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"This can't be the whole thing, John," Sherlock muttered as he sat in his armchair, staring at the photos, "What are we missing?"

John sighed in frustration and looked at the clock.

"Sherlock, perhaps you should be more worried about your girlfriend…"

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Fine, the woman who you want to be your girlfriend…"

No comment.

Interesting…

"You know, the one who stormed out of here a couple of hours ago, and still hasn't returned?"

Sherlock just continued to look at the pictures.

"She'll be back. She always comes back," he said monotonously.

John sighed and slammed the book he was holding in frustration.

"Dammit Sherlock! You fancy the damn girl. She is obviously beginning to have feelings for you as well, which is probably the best damn thing for the both of you since you have both been dancing around each other since day one. She's the best thing that has happened to you, and yet, you still decide to purposely piss her off."

"Its not my fault she's being sensitive."

"Sensitive?" John gaped, "Seriously? The woman had been sexually assaulted, the man she used to date is out murdering people, not to mention the fact that she just found out that Moriarty is behind her mother and sister's deaths. Then when you and her start something that has no definition because you are too much of a coward to ask her to be your damn girlfriend, you go off on the fact that love is stupid, and relationships make you an idiot! The woman is damn vulnerable and confused just about as much as you are! And you call her storming out of here a tad bit upset, sensitive? She has a damn right to be!"

"That's why she's upset?" Sherlock asked, genuinely surprised.

John's head nearly exploded.

"If you want to keep her Sherlock, you need to stop being a dick. Since you've met her, you've been happy; genuinely happy. Even when you don't have a case. She makes you calmer, its almost as if you enjoy life more…"

"Seriously?" Sherlock scoffed in disbelief, "You think its all because of how a woman makes me feel? I don't feel John."

"Yeah," John said shaking his head, "Yeah you do. You don't think you show it, but you do. You care a lot more than most."

"John, do shut up. Your idiotic ranting is annoying."

John just looked at him in amazement, "Fine," he said throwing his hands up in frustration, "When you lose her for good because you chased her off, you'll regret it. Face it, you need her."

"I don't need anyone."

"Sherlock, you have been solving cases with her faster than you ever had. Between the two of you, you could stop half the crime in London."

"That's because I observe, John. I did it before, I do it still."

John just stared at him, "You are being an unreasonable dick. I hope you know that. Now call her up, and find her, before someone else steals her away before you have the chance to ball up and make her your girlfriend."

"Someone already has," A voice from the doorway said.

Sherlock and John whipped around to find none other than James Moriarty leaning against the doorframe of 221B, wearing his typical Westwood suit and a smug grin on his face. A slight bruising still remained from Kylie's punch he took a few days earlier.

"You're little girlfriend is adorable by the way. Fought the whole way home…."

Sherlock slowly stood up, his fists clenched as his blood ran cold; anger surging through him as he slowly began walking towards him.

"Ooh… how adorable. You care about the darling girl," Moriarty said pouting at him, "I thought I was the only one you cared about."

"Where is she?" Sherlock asked in a soft, yet dangerous voice as he got closer and closer to Moriarty.

Moriarty smirked more at him, "Like I'll tell you. Takes all the fun out of it. And I thought you were clever, Sherlock."

Sherlock glowered as he felt his blood slowly boiling as he approached him, John slowly standing as well.

"What have you done with her you bastard?" John asked angrily.

Moriarty turned and gasped at John while clapping his hands together, "Oh! How precious!" he said in a sarcastically high voice, "The pet is protective of his master. Its simply precious!"

Sherlock continued to walk towards him slowly, "I swear if you hurt a single hair on her head…"

"You'll what?" Moriarty asked excitedly, "Hurt me? Kill me? …Torture me?" Moriarty smirked, "We both know you won't do that."

Sherlock was now standing face to face with the man, staring at him menacingly.

"No," Moriarty said in a soft voice as he surveyed Sherlock, "You're ordinary. You're ordinary just like all the other goldfish in the sea. You're on the side of the angels. You're in love… you care.

Sherlock took a step forward, towering over Moriarty.

"You make the mistake of believing that love is a tangible thing. It doesn't exist," He told him quietly, "Not to people like us. And I may be on the side of the angels , but don't think for a moment, that I am one of them."

"Is that supposed to be a threat?"

"It means I keep my promises."

Moriarty smiled at him and began chuckling.

"Oh Sherlock, look what love has done to you."

"I just told you. Its not love, it doesn't exist."

"Oh, but it is."

"What do you want?"

Moriarty paused once more, smiling at him.

"To solve the problem," he told him quietly, "Our problem; the final problem. It's going to start very soon, Sherlock. The fall… But don't be scared. Falling is just like flying, except there's just a more permanent destination. Maybe after, you can have your precious little girlfriend back… maybe not though… I need to give my pet his prize…."

"This is between us," Sherlock told him, "Not her. Leave her out of this."

"Oh, trust me Sherlock, she's more involved than you think."

Moriarty smiled before he took in the expressions of both Sherlock and John as they stared at him. He laughed loudly, "Look at you! You have John, your bother, the Yard, and all the King's horses, and yet, you'll never find her. You have an infamous army; very weak and ill equipped in comparison to me… and you still think that you can beat me? Oh, that's adorable."

Sherlock just stared him down.

"I thought that was Thomas," Sherlock stated simply before continuing, "I've never liked riddles."

Moriarty leaned forward, inches away from Sherlock's face, "Learn to," he told him menacingly, "Because I owe you a fall Sherlock. I. Owe. You."

The two men stared at each other for a moment before he walked out of the flat without another word.

Sherlock stood staring, not moving a muscle, despite the fact that Moriarty was no longer there.

"Sherlock?" John asked quietly.

He just stayed rooted to the spot, trying to comprehend what was going on and what was raging through his body.

"He has her, John," Sherlock told him after a moment, his voice quivering with a combination of fear and anger.

John stiffened. He hadn't heard Sherlock's voice shake like that since Baskerville; the only time when Sherlock Holmes had admitted he was afraid.

Sherlock turned and looked at him. His face was pale… but he was trying hard to hide it. John saw it blatantly in his eyes; gear, anger at Moriarty, contempt for Thomas…

John didn't know what to do. Truthfully, he had never comforted Sherlock before. The truth was, the man never truly showed emotion until he met Kylie.

He did the only thing he could; he walked over and put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder.

"I know, Sherlock. I know."

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Kylie's head was spinning.

It was dark.

Why was everything so dark?

She barely felt her head lolling side to side, unable to stop it all.

Everything was so fuzzy…

She tried to bring her hand up to her head in an attempt to steady the spinning, only to find that when she did, something dug into her wrists, stopping her arm from moving.

What the….

"Don't try to struggle gorgeous," a voice said, "it will only make it worse."

That voice… I know that voice….

…..Oh God…

Kylie's eyes shot open. She was in a dimly lit and damp room. The walls were made from iron, most of it rusted and filthy. It had probably been abandoned for years. She was seated in a chair in the center of the room in just her bra and yoga pants. Her hands had been cuffed and her feet were bound to chains that where hooked to the floor. She was tied to the chain with rope, while her mouth had been gagged with the handkerchief that was currently tied around her head.

Across from her sat the worst thing of all… Thomas.

Kylie tried to yell for help as terror shot through her once more. Her yells were useless with the gag though as she struggled with her bonds to try to get away. The fight was futile though. She was trapped.

Thomas just laughed at her.

"Trust me Kales," the young handsome man told her with a smile, "No one, and I mean no one is ever going to find you here." He walked over to her and bent down, so that he was eye level with her, "not even your precious new boyfriend," he told her as he reached out and brushed some hair out of her face.

Under his touch, a horrible fear trembled through her. That entire night came flashing back to her once more, making her want to vomit, scream, and cower all in the same moment.

Thomas smiled and leaned towards her, whispering in her ear, "I'm going to have fun with you," he taunted, "And trust me beautiful, you're going to like it. Even if it kills you."

Short again.. I know…

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