Own Nothing.
Ten:
She laid there on the floor, barely breathing, the soft air blowing out from her lungs, tickled her lips as she exhaled, her eyes trailing the ceiling, trying to figure out where she was. She could barely remember much these last few days, she was picked up from the train station by a man in a suit. She didn't know him, but she was asked to come to London from Scotland where she works and lives to help with a problem. He had heard about her through a friend who works for the Ministry and he needed her help with a problem, one he would not say.
So there she was, riding in the back of the car with him, he started coughing, covering his mouth and she had thought nothing of it. She handed him her handkerchief, allowing him to use it, then he pushed a button, gas filled the back of the car. He was protected with his mouth covered, but she was not.
She began coughing, her lungs seemed to be filled with water as she tried to remain awake, she glanced at him, seeing him smirk as the gas began to die down, by then she was already out. "Welcome to London Dr. Granger."
The next thing she knew, she was in this room, on the floor looking up at him. "I'm so happy to see you awake Miss Granger, you had me real worried." He gave a charming smile. "You see, I need you, if Sherlock and his little pet are out of my way, then I can go unnoticed and you just happen to be an old lover to his pet." His smile turned to a smirk, then a frown. "Oh, you have know idea do you? You don't even know what is going on, well this should be fun."
He slipped a device in her hand. "In this phone," She rubbed her fingers lightly over it, it was an iphone. "Is one number, you call it everyday, as many times as you want, but each time you do, you count down from ten. Each time your time gets longer, but your life gets shorter. When you reach one, you die." He gave a small laugh. "This will be a fun game."
"Who are you?" She asked in a hoarse whisper, her throat dried, her chest hurt.
"Oh, I probably should've told you the best part. I had gassed you with an experimental gas chemical my friends and I testing out. You're the perfect little Lab rat, so eager to live, you'll fight for your life even if it kills you in the end." She watched as he kneel down to her level, his face touching her's. She could feel his lips brushing her cheek as he whispered into her ear. "He and his doctor think they're so clever, always escaping my traps, my attempts to kill them, but you, you are a damsel tied down to a rail road. no chance to escape, not even your magic can help you." He chuckled. "If I didn't have to rid of Sherlock and his friend, I would very much like to get to know you better, we probably could've been friends, geniuses like us."
"Who are you?" Her voice was hoarse, her throat hurt like the own air from her lungs was cutting it.
"Moriarty." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Must be off now." He stood and then he left.