Two months passed quickly. They had moved into a new house. It wasn't a castle, it was much more like the first mansion she'd been moved into. Here, they shared a bedroom and it was closer to London. Her days were longer than they'd ever been, all since her real training has started. Moriarty had insisted she no longer have any advanced self defence skills, but instead she would be assigned two body guards at all times, at least. She knew how to shoot a gun, sort of, and how to kick herself free but anything more physical and it would be handled by one of her men. Now, she was mostly being taught the ins and out of the business by Jim himself or his close advisors whom he trusted and who knew the workings almost as well as he did. But it was all paper. Background checks, personal profiles, money management. Of course some of it was more interesting, new identity creation and forgery for example, Katherine had excelled at that plainly cause she was interested. But the rest was...well...a chore.

Now, for example, Katherine sat in the lounge with a newspaper laid out in front of her. The headlines were unappealing, she had melted from them all years ago and only propped up when there had been a 'sighting' and even that was rare. She was bored, all dressed and made up just to sit in the house awaiting for someone to beckon her.

"Miss Reine." Like that. All her days were periods of sitting, interrupted by a 'Miss Reine' now and again. What was it this time? A spilled vase? A dog terrorising some maid? One of her dresses had mysteriously destroyed? Hardly, it was never that interesting.

"Yes?" She turned her head, just enough to see Vivienne, a young girl despite her name, loitering.

"Mr Moriarty asked to see you in his office. He also said for you take take with you, the plans for the wedding." Well that was most unexpected. A second passed where she waited for Vivienne to admit a mistake but the girl silenced, keeping her eyes on her hands, crossed in front of her.

"Oh my, have you checked he isn't running a fever?" The girl's expression didn't change. Katherine's sarcasm was wasted on them sometimes, "The plans are just on that table, would you mind passing them to me?" She didn't thank the girl and once the file of paper was in her hand, she walked out the room, towards Moriarty's office.

He hadn't been away on any business trips for a couple of weeks. Instead he'd been travelling back and forth to London and on the days he had no meeting he would set up in his office and work from early morning to..early morning most of the time. There were days she didn't even see him, he was just a mass of warmth in there shared bad for a couple of hours during the night. It was only since her training started with Jim, that she truly started to realise how hard he worked and how it affected his mood.

Knocking twice, she waited until the voice on the other side spoke.

"Come in."

Katherine opened the door and stepped through. "You called for me?" After the door clicked shut behind her, she slowly sauntered towards his desk.

"Take a seat." She did as he said, crossing her legs, the silky and heavily patterned fabric of her dress raising to show of her thigh. "I asked for you to bring-" without any hesitation she raised the file and let it fall onto the desk in front of him with a loud slam. "My, what has you in such a pleasant mood my darling?" He narrowly looked at her, moving the papers off to the side.

"Oh you know, sitting, watching the world go by, it's such good entertainment." Mid July, summer was at it's peak and the only sun she seen was in the gardens. She was lucky she guessed, the aches of surrounding land meant there was never much shade clouding her, but it was the same view. Moriarty only allowed her to go out with him and that was only at night most of the time. She was bored.

"We've had this talk, I won't have it again. I do not feel confident letting you go out alone yet."

"I would not be alone, I'd be with your trusted employees." Body guards. Big, silent, overwhelmingly hard to deal with body guards. But his best. Had he forgotten already?

"Yes, because they did such a spiffing job last time." It had been two months, when was he going to realise this. She wasn't a little girl. She didn't cower in bed at night scared, she did not have nightmares. She wanted to feel free again. With a pout, she stayed quiet, ultimately surprising him. "Don't give me that look. Come here, I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" Standing, Katherine took her time to walk around the table and stand behind his chair.

"You've been working hard recently, I'm proud of you." He was quick to redirect her so she sat partially perched on his desk. "You are nearly at the end of your training, therefor I think it is only fair I consider you an employee. I can't just have my future wife committing free labour for me, what would people think?"

"So, I work for you now? The big boss."

"Unfortunately for you it means you have to start listening to me more often. But unfortunately for me, it means I have to start providing you with a salary."

"Oh, so I have to start buying my own clothes?" It was all in jest, but secretly she was pleased. Having her own money, not that she even held back.

"It's still my money if that makes you feel better? Just this way I can keep a better eye on your spending." Over the past few months they'd been shopping and she hadn't been shy, even though he stood over her shoulder the full time. "I was thinking of starting you on £75,000."

She almost stuttered. That was more than most Doctors made a year. Never mind a silly little cleaner who sometimes had to sit at a computer making up stories of fake people. "A year?...What did I do to deserve such a wage darling?" Her hand moved to rub his shoulder as he turned away from the computer screen.

"I was thinking per week, but if you think per year is enough then...what? Cat got you're tongue?" Her eyes tried to desperately read the screen to seek out his lie. But all it referenced was her new bank details and several different amounts equalling what he just said. "I need you looking you're best twelve hours a day, seven days a week, looking good takes money. And I need you happy and for you to be doting and power hungry."

"You cannot buy happiness or love or power James, you must earn it." List filled eyes met him, but Jim wasn't stupid he knew it wasn't for him but for the numbers she'd just seen. Never the less, he smirked and allowed her to climb onto his knee, pushing her skirts up around her hips.

"Be honest, if I hadn't just offered you over three and a half million a year would you be in this position right now?" She was beautiful, mind and body. She wanted not only him but everything he had to offer. It was like a fish taking to bait. But...that didn't feel right, that thought in his head turned rotten.

She noticed a sudden change in his demeanour, but thought nothing of it and chose to distract him from whatever was in his twisted mind. "Of course. Because you have earned it." Katherine dropped a kiss onto the corner of his mouth. "My brilliant, rich, powerful fiancé who I love with all my heart." She dropped another onto his neck and felt the vibrations of his laughter.

"Now your are just trying to milk more out of me."

"Hmm, am I that easy to see through?" Halting all movement, Katherine looked at him as only centimetres were between their lips. "You do love me, don't you James? You are not just using me are you, or buying my love?" His hesitation moments ago...only reason she asked. 'I love you' had only become apart of their greeting very recently but it still tasted sour when he said it. She saw it. Katherine knew he had a beating heart, but, she was beginning to worry if it felt anything.

It all seemed so...easy. People not thinking he was a marrying type. All his advisors being shocked. Such a quick engagement. Jim being...Jim...there... it was all just Magnussen. Magnussen and his words, all these thought were him. She wouldn't let him win.

"How could I possibly use you?" Jim cupped her cheek in his hand. "I need you." For once, there was no hidden lies in his words. He did need her. She fulfilled a purpose. "You should stop that, Daddy's very busy." Jim chuckled when she started to undo the top button of his shirt.

"Too busy?"

"If you leave me alone, I'll see you get a treat tonight. An excuse for all your good behaviour." Her hands were removed from him and, with his hands wrapped around her wrists, Jim pushed her back and sat up.

"We can talk about the wedding?" Ah, he should have known she'd see that as more of a treat than anything else.

"A reward even more special."

"Deal." Katherine stood abruptly. "But why did you ask me to bring the plans?"

"My accountant is visiting this afternoon, he's going to overlook your ideas."

"Good." After straightening her skirts, she turned her back on Jim and walked away but she didn't leave the room without first shouting at him from over her shoulder. "Please remember it is always best to please your wife than your accountant Jim." With the door held open, she smirked at him.

"You're not my wife yet. Be ready for 7." Then she left him.

3pm. In order to look presentable enough for Moriarty, Katherine had chosen to start getting ready. She'd asked a couple of maids to make her tea and bring it to her room. But as she had walked past Moriarty's office to go upstairs, something had stoped her. She'd heard voices, muffled but loud. It must have been Jim's accountant.

At first, it had been nothing. Katherine had stopped and listened. But then she couldn't seem to move from that spot. Instead she started to creep closer to the door, keeping an ear out to pick up any of the things being said.

"They are achievable, easily so for a man of your status. But I must admit Jim, I didn't think you were the marrying type." There it was again, that phase. And it drew her in like a moth to a flame.

"I've heard them say a woman can change a man...they were wrong." Katherine frowned as she hear Jim's voice through the door, her frown deepened when she her the other mans reply.

"I don't understand."

Neither did Katherine. Surely...her head was spinning and nothing really warranted his words. But that was Jim he barely ever made sense. Or did he?

"Miss Reine." Vivienne spoke from behind her, causing Katherine's back to jolt and her eyes to widen. "Your tea has been served in your room as requested, would you like it brought through to Mr Moriarty's office?" Katherine's mouth opened but no words formed.

"No, er...No, I-" The click of a door sounded only a foot behind her. She tried not to blink rapidly as her hands became balled fist by her side.

"Katherine." She felt his warm breath on her neck. Tensed, she gathered herself before turning. He was watching her as closely as he was when they first met. Pupils constricted into black dots. He was like a shark, enjoying the struggle before the kill.

"I was just about to check if you needed anything?" He didn't believe it. She wouldn't have believed herself.

"No." he was calm but sharp. "Go away."

"Of course." Vivienne had already made herself scarce and Katherine followed by example, doing her best to silently vanish without giving into the temptation to run. She didn't here Jim shut the door until she was half way to their room and even then it was slow and quiet. From him, that was worse than showing anger.

Half an hour past, in which Katherine poured and stirred her tea but didn't take one sip. She picked out outfit after outfit but never decided upon one. She laid out make up and put it away again and ran a bath but let it sit, getting cold. She was waiting. She knew he would come see her, she knew what he would be like. But she knew he'd leave it. Because he'd know she was waiting and he would, let her off easy.

Just when she was about to shake off the feeling of his presence choking her, and shower. The door to their room creaked open and in stepped the suited devil himself. He closed the door and leant back against it casually. She only gave him a second glance and then turned back to what she had been doing, avoiding him.

"Katherine?" She gave a hum of acknowledgement but continued to fuss over her makeup again. "What were you doing?" His voice was dark, frighteningly so. She knew what she'd been doing was wrong, but she didn't want to admit it. Katherine just wanted him to get the shouting over with.

"I'm getting ready."

"Don't. Don't...act with me Katherine." Taking a couple of steps forward, his tone made her stop and watch him. Jim opened his arms wide and gestured for her to join him. "Come here. Come on, come see daddy." With heavy anticipation and hesitation, Katherine slowly walked to join him. Her bare feet cold against the dark hard wood floors. As she got closer, Moriarty smiled and his hands came closer to her body. Then, when she was the perfect distance away, he snatched her. "That a girl. Come here. Come-" One hand went into her hair, the other around the front of her neck. He held her there, so her legs buckled and he was the only thing stopping her from falling. It made her breathing laboured and her hair pulled at her scalp. His face was close to her, an evil snarl making her want to look away. But his grip was tight and painful.

"Ah Jim!" Katherine raised her hands to wrap around the one which held her hair but it did no use. "Please." He threw her against the wall, her head colliding with the plaster before she slid down the wall into an ungrateful heap.

She whimpered, almost curling into a ball by his feet as he approached her again. "If I ever catch you eavesdropping or being in a place you shouldn't be..." He crouched by her, grabbing the neck of her dress so she was eye-level with him. "I will gut you. You understand me?" The tears in her eyes made her look week. Her whimpered and violent nodding irritated him. "What did you hear? What were you doing?"

"Nothing I-" Katherine was cut half when Jim delivered a sharp back handed hit to her right cheek. She fell to the floor again and before she could bury her face into her arms, Moriarty took hold of her wrists and pinned her against the floor on her back.

"Don't lie to me Katherine!"

In that moment, it wasn't Jim above her, it was Samson. It was his weight pressing into her hips and his dirty hands touching her. She started to sob uncontrollably. Her body shook no matter how much she told herself it was Jim. In fact, the more she relished it was Jim, the more it hurt her.

"It wasn't meat to be anything. I was walking past and I heard you discussing the wedding. I got curious and wanted to hear, I got excited. I'm sorry!" That wasn't it. The wedding played no part. It was her growing suspicion, all coming from the seed planted by Magnussen. But she couldn't tell him that. "I just wanted to hear what you thought of it all. Sometimes it's like you don't care and...I just...I..." She couldn't show weakness. She couldn't. "I didn't hear anything, just something about you being able to afford things, that's all... that's all!"

It took another minute of two. The only noise in the room was her sobs. Then, slowly, Jim moved off her and sat by her side before pulling her onto his lap. When he first touched her, she jumped and it was in that moment, Jim realised what he had done. "Shh...shh...my darling shh." He stroked a hand over her hair which now ached, avoiding the bump forming as a result of the wall. "I'm sorry, daddy's sorry." Katherine didn't move, she didn't hush, she didn't cling to him like he expected. She just lay limp on his knee in any position he placed her in. "You must understand kitten, I have some big things planned for us. I want them to be a surprise. And there are dark things I don't want you to worry about. I don't want you to hear."

"It was a mistake, I'm sorry. Please..." Her small voice sent regret through him. "Please."

"Sweet Katherine." She was deadly still as he stroked her hip. "You can delay getting ready, come see what I've done today. You'll like it, it involved a lot of cleaning." He wasn't funny, she didn't find him funny. She...she doubted him. He'd never hit her since before she was taken, he had never grabbed her. What had he thought she had heard? Katherine's brain was working over time and she wanted to be left alone.

"Give me a second...I'll follow you down." Ever so slowly, Katherine picked herself up off the ground without any help from Jim. Her shoulders sagged and her dress was in disarray but she stood and turned away from him. "Please, I'll be right there." She spoke again when he didn't move.

"Katherine-" Jim reached for her, but dropped his hand and stood himself when she continued walking away towards the bathroom.

"Please." That was the last whisper she offered before entering the bathroom and locking the door behind her. Moments later, Jim left the room and retreated to his office alone. The shower turned on but Katherine sat against the door of the bathroom, her head resting on her knees. She didn't join him. He didn't see her for the rest of the night.