A/N This chapter takes place at about the same time as the previous chapter. Uhm...sadness and stuff :(

Kairi was preparing dinner for her and Molly. The sun was gone and the day was winding down and to be truly honest, Kairi was exhausted. Sherlock had returned that morning for a few hours of sleep and raucous sex that left Kairi willowy and placid. She glanced at Molly who was lying on her couch, watching some show on the television that Kairi wasn't familiar with.

She finished chopping up vegetables and mixed them into the salad she was preparing for them both. Molly was a tiny thing and she never ate crazy amounts of food, compared to Kairi at least, who could pack away a large pizza by herself on a good day. Lately though, her anxiety had been so drastic that she was barely able to keep any food down. She was disappointed with this fact, it resulted in her losing more weight than she wanted. She knew Sherlock was concerned because of the way he would trace the lines of her shoulder blades and spine, his fingers tickling across her collar bones or fingering her hips in a non sexual way. His frown was always deep and he looked at her with longing eyes. It was pointless to talk about it. He knew he didn't have much of a right to complain as he starved himself constantly on cases. Though Kairi had made a promise that she would eat when he would eat - even if she ended up throwing it all up later.

She added some tuna salad to the lettuce and spinach, sprinkling some cheese before going to her fridge to bring out some salad dressing. She was never a big fan of salads unless there were more croutons than lettuce, but she was making an effort, trying to find things that didn't automatically make her nauseous.

In her peripheral vision, she saw Molly sit up sharply, glaring at her phone.

"Problem?" Kairi muttered, carrying the salad bowl over to her small table.

Molly was frowning as she stood, staring at her phone, "Yeah, there's a body at the morgue and they need me." She looked up at Kairi, shrugging, "Mycroft's men are outside. You mind if I duck out early?"

Kairi shrugged, trying to keep the desperation in her eyes from showing, "Course, go do your job. Let me pack some salad up for you." She trotted to the kitchen and pulled out some tupperware and put in some salad for Molly to take.

"Thanks love." Molly smiled and pulled Kairi in for a tight hug, "I'll be back after. They know I'm supposed to be off this whole week."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'll be fine. Take a bath, read a book, something to keep me busy." Kairi chuckled and Molly pulled away. "See you later." Molly nodded with her bright smile and collected her things, packing away Kairi's salad in her bag as she exited.

Kairi grumbled slightly going back to stare at the bowl of salad on her table. It looked absolutely disgusting and she knew she wouldn't be able to keep it down. She thought about putting it into her fridge but it would just get soggy and gross. She grabbed the large bowl and a fork and went to her front door, opening it to see one of Mycroft's nameless agents standing beside her door. He must have been like that for hours, he hadn't asked to use the restroom or for water or food and Kairi had no idea how he was so resilient. Molly had been gone maybe five minutes and Kairi was already jittery and bored.

"Hi!" She smiled at him and he nodded to her in response. "Want some salad? I have extra."

He looked nervous, eyes sort of glancing around, wondering how much trouble he'd get into for eating on the job. "I really shouldn't ma'am." His voice came out deep and serious.

Kairi nodded, "I promise, I'll tell Mycroft I threatened you. You've been there for hours and if you can't come inside to eat and rest then I might as well feed you."

He shifted again under her kind gaze and she held out the bowl to him, shaking it a bit. He reached out slowly, taking the bowl from her as if it were a live bomb, "Yes ma'am."

Kairi nodded and then placed a bottle of water at his feet, "If you need anything else don't hesitate to ask - even though I know you wont." He nodded, staring at her until she left him alone. Kairi sighed as she closed her door, assuming that eating in front of her was seen as some sort of weakness.

She sat on her couch, calling Appa up to snuggle and she pulled her phone out, staring at the blank screen. Sherlock had disappeared while she slept, she could faintly remember lips being pressed to her brow through a dreamy haze and it made her stomach flutter in the good way. She opened up their text conversation and typed out something simple.

I miss you. Please be careful.

She sort of leaned into Appa, resting her eyes and trying to keep the anxiety from overwhelming her. Everything that happened lately was pulling her apart. She had bits of duct tape in the form of Molly and Sherlock holding the remnants of her sanity in place, but they felt pliable and weak at moments. This was one of the days where she felt like she was barely able to hold on. She felt her phone vibrate and looked at the screen.

I am always careful. -SH

Kairi chuckled, rolling her eyes as she responded.

I must be thinking of some other Sherlock Holmes then. Is this the one I have sex with? Or is that someone else?

A response came quickly, the flush rising on her cheek with her audacity.

I would hope there is not another man posing as myself who takes advantage of you. -SH

Before she could reply with something witty, he had already sent another message.

I rather enjoy doing that myself. The idea of sharing that with someone else leaves me displeased. - SH

Kairi smiled wide, feeling a glorious tug in her gut.

Well we could always experiment. You know, I could take a modest sample size, see if you don't mind sharing me with some people.

When she pressed send, the response was lighting fast.

NO -SH

Kairi chuckled at that.

Come on!

For science!

She laughed in the silence, goading him was probably inappropriate if he were at a scene or doing some investigation.

I don't like science enough for that. - SH

Kairi laughed out loud at his response.

All right then, Mr. Sentiment, back to work. Will I see you tonight?

She sighed heavily, hoping he would return to her soon with Moran's head on a spike.

I endeavor to return to you quickly. I feel as if I need another affirmation. - SH

A beat of silence occurred between his next text.

Possibly multiple affirmations and definitely soon. - SH

Kairi felt herself gulp, remembering what he had told her this morning about needing to prove to himself that she belonged to him. The tug in her gut became fluid at that moment, coating her insides with a delectable heat. She didn't care how long it took, she was willing to be all the proof he needed, as often as he needed it.

My body is at your disposal for such proof.

For science? -SH

She smiled.

For science.

She smirked at herself, rolling her eyes and chuckling. This was probably as close to sexting as her and Sherlock would ever get. There was silence for a few moments, Kairi felt as if he were probably focusing on the task at hand.

You are not assisting in my focus. -SH

Kairi chuckled.

Ok, ok, I will hopefully see you tonight at some point.

Yes, at some point. -SH

Kairi smiled and placed her phone on her table, lying down and using Appa as a pillow as she rubbed his stomach. She found peace in listening to him breathing, hearing the rapid heartbeat of a dog pounding in her ears. She felt almost at peace, using her breathing to keep her heart rate down and trying a little pathetically to use the imagery Dr. Sherman provided her to keep herself compartmentalized for the time being.

She felt as if she were floating for a moment in a space where her mind was empty and peaceful. She tried to relax her muscles, especially the coiled ones in her stomach that kept her from feeling comfortable. Using an age-old technique she took her time to clench individual muscles then relax them as she progressed up her body. She started by flexing her toes and rolling her ankles, focusing on relaxing every other part of her body. Then her calves, flexing and holding tight while she took deliberate breaths and then relaxed on an exhale. She continued, slowly, feeling control come over her again, willing herself into a mindful place where she was capable of grasping her emotions.

She was lying peacefully now, her entire body relaxed and content.

Her cell phone buzzed again and she groaned, reaching out with closed eyes and bringing the screen up to her face. She barely looked at it as she swiped it open, looking at the text and smiling.

-I miss you.

She chuckled, her eyes closing again as she breathed deep. On her exhale, her brain began to chatter.

Her eyes shot open as panic gripped her.

Her breath caught in her chest and she sat up sharply, causing Appa to stir and grumble off the couch. She brought the phone to her face and let out a slow whine as she looked at the unfamiliar number that sent the text. She felt dread close in on her lungs when she realized that Sherlock had not sent it - the text was without his text signature.

She wanted to throw the phone into her fireplace, toss it out the window, maybe put it in the oven and turn it on. Instead she gripped it in her hands, feeling the glass and metal almost creaking beneath her fingertips. She flipped back to her open conversation with Sherlock and began typing until another text interrupted her.

-Don't tell him.

Her eyes went wide and she glanced around her room as her breathing became frantic. Her windows were covered, closed, locked, and barred now - she thought it was a bit much, but after the package, after the pictures, she didn't want to give any advantage to Moran. She closed the text and went back to typing to Sherlock.

-DON'T

Her fingers froze on her phone and she felt herself shaking violently, holding back the sob in her chest.

-Answer me.

She choked on her own breath, her heart beating erratically against her sternum and she tried to calm her spasming diaphragm, she tried to focus but she couldn't. Moran was speaking to her. He wanted something and she was smart enough to realize that there was no way he wouldn't get it.

-Do you like how I got you alone? I sent them a special parting gift from us.

Kairi couldn't breath. The body at the morgue that Molly was looking over had something to do with Moran. That's why Molly was called in, she was the best coroner in London - probably in all of England. She closed the texts again and opened a line to Molly.

-Don't tell her either.

Kairi let a little squeak come from her lips. She regretted that her home was silent. The guard outside could probably hear her if she made too much noise. She was alone and this is how he wanted her.

-I need you to answer me.

Kairi closed her eyes, holding the phone to her chest and shaking her head, biting her lip as her muscles shook with terror and pain. Appa was sitting at her feet, looking concerned as he prodded her gently with his nose.

The phone rumbled against her skin and she wanted to scream.

-ANSWER ME NOW.

She shook her head, staring at the screen, as if it communicated her defiance to him.

The next text was a multimedia message and Kairi swiped it open with quaking fingers.

-ANSWER ME NOW OR I WILL REPLACE YOU.

Kairi had to actually bite her own hand to keep her scream in check. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she glanced at a picture of her niece Julie, looking alive and happy and very much seven years old, smiling in her cheerleading outfit from school. She stood then, scrambling to her bedroom and hiding herself in her closet, darkness surrounding her now as she let a few weak sobs escape her lips. She was shaking her head violently, getting rid of her fear, expelling her demons, preparing herself for surrender.

What do you want from me?

-Very good. I need you to meet with me now.

No.

-That's the incorrect answer. I need you to try again.

Another picture of Julie arrived in her inbox. Kairi let out a whine at that, wishing she could scream and howl and destroy everything around her. Despite the pitch black of the closet and what felt like wind howling in her ears, she could hear Appa at the crack of the door, sniffing and whining to let him in with her.

Why?

-Because if you don't, I will take her and this time I'll finish what I started with you.

Kairi bit her hand again against her scream. The same hand went up to her hair and she tugged sharply, trying to use the pain to center her, to keep her in control. Everything was rushing past her in flashes of light and stabbing pain in her scalp. She might rip her hair out before she got it all under control.

Where?

-That's my good girl.

Kairi felt sick and keeled over to her side, emptying her stomach of rancid bile as a voice echoed in her head. He called her that, his good girl. He always had called her that. Kairi's phone vibrated on the floor, illuminating the dark room with its painfully bright screen.

-I think you know where. Somewhere I watched your heart break.

Kairi frowned as her stomach turned. Somewhere her heart broke? In London?

-Leave in three minutes exactly. Come alone and don't warn anyone or I'll take Danielle too. This time they wont get the benefit of receiving the bodies. I will see you soon.

Yes.

Kairi crawled out of her closet and ran to her bathroom to throw up some more. She was shaking violently as she glanced at her phone, she had two minutes to get ready to leave and she wanted desperately to send something to Sherlock, but she honestly didn't know what to do. She ran around her home, gathering her clothes and slipping on shoes haphazardly, trying to look as nondescript as possible - a night runner out for a jog with her pet. She clipped Appa's leash with shaking hands, she couldn't do this alone, she couldn't face him by herself. She needed someone and if she couldn't have her friends she would have Appa. She pulled out her phone and opened a text conversation to Sherlock.

My love for you is as unchangeable as the Old Man and the Sea.

She pressed send and ran out of her home, Appa jogging by her side. Everything was quiet and empty - Moran had arranged it to be so and she didn't take the time to think about how. She began jogging down the street, feeling weak and dizzy until she was just far enough from Baker Street. She felt her phone vibrate and she pulled it out, glancing at the unfamiliar number.

-Ditch your phone

Typing quickly, she sent one last text, tossing her phone in the nearest trashcan and began jogging again. Usually Appa would be filled with glee to be running around with his master, but his mouth was closed and he looked severe as he trotted beside Kairi who felt like her legs would give at any moment.

She arrived at her destination, shaking furiously as she slowed to a walk, her breathing was painful and she felt cramps everywhere. She hated herself for not being more of a runner and promised herself that if she lived she would start running, do a marathon, sky-dive - whatever. If she got out of this alive, she would do anything and everything she ever wanted. She stood slowly, limping along the path as her muscles protested and her lungs screamed with each breath.

She approached her destination, the sound of splashing water filling her ears as Appa panted at her side. She stared at Triton's fountain, a place she used to adore, full of good memories and happy times, now tainted by Moran. This was the place where she finally let herself love Sherlock Holmes. This is the place where she would leave him behind. She faltered a little, her heart pounding against her chest as she leaned against the stone. To anyone else it would look like a jogger was stretching leisurely against the fountain, taking a break from a strenuous run.

Kairi shuddered, realizing her entire life had been a marathon, a drastic, desperate attempt to escape Moran. Everything she had ever done was tainted by what he did to her. She could never resolve, never be at peace, she would always be running from him. The man had taken her soul, killed her father, destroyed her relationship with her sister, and essentially taken her mother's life as well. Moran had quite literally ruined her life, making her secluded, withdrawn, and bitter, inspiring her to run to the farthest reaches of the world, hiding from life and love and happiness and losing herself in loneliness. Despite the fear that gripped her heavily, she felt an undying rage brewing in her gut, fighting for dominance against her weakness.

"You need to breathe before you pass out or have another seizure." A voice from behind her said, smooth and almost caring. Appa began to growl.

Kairi stood sharply, ignoring the protesting of her limbs and insides which all seemed to be vibrating within her. She turned slowly and her eyes rested on Sebastian Moran.

She shouldn't be surprised at how different he looked. In her paltry memories, he had been young, almost baby-faced and child-like. Over twenty years had passed and a man stood in front of her now. He seemed taller, larger than life as he loomed close by, built solidly. His face was almost angelic, covered in disarming stubble a calm smile on his face with wide, rather full lips and a strong jaw under clear, hazel eyes. His hair was medium length, tickling his jaw and swept back, a bit wild in its slightly wavy design. He looked just like any other man, a face that aside from being attractive, wouldn't stand out in a crowd. In any other circumstance, if he hadn't been Sebastian Moran, if he wasn't a murder and a rapist, Kairi might have said he was attractive.

At this moment though her vision went red. She could hear her heartbeat thrumming in her ears as she took a step forward, a snarl on her lips. "You." She growled and his smile disappeared. His clear eyes went cold.

"Still haven't forgiven me I see." He said with a cold grin. Kairi made to move again, a growl in her chest, and he raised his arm, pointing a hand gun with a long-barreled silencer at her chest. "I wouldn't advise you to move, my dear." He chuckled at her, watching her body shake as his gaze roved over her. "I'm a little disappointed you didn't dress up for me." He shrugged, acting nonchalant. "No problem." His voice was sweet to her, joking and familiar, the twang of a slight southern accent littering the cadence. "You ditched your phone as I instructed?"

"Yes." Kairi ground out.

"Good girl." He smiled again. "I'll need you to come with me."

Kairi wanted to shake her head but instead she pushed forward, gripping Appa's leash like a tether to her sanity. "Fine." She spat.

Moran grinned at her lightly, seeming pleased, "Without all the baggage, though." He said to her in a simple tone and Kairi didn't understand.

She looked at him in confusion, meeting his eyes which seemed to sparkle with insanity. His mouth widened in a predatory way and his grip on the gun shifted and he fired off a round.

Kairi let out a scream as the bullet escaped its chamber with barely a whisper. In those silent moments, she could almost see the bullet traveling, aimed directly at her heart.

With a yelp, Appa crumpled to the ground and Kairi let out an earth shattering howl as she fell to her knees next to him. "NO!" She cried, sobs ripping from her throat as she pressed her hands against the bullet would in Appa's chest. "NO! DON'T!" She screamed, blood seeping through her fingers and she felt all of her life force drip away with each glob that reached the ground. Her eyes were blurring and she kept screaming, trying to grasp the blood that had pooled around her dog and put it back inside of him. She needed to do something, anything to save him. She bent over, trying her best to calm her breathing as she pulled him into her arms, limp and unmoving and went to put her mouth around his muzzle to perform CPR. She was sobbing as she tried and she couldn't control her limbs as she freakishly grabbed at his front and hind legs to cradle him in her arms. She opened her mouth to settle it around his muzzle when someone grasped her arm and tugged her away.

Almost in slow motion, she watched as Appa rolled to the ground, his eyes open and lifeless and his snow-like fur stained by the blood from the gaping wound in his chest, crimson handprints littering his body from where Kairi had tried to hold him. She felt herself bottom out at that moment. Nothing was left within her to care. She felt empty, vapid. Tendrils of her sanity where wisping away like smoke on a still day and she barely cared enough to watch them dissipate.

The grip on her arm tugged her and a voice growled at her, "You can't save him, don't bother. I don't need your mouth tasting like that mutt." Moran yanked her away.

Kairi felt the emptiness inside of her turn to stone and she looked up at Moran, unaffected and cold as he pulled her away from her best friend. With a shriek, she turned in his arms, her hands and fists flailing at him without precision, but stained with deathly force as they collided with his face and neck. She was screaming as she attempted to lay into him, her wild arms and legs lashing out with intent to kill. She'd rip out his jugular with her bare hands if she had the chance.

He snarled as her nails ripped at his neck and cheek and he easily overpowered her, towering a full foot above her, using his body as the deadly instrument it was intended to be. He struck out, using his fist to back hand her across the face and Kairi let out a sharp gasp at the pain in her cheek and mouth, a pooling coppery taste assaulted her. She had been hit before, numerous times, but this one felt like a freight train had collided with her jaw. She took a shuddering breath and turned back to Moran.

She tried to fight back again, disorientation taking over as she swung at him with less fervor than before. He swatted her hands away with grace and struck her again, a precise hit to her temple which sent her spiraling. This time Kairi saw white flash before her eyes and she felt dizzy and sick as she sunk to her hands and knees, blinded by the spinning lights around her.

"STOP!" A voice rumbled from the darkness.

Moran paused, smiling as he towered over Kairi who was attempting to crawl away from him. "Glad you could join us." Moran chuckled as he stepped towards Kairi and yanked her up by her hair, she screeched in agony, scratching at the fist at the back of her head. He was larger than her, so he held her high and pulled her close, feeling her body fight against him, giving him a thrill. He adjusted his hand, traveling down the silken skin of her face so he could grip her neck.

Kairi's feet barely scraped the ground as he held her against him, using her jaw as an anchor to keep her from choking completely. She scratched at his hands, but he only tightened his grip, making her cough and shake against him. She settled for gripping his arm and lifting herself up, allowing space for her to suck in air as her vision swam and exhaustion took over.

"Put her down." A figure approached and Kairi could almost recognize it. Her vision blurred, seemed to shake as Moran pulled her tighter to him. She could feel the hardness of his chest against her back. A blur moved to her side and she watched, with sudden clarity as his gun raised and pointed forward.

Kairi shook her head, the ringing in her ears seem to stop as she followed the gun's direction and watched the figure vibrate into clarity.

Sherlock.

"NO!" She tried to scream but it was halted as Moran tightened his grip on her throat, causing her to gasp and groan against him.

"Oh, she does make some interesting noises, doesn't she?" Moran pressed the side of his face against hers, "Course you know that, don't you Sherlock?"

Sherlock remained quiet as he approached, John's gun raised as he pointed it, his entire body tense with rage, his mind clouded by it so he could barely think. All that he wanted to do was put a bullet between the dead eyes of Moran. He tried to breathe, tried to remain calm as Kairi squirmed against her captor. She was covered in blood and her face was bruising, her eyes disoriented as she stared back at him, clawing at Moran's arm, desperate and afraid. Sherlock glanced to his side, a new fire burning in his chest when he saw Appa's still body surrounded by a pool of blood.

"Put. Her. Down." Sherlock managed to get out in a calm, if menacing voice. He squared his shoulders, adjusting his shot so he could hit Moran if necessary. He was holding Kairi so close, using her as a human shield and somehow, her tiny body made a much more dangerous target than the man behind her, holding her before him like a coward. Everything within him was screaming, begging, waring against each other. He wanted to choke the life out of Moran; he wanted to hold Kairi close and tell her she would be okay; he wanted to cry and kick and throw things until Moran released his grip. The weak grasp he had on his sanity faltered with every haggard breath Kairi exhaled.

Moran chuckled in Kairi's ear and she felt her stomach twitch again, a wretched burning, dying to escape in the form of her bile, "Can't do that Sherlock. We have unfinished business to attend to." He smiled coldly at the detective, "Thinking about that now, you and I have some unfinished business as well. First you kill my boss and then you take my girl. Thems fightin' moves pardner." He spat the last bit with an exaggerated and mocking accent.

"I'm not your girl." Kairi ground out and went to scratch at his face. Moran swatted her hand away like the weak creature she was and he adjusted his arm on her, wrapping it around her chest and pulling her tight against him with her arms pinned to her sides. His strength was overwhelming against Kairi's weak form. She regretted that she hadn't been able to eat, that she didn't exercise. Despite the years of self-defense her father had taught her, there was no possible way that she would be able to overcome him without a weapon and the element of surprise. She tried to close her eyes, but each time she did, she would only see his face. She kept them open, staring at Sherlock, who returned her gaze with a cold fear and desperation. For a moment she wished she couldn't read him so well.

"That's where you're wrong, Kairi." He whispered in her ear, watching Sherlock standing next to the body of her dead dog, adjusting his grip on the gun. He chuckled again, "Oh, he's mad isn't he?" Moran pressed his lips to her ear, his breathing heavy, "I don't think he likes watching me touch you."

"Stop it." She grumbled and tried to twitch in his grasp but he only held tighter. Her movement caused Sherlock a certain amount of alarm and he steadied his stance and adjusted his aim.

"What?" Moran smiled against her cheek, "You don't like my attentions?" He laughed darkly, moving his arm around her waist so his hand could rest on her lower abdomen, his fingers gripping at the fabric to move it out of the way. The cold air assaulted her senses and Kairi gasped, his warm hands pressing into her flesh, "You are so warm and soft." He mumbled into her ear. He addressed Sherlock this time, "She's so warm. I bet she feels wonderful doesn't she? All those times I saw you two grappling against each other must mean something. Especially for the great Sherlock Holmes to toss in his V-Card." He meant this for Kairi, but said it loud enough for Sherlock to hear, "I haven't been with you in 20 years. You think you're ready for me this time?" His voice was throaty and thick with desire and excitement.

"Unhand her now!" Sherlock snarled, his eyes wide and wild, stepping forward as his face twisted in absolute rage. "NOW!" He roared, taking another step to close the distance.

Moran pressed the muzzle of the gun to Kairi's temple and tutted at Sherlock who froze, "Stop right there, detective." Moran snarled, an icy tone taking over his voice, "Now I have plans for Kairi here, plans for reconnection if you will, but I will shoot her if you take another step. Problem is, I would be incredibly disappointed if I had to kill her, but seeing as I want you to suffer as well, I might have to displace some of that rage and it might take a long while before I felt better." He snarled, "Plus, I have a few options if dear Kairi here gets herself killed." He chuckled darkly and Kairi began fighting against him again, "Or you get her killed, that is."

"No!" Kairi whined and he pushed the muzzle against her skin with great force and she winced.

"Fine." Sherlock muttered, lowering his gun just slightly, looking into Kairi's eyes which were reaching out to him, begging him to run. "Let her go and do what you will with me."

Moran grinned, tilting his head this way and that in mock consideration while he hummed against Kairi's skin. "Mmmm...No." He said sweetly, extending his arm with efficient, perfect speed and pulling the trigger.

Kairi screamed as Sherlock jerked backwards, almost spinning to his side as the gun flew from his hands. Kairi lunged against Moran's hold and he just laughed as he held onto her while she tried to push away from him, screaming Sherlock's name as tears leaked out of her frantic eyes.

Moran grinned, watching her falling apart and crying as she pulled away from him, not bothering to fight him or defend herself as she focused solely on Sherlock. She kept screaming and it was about time he shut her up, no matter how delicious her cries sounded to his ears. He brought the butt of his gun down sharply on the beck of her neck and she crumpled in his arms. He lowered her to the floor quickly, but with care and then trotted over to Sherlock, kicking the gun out of his reach.

"Time to stand up." Moran chuckled, watching Sherlock as he winced, trying to reach out for the gun, "Don't be such a baby, I got you clean through the shoulder." He stepped on Sherlock's wound, a sick smile on his lips and he applied pressure and Sherlock fought a grimace, "Course I may have nicked a bone or a nerve. She was wriggling against me pretty nice and I got a bit distracted."

Sherlock grit his teeth and went to strike at Moran but he was halted by Moran leveling his gun at Sherlock's face.

"Bad idea." Moran smiled, "Like I said before, I have plans for you two, but I would gladly put a bullet in your brain, but that would leave Kairi all alone to my devices." He smiled wickedly and Sherlock relaxed on the ground, "Good boy." Moran smiled, "Now get the fuck up and walk."

Sherlock got to his feet unsteadily, looking at the prone body of Kairi lying on the ground, limp and lifeless. A sob caught in his throat and he tried desperately to keep his emotions hidden. Exposing his sentiment for Kairi is what got them into this problem in the first place. Despite his best efforts, he took a step towards her and Moran hissed.

"Hands off Sherlock, its high-time you learn some respect for other people's property." Moran spat, "Shuck the jacket and phone and hands behind your back, princess." He growled and Sherlock acquiesced slowly, his shoulder screaming against the sensation as blood seeped from his wound in alarming amounts. He put his arms back, another stabbing pain radiating through his body as the bite of zip ties snapped at the flesh of his wrists. "Good boy. Walk forward, we'll be taking a drive before Kairi wakes up."

Sherlock watched as Moran scooped up Kairi as if she weighed nothing, throwing her over his shoulder like a rag doll. He walked in front, listening to Moran's directions as they made their way through Regent's park, away from the corpse of Kairi's beloved pet, away from the haven of Baker Street and towards a nondescript vehicle.

Moran made Sherlock kneel as he loaded Kairi into the car, cuffing her limp form to the grip handle above the passenger seat. He helped Sherlock stand and guided him to the trunk and opened it.

"Can't have you bothering our precious Kairi, can we?" Moran chuckled.

Sherlock was about to respond scathingly as he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck right before his world went black, the last of this thoughts resting on Kairi and the terror that made him go cold.

A/N

I feel dead inside I truly do. I was sobbing as I wrote this...Just absolutely sobbing. This was part of what I meant by the characters writing themselves and Moran is the ultimate bastard. In my mind, Moriarty is a psychopath, he wants to watch the world burn because he wants to be the best, he wants power and derives pleasure from lording his superiority over others...Moran is a psychopath and an avid sadist.. He wants people to suffer because he gets off on it. He doesn't care how, he just wants to watch as people fall apart and relish in their misery...

Man, fuck that guy...

The story will continue in a dark vein for the next chapter or two... Things are happening and I feel exhausted and sad...

Please feel free to hate me a little for this chapter...Its why I asked preemptively for forgiveness. I really am sorry. While this chapter was happening, I wanted nothing more than to just stop writing...Just to pretend it all could end two chapters ago...But the characters...They will go through a lot...They will be suffering... And they will be changed forever because of it...

A sequel will be hopefully immediately in the works once this story is over and that will be a story of change and healing... As this story obviously isn't that...

Ugh, I hate Moran...

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