Alright! Well, here we are at my second to last finished chapter (-panics slightly-). Please understand that after all the pre-finished chapters are done, the updates just can't be regular. I wish with all my heart they could be, but I have so so so much I have to do on a daily basis and some days I don't have any time for anything and I wish I could spew out a thousand chapters but I'm sorry, I just can't.

Quick thank you to the guest who reviewed. I'm sorry the chapters are longer- I've never been known for them being long. ^-^'

Now, here's is...

Chapter 11

I'd been tied up for two hours total. I eventually stopping fighting the restraints since the cloth was causing burns across my wrists. Instead, I settled for glaring holes into Jimmy as we flew.

"You know, if you promise not to use such vulgar language or attack me, I'll untie you." His eyes drifted up to meet mine, an amused look in them. "Do we have a deal?"

I snarled and turned my face away. After a moment, I grunted as a way of saying, "Fine."

He removed the gag first, then moving onto my hands and feet, which they had tied to separate arms of the chair and chair legs. When he noticed the burns on my wrists, he growled.

"I'm going to show you five pictures. Tell me which one tied you up and I'll have him killed."

"I won't let you kill anyone else because of me."

His eyes met mine approvingly. "You did figure it out. Although I don't know why you disapprove- I did for you after all. I was avenging you. You mum left, Mrs. Jenkins used her disability to manipulate you into helping her, the little girl took what could have been your family…"

"I don't care about any of that. Everything that happened to me in my past was just- just… It just helped me become who I am. And I wasn't manipulated by Mrs. Jenkins. I helped her because that's what good people do."

"Tsk." He stood as he rolled his eyes. "'Good people'. Isn't it dull?"

"No. It's not. And what about Isaac, huh? He didn't do anything to me."

"No, I suppose not… but I couldn't just let you think that he was the bomber. Oh no, no. I want credit for my work."

"You are sick."

"I'm only human." He told me, referencing one of the first things I told him. "Now, back to our problem with security, I don't rather like people hurting my toys. So, you'll tell me who it was or I kill all of them."

I stood up, trying to help even out the height difference. Sadly, he was still a good fourteen centimeter's taller, but I ignored that. "I did this to myself. The guard tied my wrists just tight enough that I couldn't escape. In my struggle to break free the burns appeared."

"That's what you really want to go with?"

"It's the truth, so yes."

"Fine. I doubt you could lie to me anyway. So you're either telling the truth or you're a practiced liar."

"I don't lie unless I absolutely have to and I'm not furious."

"So you can't lie when you're angry?"

"I can, but the truth hurts."

"Ooh. I might make you into my partner in crime yet."

"Don't count on it."

"Touchy much? Why don't you get some rest and we'll talk some more when you're in a more pleasant mood."

I slumped down into my seat. "Good luck with that."

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The flight had only lasted another half hour. I had kept an angry pout, my back turned to my kidnapper as a way of rebellion. However, every once in a while I'd catch him smirking in amusement via the reflection in the window.

When the plane landed, a security man came from the front and opened the door. The stairs were already being attached.

Jimmy grinned at me as I continued to slouch in my seat. "Oh come on. It won't be that bad."

"Says the man who earned my trust just to kidnap me."

"Alright, little bird. Stop with the moping and get arse over here." The guard said, taking a step forward.

"Harm her and I'll kill you myself."

The man stiffened and forced back a growl. "Yes, sir." He muttered before gently pulling me up.

As I was forced down the steps I asked the guard, "You're the guy from Scotland yard, right? Who didn't want me in there when Sherlock got the phone."

"See you recognize the nickname."

I nodded once. "You knew who I was, huh? What? The arsehole gave you an order to try to stop me from being there when it happened?"

"Rude." Jimmy told me as we got into the sleek, black Jaguar car. I don't know cars well, so I couldn't say the type. It was only a four-seater though.

"I repeat, 'Says the man who earned my trust just to kidnap me.'"

"Come now, you aren't bitter over such a small thing, are you?"

I turned to Jimmy with a disgusted glare. "Yes. I am, actually." Under my breath, I muttered a few choice words about him.

"This is going to be so fun. I can really tell the family correlation between you and Sherlock's pet. Even just look-wise you could pass as his actual daughter, but personality? You're both very sweet. It's no wonder that Sherlock agreed to keep you, too. Though you have your own special twist, don't you? I mean, on the surface you're a normal twelve-almost-thirteen-year-old, but past that? Brilliant enough that even Sherlock was impressed. Beat your elder, too."

"I hope to god I'm the one who pulls the trigger on you." I muttered venomously, my jaw tightened to the point where it hurt.

"Don't get your hopes set too high, there. I have big plans. Don't worry, you're not left out." He did a half shrug. "And if I were to be honest, I'm not keeping you very long. I mostly just need you… Well, you don't need to about that, do you?"

My heart fell to my feet. "Mr. Holmes said that…when he came about Andrew West. How did you…?"

He pointed to himself with his lips curled in and his eyebrows up. "Consulting criminal. I have people who do jobs that the good guys can't do because they're, well, good guys." He gave a nonchalant shrug, his lips back to being pulled in. It was one of those looks that only he could pull off. If I weren't so angry, I'd say he was even adorable in a twisted sense.

"Well, as the bad guy, you won't win. You can cheat. You can lie. You can play games with people. But the one thing you can never do? You can't win. And all the evil you've done and will continue to do will only make your fall that much worse. Because the good guys? They follow the rules only as long as you do. They believe in fair game. If that means bending a rule or two, so be it. But one day… I hope I pull that trigger. You can say all you want that it won't be me… but literal or not, I know it will be."

Really quickly, just an apology for the late posting. I was so tired and just so done yesterday that after putting the chapter into doc manager I forgot to actually post it for you all. My apologies ^-^'