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"Thomas?"
Kylie's heart froze and sank immediately as she barely registered her coffee cup slipping out of her grasp and shattering on the floor.
He had found her.
He had her father.
How? Her father had arrived in America yesterday… he had texted her…
texted….
…he never texted…
He had her Dad… the bastard had her Dad..
"You miss me sweetheart?" Thomas cooed on the other end of the line. She could practically hear him smirking.
"Not a chance in hell you son of a bitch," Kylie said as her voice began trembling, her fists clenching as well, "What have you done with my Dad?"
Thomas chuckled, "Oh Kales. Its so sweet how much you care for Daddy dearest…"
"Where the hell is my father, Thomas?"
"Daddy's fine for now gorgeous," he told her, "I just wanted to hear your voice. See how you've been."
"So you kidnapped my father to use his cell phone to call me?"
"You always did think the worst of me Kales," he sighed, "I just wanted to talk to you."
"I swear to God, Thomas," she told him through gritted teeth, "if you harm a hair on his head.."
"You'll what?" Thomas asked laughing at her, "Track me down like you do the killers of your precious murder victims?" He paused, "Then again, that means you'll come to me then wont you?"
"I will find you and put a bullet in your head, you sick son of a bitch."
"Oooh, dirty talk. You do know how to turn me on. You know what else turned me on? Seeing the life drain out of your eyes as I…"
"SHUT UP!" Kylie yelled struggling to keep herself together as the images kept flashing back in her mind.
Thomas laughed even more, "You always were a firecracker. That's why I was so attracted to you. Nothing like the rush of trying to contain a tiger."
"What the hell do you want from me?"
"Oh, I want many MANY things Kales."
"Does that include killing innocent people and posing them as fairy tale characters?"
"I thought you had forgotten about me. You left without saying goodbye."
"You should have thought about that before you went off your rocker."
"Careful, you are turning me on Kales. Its been six months since I've had that body of yours… and dear LORD I have missed it."
Her body stiffened in rage as she fought the urge to vomit.
"I swear to God, Thomas…"
"Ooh, getting mad now are you? About time. I always preferred it when you fought back. Just like the night I last saw you…"
"Don't you fucking come near me, Thomas."
"I will have you Kales," Thomas told her in a quiet and dangerous voice, "Tell you brand new boyfriend, that Jim Moriarty sends his regards. By the way, that thing you did this morning, was completely hot, granted, it would be better if you had been naked and going at him, but I'll take what I can get before I have you again."
The line went dead as Kylie slowly lowered the phone from her ear in shock of what she had just heard.
He was watching her. He had seen her this morning with Sherlock. It had been innocent kissing, but the fact that Thomas had seen them made her want to wash her entire body in hand sanitizer.
He was watching her.
He had her father.
"Kylie?"
She turned around to face them, tears running down her face as she looked at them, shaking violently.
"I- I…"
She looked down at her phone once more before she began dialing a number with a shaking hand.
"Kylie?" Sherlock asked once more as he got up and slowly approached her.
She ran a hand through her hair as she lifted the phone to her ear, praying that someone would answer.
"Kylie," he said more firmly, trying to get her to look at him.
"Tony!" she said into the phone, ignoring Sherlock and nearly going into a panic attack, "Tony, may Dad. I think… I think he's in trouble…."
She trailed off for a moment as she shut her eyes in what looked like relief.
"He's with you? No, no I'm fine… No! please don't tell him I called. Just promise me you'll keep an eye on him…. Nothing is going on Tony, I promise," she argued as her voice shook, emotions on the edge of spilling over.
"I'm fine. Just look after my Dad, okay? I- I got to go," Kylie said as she tired to hang up the phone with a shaking hand as she tried to hold in her stress and sobs.
She wiped her eyes as she attempted to calm herself.
"Father of mine…"
Her father. Tony must have told her Dad.
She pressed ignore and turned off her phone.
"Kylie," John asked slowly, "You okay?"
She shut her eyes and turned around to face the group, "Moriarty sends his regards," she told them quietly as she stared at her phone in shock.
Silence.
"Are you okay though?" John asked once more.
"Yeah, I'm dandy, John," Kylie said as her emotions and anger at the situation spilled over the edge, her voice shaking, "Just dandy. I have a psychotic ex boyfriend who is killing people to get my attention, which is why he left a dead girl in my flat. He wants to hunt me down and rape me again all the while he is working with a criminal mastermind. Oh, yeah, and he threatened my father. So yeah, John, all in all. I just fucking great."
The group was silent.
She sat down in one of the chairs, shutting her eyes and dropping her head in her hands, trying to compose herself.
What in the hell was she going to do?
She jumped and flinched as she felt someone touch her. She looked up with wide eyes, seeing Sherlock kneeling in front of her at eye level, his hands in the air, looking at her warily.
She let out a breath as she tried to calm herself once more. He hesitantly reached out and gently grabbed her hand.
"We'll get him Ky," he told her, attempting to reassure her.
She smiled at him as she turned her hand and intertwined her fingers with his as she looked into his eyes, "I hope so."
They held their gaze for a moment before Sherlock's phone beeped at them. he gave her one last look before he stood up and pulled his phone out of his jacket, glancing at the message from an unknown number.
Come out and play…
Bart's morgue.
Midnight.
Bring your girlfriend.
-JM
LIke I said, short… sorry guys.
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