No." I bravely spoke up, straighten my position in my chair.

"People who defy me, don't live long to brag about it." Jim exclaimed in a serious tone.

"Yes, but you need me otherwise you would have killed me last night when I found out who you really are." I insisted biting the inside of my cheek.

That comment caused him to lean back in his chair and raise his eyebrows ever so slightly, but it also caused him to pick up the gun.

"You aren't ordinary, you try to be but you just can't be." He judged softly, playing with the gun.

"Why be ordinary?" I questioned shrugging my shoulders, "It's no fun."

He watched me with a frown then pulled out his cell with the other hand, and proceeded to press a button. He placed to the phone to his ear never taking his eyes off of me, then quickly turning his chair to face the window.

"Yes, Come on in. Get her set up with a new phone." His voice drifted over from the chair as he spoke on the phone.

"No. Of Course not." I listened to the one-sided part of the conversation.

"ARE YOU DOUBTING ME?!" His voice screamed out in pure hot rage.

I jumped softly in my chair at the pure volume of angry that he proceeded to shout into the phone.

"Don't waste your time, Daddy isn't a patience man." He sang softly into the phone and then all went silence with a click of a button.

I sat there biting the inside of my cheek looking quickly looking at my watch, which told me I have already been here for over an hour. He turned around in the chair the second I looked up, and the look on his face wasn't a happy one. His eyes burned into my figure as he placed the gun back into the drawer he pulled it from.

"Have a good day, Ms. Moretti." He finally spoke up as the door behind us open with an audible click .

I got pulled to my feet before I could even look over my shoulder to see who entered the room, I frowned and pulled my arm from the man's grip.

"Well, it's been a pleasure, Mr. Moriarty." I spoke up fixing my jacket and glaring slightly at Sebastian, who had been the one grabbing my arm.

He smirked softly, "You'll be hearing from me, Samantha."

As I turned on my hell toward the door, I smirked weakly, "I can't wait, Jim."

The walk out of the building lasted a split second, once my feet hit the sidewalk a phone was slipped into my coat pocket. I frowned up at the building pulling the phone out and taking a look at it, it was the newest model and it was placed in a blue case. The screen already was lit up with a text from the spider; it read softly, 'Nice to finally chat with you. Enjoy your little welcoming gift. ~M'

I glared softly at the text and looked back up at the building then made the stupidest mistake in my life up to that point. I threw the phone in the trash can right next to the door and walked on my way towards the hotel. I wasn't going to be his fucking tool and be the downfall of Sherlock, when he falls I'm going to be standing by his side.

Once I reached the hotel Tony was practically having a stroke and about to call the police to find out where I had gone missing to.

"God Damn it, Sam. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?! You just turned your back to the mastermind criminal of the fucking century." He ranted at me as I sat on his bed fiddling with the Tardis key.

"I know Tony, but I fucking can't do anything about it." I retorted back throwing a pillow at him, and flapping down on to my back, "My hands are now tied; I'm never going to get rid of this man. I'm officially on his list."

Tony sat next to me looking down at me with such concern as if he was my older brother trying to protect me from all the evil out there.

I smiled weakly and took his hand squeezing it tightly, "Tony, I promise I'll be safe."

"No you won't, you'll just run right into danger, Frosty." Tony spoke softly, squeezing my hand back.

I chuckled softly and shoved him sitting up then placing my head softly on his shoulder.

"You don't run away from a fight either, Stark. So I didn't learn from the best teacher…" I spoke in a quiet tone.

"But I did teach you amazing combat skills." He chuckled looking down at me.

"Yeah you did." I nodded laughing at his comment.

We sat in silence for a while until it was about 1 in the afternoon when we both decided we need to eat before we passed out. Like the lazy assholes, we are, we ordered room service and ended up tell stories about the months we spent at Stark Tower. Though by 7 o'clock we decided it was enough for the day, and I had to go back to reality and face the real problems ahead of me.

"Here," Tony said, as he offered me his extra cell, "I need to keep in touch with you somehow."

"Thanks Stark. I'll call you when I get home ok, mom?" I snickered tucking it into my pocket.

"Oh shut up, Frosty. I can keep you here all night if I had the right weapons." Tony threated pointing a finger at me.

"Chocolate Ice-cream and a romantic comedy, my one weakness." I gasped covering my heart trying to hold back my laughter.

"Yeah yeah, now go it's getting late." Tony demanded pushing me softly out of his suite.

"What? I don't even get a hug Stark?" I pouted giving him puppy eyes.

He simple just shook his head and pulled me into a tight embrace, as if he was trying to hug all my problems away.

"I'll see you later, Frosty ok?" He whispered softly letting his true feelings come out in his voice.

"Of course you will. I miss you already." I remarked back with a tiny smile pulling back from his arms.

"Bye Stark." I bid to Tony finally turning away and making my way home to the lonely flat.

The cab ride took at least an hour with London traffic and it didn't help that I had to stop and grab milk. When I got upstairs it was quiet and something wasn't right, I stopped in my tracks only to look up at the windows and see 'Dead man' spray painted on them.

"Oh God." My heart dropped as I took in the two words.

"John! John!" Sherlock's voiced drifted up from down stairs in excitement, as he stomped up the stairs.

"Sherlock!" I turned looking straight at him, "They got him."

Sherlock looked up at the windows and stopped dead in his tracks, after a second of silence he darted over to the bookshelf, pulling out the map book. I followed him over and looked over his shoulder as he opened the map and placed his finger on the hideaway of the Black Lotus, known as the black tramway.