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John walked back into the flat from the store, hauling the bags up the stairs, only to find Sherlock and Kylie sitting on the couch, staring at the wall of photos they had made over the fireplace.

John paused and furrowed his eyebrows at the pair. Something had happened… Sherlock hadn't returned to the flat last night… they always were in 221B… always…

Not to mention the fact that they shifted slyly apart as John walked into the flat.

Something had definitely happened….

Kylie awkwardly turned her head as she felt John staring that the pair of them.

"Hey John," she said strangely.

John just kept staring.

"Do we have something on our faces?" Kylie asked, implying that he was staring at them.

John narrowed his eyes as he looked between the two of them.

"Did you two…?" he began to ask before Kylie began to glare at him as Sherlock turned to look at him as well.

"Never mind," John quickly backtracked before he walked into the kitchen and began unloading the bags.

Kylie and Sherlock turned back to the photos as John began making a bit of noise in the kitchen as he put his purchases away.

"Why bring this all up?" Kylie asked Sherlock quietly after a moment, "Why would Thomas try to draw us out, while Moriarty is telling us to back off? I don't get it."

"Its too neat," Sherlock said as he put his hands together in front of his face as he leaned back into the couch.

"Neat?" Kylie asked in blatant shock, "How is this neat?"

"It's a game. With Moriarty, its always a game. But the game is too easy. The answer is too obvious…"

Kylie looked at Sherlock as if he had lost his mind, before she turned and looked at John who had poked his head out of the kitchen, staring at Sherlock in confusion as well.

"Obvious?" Kylie asked, "How in the hell is it obvious?"

Sherlock turned to look at Kylie and John as if they were joking, causing John to sigh loudly.

"He's doing it again."

Sherlock frowned, "Doing what again?"

"Your face," John commented.

Sherlock looked at him strangely, "Why its my face?"

"No, you are doing 'the look' and making assumptions that we all know what is going on here," John told him.

"We all do know what is going on here."

"No, Kylie and I don't, which is why I find the 'the look' so annoying."

"Its obvious"

"No, its not," Kylie imputed, "So why don't you explain it?"

Sherlock gaped at them for a moment.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. Apparently we are both idiots," Kylie said sarcastically.

"There's something going on, something that we haven't figured out…." Sherlock said as he stared at the photos once more.

"That's what's so obvious that we missed?" John gaped, "We figure out that Thomas is a psychopath working for Moriarty. That Moriarty, was behind the death of Kylie's family, whom were killed with a Mercury rifle and now Thomas is killing people with clues based on that… what haven't we figured out?"

"No, what you missed is that Moriarty is not working alone."

"Yeah, with Thomas," Kylie said in astonishment, "Seriously, and we are oblivious?"

"NO!" Sherlock sighed, running a hand over his face, "Its too neat for Moriarty to just be working with Thomas. He's too smart, and this game isn't like him."

"Thomas is smart too. This could all definitely be him," Kylie pointed out, "He had me fooled for years."

"That's because you were stupid enough to fall in love with him," Sherlock dismissed.

"Sherlock!" John chastised as Kylie glared at the ground in hurt.

"Love is a dangerous disadvantage that causes you to overlook simple things and miss that the man you are living with is a psychopathic mass murder," Sherlock said simply.

"Seriously, you don't have to be a complete dick," John told him as he walked into the living room.

"WHAT IF…!" Kylie started trying to control her hurt and anger with the situation, "What if this whole master plan, wasn't Moriarty?"

"You think its Thomas?" John asked.

"Yeah, I mean who says it has to be Moriarty?" Kylie asked, "It could definitely be Thomas who set this all up. Its been him with the fairy tale murders, all that Moriarty did is set up a meet."

"You think Thomas may be trying to usurp Moriarty?" John asked.

"I mean, I wouldn't put it past him. He essentially screwed over the CIA and they didn't find out until he was well out of their reach."

"Moriarty isn't as stupid as your government or you, he would have seen a take over from a mile away," Sherlock told her.

"Okay I was an idiot. I get that," Kylie said angrily, "Can we drop the fact that my ex-boyfriend is a mass murderer?"

"Why? It's a fact," Sherlock told her.

Kylie glared at him for a moment before standing up and storming out of the flat.

John sighed and put his head in his hands as he heard the door to the flat down stairs open, and then slam shut.

"Where is she going?" Sherlock asked sincerely, "We have work to do."

John sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as Sherlock looked at the door in confusion.

"Sherlock," John said slowly, "You need to learn when to shut your bloody trap."

"Why? What'd I say?"

John just looked at Sherlock before shaking his head and getting up and walking into the kitchen, "I don't understand how you can tell an airplane pilot by their thumbs and yet you cant even see what is wrong with the woman you spent the night with."

Sherlock was all too familiar with the look that John was giving him.

"I've disappointed you."

"No Sherlock," John told him, "You've disappointed and hurt her."

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Kylie slammed the door to her flat shut, as she stormed past the crime scene, not caring that she was breaking the law at this current moment.

She was hurt and angry. The man that she felt herself slowly opening up to and falling for, just gave her a lecture on how love was stupid and made her irrationally an idiot.

The same damn man who held her in comfort, when she was scared out of her mind; the same one who was so protective of her… who spent the night holding her and calming her…

…the same one who just flat out told her that love was stupid, and that she was an idiot for staying with Thomas.

What in the hell did this all mean? That he was never going to fall in love with her? That he didn't want to be in a relationship with her? That he didn't want her at all?

She let out a scream of frustration with the irritating man upstairs as she whipped off her sweatshirt and began looking for running clothes.

She was pissed at him, yet her mind was on the kiss and how tender he had been with her in that bedroom.

… That man was amazing. His mind. His body. His spirit….

GOD! What was wrong with her?

She was mad at him! Not lusting after him!

She whipped off her shirt and threw open her closet, looking for something to wear as she cured the man upstairs for forcing her to open herself up to him, only to hear how he didn't believe in love.

Nothing is every going to happen Kylie. You need to let it go. Try not to feel the pain… run it all off.

She grabbed a shirt off a hanger, standing there in her bra as she cursed the fact that she wanted to cry. She was trying to find the bottom of the shirt when someone grabbed her from behind, putting a cloth over her mouth.

She fought desperately against the attacker, but they had both of her arms pinned, forcing the cloth over her mouth.

He was too strong…

"Hello Kales," a deep familiar voice breathed in her ear, sending a shiver of shock and fright down her spine as her blood ran cold, "You miss me beautiful?"

Then everything went black….

Stereotypical… I know… But things will change. Just bare with me… please?

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