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I wake up in a suite. Like something you'd seen on the telly. Whimpering I sit up and hold the clean bandages. My torso is aching, and there is a cut on my forehead which was also bandaged. Ouch. Bruises cover almost my entire body. Brief flashes of me being surrounded under rubble popped into my head, I'd heard it crunching around me as someone called my name. My forearms ached from where I had protected my head. But Sebastian had blocked me, I think.
"Sebastian. Sebastian!" I scream. No one answers and I think I'm alone until the door opens hesitantly.
"What?" He grunts, his voice croaky. He has a black eye and split lip and a brace on his arm. Why is he so annoyed? Oh, the arm that he has injured is the one he uses to shoot his rifle, he must feel vulnerable with it injured.
"You're okay?" I ask, struggling to sit up. He comes into the room, shutting the door behind him.
"You nearly killed us all." Sebastian's voice was withheld anger. I fixed a glare to him, my lips pulled taunt.
"Although I have some skill in explosives, I don't think I'm nearly proficient enough to detonate an entire airport. However, I do appreciate the high regard for my personal talents." The sarcasm in my voice was dripping. Moriarty detonated the bombs, he should be angry with him! Sebastian ran his hand through short wheat colored hair. The room was silent for a few seconds as he paced.
"It was a really stupid thing to do." Sebastian said lowly. It stung his tone of voice. Reminded me of when John was so angry at me he couldn't even yell. I duck my head.
"John and Sherlock-" I ask. Blue eyes glance at me for a moment.
"Alive, still looking for you. Moriarty is having them run all over the city solving crimes he sets up." Sebastian sat down on the edge of the bed. Again it was silent. I toyed with the edge of the expensive looking comforter. I was sitting in the center of the massive bed. I didn't even know they made mattresses so large.
"I didn't mean for you to get hurt. I'm a prisoner here, it's only natural I would try and escape." I say. He looks away.
"Don't start something you can't finish. You might loose something important to you." Sebastian warned, leaving the room.
'Private Detective Sherlock Holmes and his assistant John Watson have been granted citizenship awards for bringing down more then thirty crimes in the last three months.'
'Mr. Holmes! What is spurring this sudden shift back into the spotlight?' A reporter babbled. Sherlock's intense eyes focused on her for a moment, deducing.
'Something that belongs to me has been stolen, I want it back.'
'What has captured Britain's favorite sleuth's attention, he doesn't seem to be willing to offer any more details on the matter. But he assures us that he intends to find this stolen object very soon.' The reporter finished. I stared at John's tired face on the screen, he looked worried. He pushed people away as they got too close to Sherlock, as protective as ever. Sherlock seemed indifferent, not even bothered by the attention. He seemed so faraway.
"Scarlett." Sebastian called suddenly. I snapped my face up, warm tears were sitting in my eyes. Quickly blinking them back I remove my fingers from the TV screen. I'd been touching their faces like a pitiful child.
"Are you ready?" Sebastian asks. My seventeenth birthday was two weeks ago. Moriarty had sent me a cake. It had been terrible.
"Yes." I answer, smoothing the form fitting black dress. My breasts are pushed out and my hair curled loosely. I have light makeup on, other than the vibrant red lipstick, matching the red heels. I allow Sebastian to escort me to the jet. Within thee hours I'm in a new city somewhere I don't know. I'm led downstairs to a room full of men.
"Good evening, miss." A man blurts. Annoying. I ignore him, taking a seat at the head of the table.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." I say, my tone curt and border line dull. I cross my legs and flash a smile to the room full of men twice my age. Some are mob bosses, others working for criminal cells, a few are even rouge agents.
"We're in need of a new strategy gentlemen. It seems that twenty eight idiots still can't get a job done, no matter how simple." I say, inspecting the red nail polish lavished on the tiny bed of nails on the tips of my fingers. I glance at the body guards surrounding the room. Black is a large African-American man who had gold teeth, he's ridiculously good at reading peoples motives. Tech is a hacker who follows me around in case a building is shut down and I'm stuck inside, he's the one who can override the system and get me out. Sebastian is called Snipe in public, Moriarty likes his employees to have aliases. Seb is the head body guard of course. Another man who I don't know as well as the others wears an all black suit, head to toe covered. They call him X, but he seems to be another mercenary Jim hired to protect me. He's known to do the dirty work for Jim.
"... the man can be assassinated as soon as your put on your lipstick in the crowd." A man finished his idea. It was clever, no way they could prove it was me. I lean back in my chair.
"You expect me to walk into the center of a crowd while the president of Somalia gives his speech and you have a gun aimed at my head? I don't think so. We were hired to kill this man yesterday, but he's still alive. Do you know how that makes me look?" I ask. The man was actually supposed to be dead by this weekend, but I like to keep ahead of schedule. The President was a peaceful man, reforming his country for the greater good. He had just brought down a dictator, but they were still at odds. His death would send their country back into the pits of hell, and I would be the one to deliver them.
"Miss." A baritone voice murmured in my ear. Black? He rarely spoke.
"What?" I asked, the men were discussing.
"The man with the orange tie at the end of the table, he's a spy." Black said, his heavy lidded eyes blinking dully. His American accent with a heavy southern drawl.
"Then take care of it." I sigh. He nods, and the spy vanishes while I snap to get the others attention.
"One of my men will kill the President, I need three men in the crowd. All at these vantage points, then I want one of you at least to infiltrate his office and get the documents we discussed. It's going to be over ninety degrees out, I want another man to be working for a news crew and then faint. This will draw enough attention without having them shuffle the president offstage. That is when my man will take the hit, then we get out of there." I inform.
"By we you mean our five men, and your single one?" A middle aged man challenged. I raise an eyebrow. Sebastian stiffens at my side.
"And here I thought I was being courteous offering my second best sniper." I toss back, the man backs down. X will do the hit, Sebastian has been mostly reassigned to be my bodyguard since his injured arm.
"I'm fine with it." A man starts out shakily. I smirk at him, steeping my fingers beneath my lips like I'd seen my father do a thousand times.
"Does anyone have any objections?" I ask, my tone amused. These men are idiots, all of them. Jim needs them for resources, most will provide information while the other men provide thugs. They cover Moriarty's ass while doing all the dirty work. They even pay him. Well, me now.
"Good." I say, standing. I feel the stares on my back, something that has been happening even more often now that I've been assigned a makeup artist and wardrobe assistant from Jim.
"Um, one last thing miss." A man peeps sheepishly. I look over my shoulder with a stern frown. Sebastian's looming over my shoulder like a large protective shadow.
"I was under the impression that you where a man," He started. When I raised an eyebrow at him, he flushed a bright red and began stuttering.
"No, no! I mean it's obvious that you aren't a man, I mean you have a lot of curves! I didn't mean to suggest you were a transvestite, cause' you're obviously not-" X picked up the bumbling idiot by the collar while Tech snorted, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Spit it out." Tech said, his nasally voice annoyed. He was more impatient than even me. His floppy blonde hair hung over his eyes, parted down the center in a way that reminded me of Anderson, but a far cuter version.
"I always thought that Moriarty was a man!" The moron scrambled to answer. I placed a hand on my hip and laughed.
"Well, maybe if you're lucky I can prove you just how wrong you are." I wink, he swallows thickly and I leave the room. X throws him into a chair, Tech and Black both following me out.
"You're doing a fabulous job of playing me." Moriarty sang, sitting on the edge of his desk. I look out the window with a sigh.
"You've taken over nearly half the business, you attend all my important meetings in my place, and you even have the loyalty of my most wild employees." Moriarty hums.
"Probably because I treat them like humans, rather than freak shows." I mutter. He continues, not even pausing.
"My business is booming. I'm raking in money, and your father can barely keep up with all your brilliant schemes. You were born to be bad, my dear." He chuckles leaning in close to me. I tap my nails on my thigh. Tedious. I wish Tech was here to make a snarky comment, or dry joke. Or Black to ask if I needed anything in his subdued voice. X to just stand there silently, but encouragingly protective. Sebastian was the only one left who still belonged to Jim. Sebastian adored Jim.
"I want this to end. This couldn't have been your plan, to bully me here with threats and attention grabbing stunts. You have to have a reason." I say, uncrossing then recrossing my legs when it draws his attention to my thighs peeking from beneath the short blue and black dress.
"To be honest, I'd planned on killing you. I'd wanted to allow Sherlock to see how his daughter betrayed him and then have him watch while you were killed. But that seems so pedestrian now, you're the obvious prize." He sighs, giving me a syrupy look. I ignore his dramatic speech.
"All the thefts? Stealing Big Ben's clock hand? Writing my name on the bridge? What was it all for?" I ask. Moriarty frowns at me, he's not pleased that I haven't figured it out. He's even more demanding of my intellect than my father.
"Those had nothing to do with you. I was testing a new recruit is all, seeing if he was as good as he said he was. I wanted to see if you would fall for it. But that isn't important, what is important is that you keep up the good work." He smiles, it's oddly cute. Moriarty is an evil, vile human being. But the charm that sometimes slides through when he isn't being a complete psycho is strange.
"And if I don't?" I ask, looking to the outside world. Some pigeons fly across the vast window. He groans, as if I've said something especially boring. Which I have, because I already know the truth.
"Then I'll kill Sherlock and John." He drones, flopping back onto his desk as if I sucked the life from him. Standing I exit his office as he begins to rant.
God this was boring. The stylist Moriarty had hired for me was insisting we go out shopping for new dresses. She liked them tight, short, and simple. But today we needed a long dress, I was attending the Dictator's banquet with Moriarty. He informed me to get a lavender dress so I could match his tie. The thought was so humiliating I almost blushed in front of him, which would have been the biggest mistake. Ever.
"I love this, it has the whole greek goddess feel." Sas said, despite me practically replacing Moriarty in nearly all of his departments, he still insisted I didn't know the employees names. Like my other staff members, Moriarty had given her a ridiculous title. Sas was short for 'Shoes and stuff'.
"I hate mythology, it's irrelevant." I grunt. She rolls her eyes and shoves me into the dressing room, stripping me rapidly. Sebastian is sitting outside, looking very uncomfortable in a woman's store.
"Do you hate everything that isn't numbers and science?" Sas asks, smiling at me prettily. I scowl as she struggles to fit the dress over my breasts, then hitting another road block at my wide hips.
"It's supposed to hug your curves." She assures. I glare at her through my hair.
"Yes, and 'hugging' isn't the same as gorging flesh into a sleeve of cloth like dough into a can." I hiss. She roars with laughter and I inhale sharply before pulling down the dress. It does fit, once getting over the a few large bumps. It's a lovely dress, with a classic feel to it. It's sleeves are twisted ropes over my shoulders , while the cloth drapes down the sides of my ribs to show nearly my entire back. The light cloth picks up again right above my rear. Ribbon is laced like 'X's' down the back, reminding me of a ballerina shoe. It hangs to the ground in a puddle of fabric.
"You look stunning." She sighs, lifting my hair off my shoulders. I shrug. Don't care really. It is a pretty dress, but it would look better on someone without curves. I step out into the store.
"Sebastian?" I call. He looks up from where he was examining a narrow stiletto heel, probably wondering if he could double it as a weapon. His eyes widen a fraction.
"Nice." He says curtly, ducking his head once again to examine the shoes. I go to the store window, spinning once and raising my thumbs and then dropping them down. 'Yes or No?'. A sniper light flashes on my chest once and I smile. 'Yes.' from X. Black and Tech where accompanying Moriarty on a trip he had before the banquet.
"Three yes's, bag it up." I order, shimming halfway out of the dress before I reach the dressing room. Sebastian gives a squawk of disapproval and I laugh.
"I miss you ..." I say into the phone. It's stupid but I've been calling Kier's phone nightly, leaving messages on the machine I know he'll never receive them. Moriarty won't tell me what he did with him. Not having Kier with me is like missing a piece of myself.
"Our fight was stupid." I say into the silence. It had been. Stupid that is. If Kier wanted to call me his 'girlfriend' what did I care? As long as he stuck around. I didn't even mind the kissing.
"I wish ..." I hang up the phone, dropping it beside me. The message machine is like my audio diary. I've been confiding into it nightly. I hear Sebastian's heavy footfalls outside of my door, taking up his nightly post. Black had left barely three minutes ago switching off. I open the door, pulling him inside.
"I want to- X?" I frown. The man stands stiffly. He's wearing his all black suit, reminding me of a ninja. He even has on gloves.
"Sorry, I thought you were Sebastian. The man shrugs, ducking his head meekly. We're silent for a moment as I examine his costume. Not even Tech had seen his face, rumor was it he had been brutally burned. The suit protected him from skin infections.
"It has to get hot in there, let me see your face." I say playfully. X steps away. He's a tall man, looming over me with a thick boxy build. He never speaks. Ever.
"I'm practically your boss, I should see whose standing outside of my door every night." I say, he steps back outside and I slam the door.
"Tell me when Sebastian comes!" I shout. He doesn't reply.
"How do you not understand? Should I try and alter my brilliant equations into addition and subtraction for your tiny little mind to comprehend!" Tech screeched. I laid a hand on his shoulder, frowning at him.
"Tech, you can't yell at the engineers because they don't understand your scribbles." I say glancing at the man who was huffily redrawing the weapon he and Tech were working on building for Moriarty. It was a fascinating twists of metal and would surely bring devastation to millions if Jim sold it to the military like he planned too.
"Scribbles? Scribbles! You of all people should understand my frustration with having to work with stupid people!" Tech's voice raised towards the end of the sentence so the engineer could hear. The man glared at him. I hook a finger under his chin and his scrawny shoulders tighten, he glanced down at me. His body wiry and tall.
"Can you work with him, for me?" I ask in my best sultry voice. Tech hesitates before nodding. It's something one of the many classes Moriarty forces me to attend taught me. Using my 'womanly' charms.
"Fine, but don't expect it to be finished anytime this century." Tech grunts. I flash him a smile as I head to the door.
"I need it done in a month." I call over my shoulder, his mouth falls open and his eyes go wide.
"Miss Moriarty!" He protests as the door shuts behind me. Outside Black and X are waiting. I nod to Black and glare at X. He is supposed to be filling in for Sebastian, which I do not like at all. Sebastian reminds me of Kier enough that it helps ebb the loneliness. Plus I like his company.
"Where is Sebastian?" I demand. Neither answer. I stomp down the hallway, only to find Moriarty's door locked. I bang my knuckles on it.
"Jim, open up!" I yell. There's no noise inside, probably because every room is sound proof. It takes a few minutes of my beating but finally it opens up. Sebastian looks down at me, his hair messed up and his lips swollen.
"Oh." I say taking a step back. Sebastian's cheeks go pink while Jim spins in his chair behind his desk.
"I told you she would know right away!" Moriarty giggles.
"What do you need?" Sebastian mutters. I glare up at him, the big idiot.
"Nothing, you can go back and bend over the desk for your boss." I spit. His eyes narrow dangerously. Moriarty is laughing from behind.
"I'm actually the one who bends ov-"
"Shut up Jim." Both me and Sebastian snap. Moriarty giggles into his hand.
"You better watch your mouth." Sebastian says, standing at his full height to try and intimidate me. It sort of works, seeing as he is nearly two feet taller then myself.
"Or what? You can't snipe me with your arm like tha-" He moves to grab my me, probably to shake me a bit. X moves so quickly he's like a blur. X has to be some monk from Asia who had special ninja training. He blocks Sebastian easily, they engage in a glaring contest.
"Sebastian is mine. If you don't like X then I can give you a new bodyguard." Moriarty says, coming to Sebastian's side. Black is lurking behind the group. He's nervous, he dislikes being too close to Moriarty, with good reason. I don't answer so Moriarty continues.
"You like Sebastian because he reminds you of your little boyfriend, doesn't he? I can get your a replacement for the boy." Moriarty leers, grinning widely. I glare at him and step back from X and Sebastian who are still both glaring at each other.
"The only person I want is Kier." I snap. Jim's eyes go enormous and he doubles over in a fit of laughter. I don't know why he finds that so funny but it irks me and I stomp away. Black and X follow close behind.
"How could you not know Sebastian was sticking it up Moriarty's-" I cut Tech off.
"I never say them like that. I thought they were just friends." I smolder. I missed Sebastian. I'm sure it was part of Moriarty's plan to let me form a bond with someone here and then rip them away, as if Kier and my parents weren't enough.
"Moriarty practically molests him in public." Tech mutters, igniting the blow torch and melting the metal together.
"Yeah well, he's like that with me too. I thought he was touchy and needy with everyone." I comment. Tech looks up from behind his goggles, eyes confused.
"He can barely stand even being in the same room as people. I've never seen him act like that. More like ruthless and fruity as all hell- Hey boss!" Tech yelped. Moriarty ignored him as he entered the room. Sebastian close behind.
"You have a meeting in twenty minutes, why aren't you dressed?" Moriarty asked, tapping his foot impatiently. This was strange, usually the small man had someone else come and drag me to his office.
"I'm not going." I say. His slim eyebrows raise in surprise before narrowing in irritation.
"Did you forget our deal?" He asks, trying to keep his temper in check. I lean back on the work table. He eyes my bust appreciatively. For a gay guy he sure inspects my body religiously.
"I want to know where Kier is. Now." I demand. It's best to be direct with Jim, even if he is a bomb waiting to explode if you even word one sentence wrong. I've noticed he isn't as ... fragile with me. Sometimes he throws fits for the smallest things if other people are involved. It's why he sends me to do his business, he's not very good at keeping his temper.
"He'd dead." Moriarty smiles. I inhale sharply and slowly look to Sebastian. God what a stupid joke. He had to be joking. Right? My stomach knotted so tightly I thought I might vomit. The blonde gives me a sad small nod, and it's all I need to know he isn't lying.
"But-" Dead? Just like that? It couldn't be. Kier was so important to me, his death should at least be climactic. Maybe dying in my arms or being shot by a bad guy. But learning like this? From the mouth of my captor? I shake my head and stumble back, knocking over some of Tech's equipment. Black holds me up, his solid body easily supporting mine.
"Sugar bun-" He drawls, his soft southern accent worried. I realize warm tears are streaming down my face but the humiliation is nothing compared to the pain. Moriarty seems giddy. He'd been trying to make me cry for awhile now.
"How?" A violent sob racks my body, I pull away from black hatefully. I don't want anyone to touch me. Tech and X are standing silently in the corner of the lab. It hurts so so much. I want to go in my room and cry. I want to let out big wailing screams until someone tells me it was a joke and he was working under a car, or watching football on the couch with John, or sitting at the kitchen table and asking my dad questions about his work. Anything but this. Please no.
"I killed him so I could see your reaction." Moriarty shrugged daintily. I looked at Black who bite his lip. Jim wasn't lying. Black could read anyone. Kier was dead. I smother my face in agony.
