This chapter is short and I'm sorry about the kidnap-ception thing I promise it'll be worth it. THIS IS A NEEDED SORT OF FILLER AND I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. Thanks for all the reviews and follows you people are awesome. Any suggestions or things you'd like to see happen lemme know. Review or PM me.

Clint and Natasha were Jim Moriarty's best team. They could find anyone or anything. Both were trained assassins and knew how to handle close range and long range attacks. The problem with their current mission was that the man they were trying to find used to be on their team. He knew every move, every trick, and every step of the process. He was ten steps ahead of them and they were using all their resources to get this task done.

Deana and Samuel had called in their help because they couldn't afford to fail again, and they knew that these two would help them greatly.

Their boss was the scariest man alive and it would be better to die in the field than fail him and make him angry. Tasha and Clint were assigned to helping Deana and Samuel and had basically taken over the entire mission.

Jim knew they wouldn't fail, and he wouldn't actually get rid of them unless Molly got hurt or he was uncovered.

They were busy trying to catch up with Tom.

Clint was checking all his connections and, using what Tasha liked to call his "bird's eye view", he finally managed to track him down.

Tasha would intercept him while Clint backed her up from afar. She had a very specific skill set that she would use on this bastard when she caught him.

He was last seen in Germany and they both guessed where he'd be heading next.

They both knew his target and his goal and they decided to meet up with him first to try and talk him out of it.

So when he was stepping off the train, with the fifty other people who were getting off with him, Tasha followed slowly and secretly behind him. She had always been the best on the team at blending in.

When they were close enough to the meeting point she quickly got up behind him and grabbed him. She pulled him with her to the far side of the building away from people.

"You bastard." She said and spun him around to face her.

"Tasha." He said with a slight smirk. "Knew you'd catch up to me eventually."

She stood with her arms folded, glaring at him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him in a monotone voice. She refused to give away one emotion to him.

"Now Tasha." He clicked his tongue in a disapproving manner.

"We both know why I'm here. And it's not just for the lovely French people." He raised an eyebrow at her and she shook her head.

"Tom you can't. He'll kill you. I've never seen him so…I don't know. Involved before. Usually he's with a girl one night and she's gone before we can even learn a name." she notes how his hands ball into fists and his jaw sets.

"He seems…better at his job now actually. He has something worth killing for this time. So he sympathizes more with his clients. She's good for him and if you take that away, he'll kill you and everyone else. Just leave him alone."

"Hm how about…no." Tom said with an angry smile.

Tasha unfolded her arms slowly and put them to her sides.

"If you try anything." She took a step closer to him. "I will have to kill you myself." Another step. "Because I owe him my life and my brother's. You know how he saw my talents and took care of our abusive parents so I'd come work for him. I don't see my brother often, but hey, he's safe and Jim knows I won't do anything to betray him because of that fact."

She subtly pressed a button on her phone through her jacket.

"So back off, before you get hurt." Her voice was completely calm and collected.

Tom let out a laugh and she waited for a minute for him to calm down.

"Do you honestly think I'm afraid of you? You're all alone. I called in some favors and Clint is being tied up and left at his post as we speak…"

Tasha's eyes grow wide at that and she quickly grabbed her phone and called his number. No one answered. She grabbed Tom's lapels and shoved him against the wall, holding him up.

"I swear if you hurt him or try and get to Molly Hooper I will rip out your heart with my bare hands!"

Tom smiled and then let out an amused sigh.

"I won't kill Clint. We used to be like brothers you know. And as for Molly Hooper…" Tom grabbed a piece of cloth out of his pocket and shoved it under Tasha's nose. She reacted too slowly and found herself going limp. He caught her, picked her up gently and cradled her in his arms. Walking over to the other side of the building he spoke to her as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

"She's nothing. Once I get rid of her, Jim will see what it's like to not have what he wants most. He'll know what I felt like that night, and you aren't going to be able to do a thing about it."

Tom handed her off to one of his little helpers before turning and walking off in the direction of the Eiffel Tower, his hands in his pockets like nothings had just happened.

When Tasha woke up a half hour later, she was in a different place. She was tied up right next to Clint who was asleep and she cursed loudly.

Using every ounce of strength she had, she broke the bonds that were keeping her there and she winced at the pain felt when she rubbed her wrists.

She undid the ones around her feet and went over to Clint, she undid his and then smacked him a few times.

"Wake up you idiot!"

He stirred and groaned before opening his eyes and looking up at her.

"Not cool Tasha…I was just beaten unconscious."

"Yeah well so was I! We need to get to Jim and Molly before Tom does." She dug into her pocket and found her phone was still there.

Hoping she'd still be alive after this was over she dialed the number and held the phone to her ear.

Molly was regretting not having worn a heavier jacket, because it was very windy and she was very small. Jim had her hand in his and was pulling her quickly with him up to the top of the tower.

"Jim where's the fire?" she asked with a giggle

"Possibly in the building across from us." He responded cheekily and her eyes went wide.

"Jim!" she exclaimed and he laughed at her reaction.

"I'm kidding, love. Come on we're almost there."

She let him pull her faster and when they got to the top, finally, she let out a slight gasp.

"Oh..."

She walked closer to the edge and turned around to look all around.

"It's beautiful." She muttered mostly to herself.

Jim wasn't looking out at the city, he'd seen it before and he could see it again. He was watching her. Her every reaction.

She was so sincere and feeling. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, for the most part, and he certainly lacked the ability to do that. She made him think, made him feel. And that's why he wasn't going to let her go.

His hold on her hand tightened and she looked back at him with a smile. She tugged him forward to stand with her and he complied.

He let go of her hand in favor of wrapping an arm around her waist. She stepped closer to him and rested her head on his chest.

"Thank you for bringing me up here." She said with a content sigh.

"Hmm." He placed his chin on top of her head in response and let himself feel content for a moment.

After a few blissful seconds Jim's phone started vibrating.

Molly backed up a bit so he could get into his suit pocket and grab it.

His arm didn't move from around her, and his eyes were on her face as he answered the call.

"Speak." He said and listened for a few moments.

"You're sure?" he asked and Molly could see his emotions in his eyes. From anger, to confusion, to hatred, to pure unadulterated fury.

"Get to where we discussed and I'll deal with you later." He said and ended the call.

"Jim…is everything alright?" she asked him gently, a worried look in her eyes. He realized she was worried for him and whoever he had been talking to and not for herself like she should be.

This woman.

He just smiled at her, a genuine smile, and kissed her forehead.

"Of course, love. I need to go talk to Sebastian about something. Wait right here for me alright?"

She nodded, and then shivered slightly and he took his jacket off to drape over her.

He had put his phone back in it, just in case.

She watched him walk over to Sebastian, whom she hadn't realized was following them up until just now.

Molly continued to look over the city and she smiled a little bit, tugging Jim's jacket closed in front of her. Sure she'd been kidnapped, but at least it was by the guy she wanted to be dating.

After a few minutes looking at the same view she took a few steps over to the other side so she could see the other side of the city.

Molly waited for another few minutes before looking over to see what was taking Jim so long. Sebastian was no longer standing next to him and he had his eyes locked on her.

She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach and she turned to make her way over to him.

"Jim what's wrong?"

She reached out to take his hand, but pulled it back at the last second because of the anger in his eyes. It scared her a little.

Jim took a step forward, pulled her into his body, and kissed her softly.

"Nothing. Are you done up here? We can go if you'd like."

She nodded a little and tugged on his collar to kiss him again before looking into his eyes.

"There is something wrong, but if you don't want to tell me about it then fine." Her lips quirked up into a small smile.

He couldn't help his smirk as she took his hand and started down the many stairs to the bottom. She could read him very well and he was learning to appreciate that.

As they arrived to the bottom of the tower Molly let go of Jim's hand to tighten her hold on his jacket around her and shivered once more. He went to wrap his arm around her, but Sebastian called out to talk to him before he could.

Molly smiled at him, he quickly kissed her, and waited while he went over to talk to Seb before she turned to look around her some more.

Thirty seconds later she felt someone grabbing her and before she blacked out she called out for Jim.

Jim had taken two steps away from her.

Two steps.

He'd warned Sebastian that Tom was coming, and in that moment she was taken. He whirled around as he heard her scream his name and his anger melted away into concern and absolute fury that anyone would try and take away what was his.

"Sebastian!" Jim hollered as his best friend and most trusted employee took off after them. Jim ran behind him, and saw Molly behind held from behind by the man who had just tried to kill her a few weeks before. He was seeing red and he was screaming at Sebastian to keep going after them. He slowed and reached for his cell phone, only to realize it was in his jacket pocket.

Sebastian was still running after them, but Jim could see Tom shove Molly into a car with who he assumed to be a friend of Tom's.

He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins and the concern for Molly. He didn't like these feelings and the person making him feel them was going to pay.

Sebastian pulled out his gun and started shooting at the wheels of the car, he didn't want to hit a person because that could get Molly hurt. There was a fifteen second period where everything was silent and then Sebastian turned and looked at Jim who he knew was furious.

Five seconds later everything exploded. Jim turned around and punched the nearest thing which luckily was a building and not a person.

Sebastian ran back to his boss, his breathing slightly heavier than usual and he waited for his orders. He knew Jim was thinking and getting to the point where he'd know what he was going to do.

Jim seemed completely calm, completely collected, but Sebastian knew him well enough to know that he was furious.

"Clint and Tasha need to be picked up. Deana and Samuel are back at the office. Get everyone to the conference room. Tell them that they have fifteen minutes before I start shooting them all. Molly Hooper is not going to be gone for long. Tom is now a priority target." Jim turned and started walking to the car where he proceeded to open his door, get in and turn to Sebastian.

"If anything happens to Molly Hooper before we can get to her…" he didn't finish, but Sebastian knew what would happen. Everyone would die and nothing would be safe ever again.

Sebastian nodded and opened his phone to get things moving.

He closed Jim's door for him, barked a few things at the driver, and stalked off in the other direction to get to work.

Everyone was looking for Molly Hooper.

Sherlock Holmes and his sources including Mycroft and all his connections, Jim Moriarty and everyone at his disposal, and she was going to be found alive and well or there would be hell to pay.