A couple days later, and Thomas Magnussen finally arrived for the deal.

Unknowing to him, a total of nine people were waiting for him in the small flat, eight armed and ready to scare the living daylights out of him.

With guns around the house, they all looked like they were part of the mafia, except for Charlotte of course, who had her arms crossed, truly unimpressed.

But who looked the part most of all surprisingly was none other than Ms. Hudson, whose grin she could not hide and eyes that looked as though she was having a flashback.

As he walked in, Charlotte went up immediately.

"Hey! Wait where are you-"

"I didn't agree to this," Charlotte replied quickly, clearly annoyed, "you all did. So I'm out."

"Wait but I need your-"

And then the door slammed.

Thomas turned to see all the faces, realizing this may be more difficult than he thought.

Meanwhile, as she went down the stairs, Charlotte was deciding where to go.

She decided that a walk around the city would be fun, so she did just that.

As she was window shopping, she saw the glowing lights reveal beautiful gowns and outfits for the winter. But none caught her eye until she saw the public art gallery.

Not currently inhabited by anyone except one person, she figured she would be safe despite the lack of security cameras.

Char walked in quietly, trying not to disturb the one person in there until-

"Oh helllooooooo," a familiar voice echoed throughout the practically empty gallery, "pleasure to see you again!"

She stopped in her tracks as the door slowly closed.

"Come! Sit," he exclaimed as he hopped to the bench sitting in the middle of the gallery.

She carefully did, fully knowing who this person was.

"Hello Jim."

"Oh no more uncle," he asked, making a sarcastic surprised face, "I thought we were family."

She tried to sound calm and composed despite the fact that the world's biggest evil mastermind was in the same room as she was.

"But families fall out don't they," he continued, forming a frown on his face, "even yours."

"You know Charlotte. I can't keep Sherlock happy too long. He'll get carried away."

She continued to not look at him, but instead at the water colors on the wall she was facing.

"Which is why we need to make a deal," he said grinning, "and we'll pinky promise like we should of done before."

"And if I don't agree? What? You'll kill me? You'll kill everyone? Boring."

"I don't have many options here," he whispered putting his face really close to her ear.

"Fine."

He grinned.