Gone?

"Oh my God." Kitty turned in a circle as she tried to work out where Moriarty had taken her friend. Curling her hands into fists she made herself concentrate on finding the man she considered a brother as the police, Marcus and Joan looked on.

"A clue." She whispered. "Oh cmon, all we need is one sodding clue."

"And we have it." Gregson called. Kitty turned to face him; glancing at Joan she could see the older woman was as angry as she was.

"What?" Joan asked as she joined them. Her arms crossed against her chest Gregson couldn't help but feel for her. She had been against Sherlock meeting with Moriarty from the start. Now her suspicions had been proved right and she was clearly furious.

"Drag marks. Look." He nodded to the undergrowth.

"Sherlock is what?" Kitty paused. "Six feet? Six feet two?"

"1.8meters."

"Ok, in English that's six feet tall." Kitty narrowed her eyes as she followed the drag marks. "Moriarty is a couple of inches taller than I am. Heavier too but heavy enough to drag a six foot bloke, weighing what? Twelve stone of solid muscle? I don't think so."

"So she had help?" Marcus asked.

"Either that or she's on steroids." Kitty walked back to the van. Marcus squeezed Joan's arm before following her.

"You buy that?" Gregson asked. Joan shrugged.

"Sherlock taught her. She's good. Deductive reasoning is his thing."

"She's pretty good. You are too. And you know him better than any of us. Would he go with her of his own accord?"

Joan looked stricken. She had been frightened he would do just that. Nodding once she bit her lip.

"Only if he thought he was saving someone else from her."

"You?" Gregson spoke calmly. "Do you think he may have gone with her to protect you?" He rested a hand on her shoulder. Joan narrowed her eyes.

"Maybe, but explain the drag marks." She turned, staring out over the graveyard. Her guts twisted at the thought Moriarty had taken her best friend, her housemate and so much more. She blinked back a tear. She'd find him. She promised herself she would find him.

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Sherlock opened his eyes. His head hurt and he was suddenly aware that he was tied up. Cable ties cut into his wrists as he glared at the tattooed skin there. He was determined not to make a sound, Moriarty would want that. He kept reminding himself that Irene Adler was dead, the woman that inhabited her body was not the woman he fell in love with. She was not the woman he had slept alongside so many nights. She was a criminal. An evil, manipulative killer who was probably enjoying every second of his incarceration. Glaring ahead he began to think about his situation. He knew Joan would be looking for him, as would Gregson and Bell but he hoped he'd get to them first. Staying where he was clearly wasn't a viable option.

"Hello Lover."

"Thought you were here somewhere."

"Now, now. No need to be petulant. It doesn't suit you."

"Being tied at the wrists doesn't particularly suit me either."

"Oh I don't know. Ever read 50 Shades?"

"What? No! Of course not."

"Shame."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Haven't you worked it out yet?" She sat in front of him, smiling sweetly. Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"Whatever potion you stuck in my arm has affected my cognitive function. Humour me." He spat. Moriarty tilted her head to the side, regarding him the way a rattlesnake would regard its prey.

"Ketamine, rohypnol and a darling little dash of heroin."

"Heroin?" He tilted his head back. She knew his every weakness, he shouldn't have been surprised.

"Crude but effective."

"Like you."

"Oh you remember. Now, you think this is all to do with some nasty little plan of mine to gain something? Well, you're right. I want something. You."

"You have my attention." He glared at her. "You killed two innocent people. That got my attention."

"I am going to kill you." She sighed. "You are my one weakness, my love. I can't have any weakness. You have to go."

"Then why am I not dead yet?"

"All in good time. I did think about killing Joan but I feared that wouldn't get rid of you." She stood up sharply, crossing to him. He held her gaze as she plunged another needle in his upper arm. He tensed for a moment before passing out. The blonde got to her feet bent forward, kissing him gently she muttered "Sweet dreams."

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