Hiya puddin's we're diving in today! I've been reading your reviews and I am going to try and make chapters longer/covering more of the story! I hope you all enjoy. xoxo

Céline was sitting on the couch in the front room. It was still the middle of the night. Sherlock was pacing around the room, he was on the phone with Mycroft Explaining the situation. Her mind was in another place. In the background, she could hear Sherlock speaking but she wasn't paying attention to them. She was staring at her phone.

"Céline?" Sherlock asked. He saw she was checked out and not paying attention and he went and knelt in front of her. "Céline?" Céline snapped out of it and looked up at him.

"Sorry…" She shook her head. "Sorry...what?" Sherlock passed her his phone.

"It's Mycroft. He wanted to speak to you." Sherlock explained. Céline nodded and brought the phone to her ear. Sherlock could tell she was putting on a brave face and trying really hard to keep her anxiety at bay. He sighed and put his hand on her knee, gently rubbing it with his thumb to calm her.

"Hello?" Céline spoke into the phone. Mycroft's tone was worried but he was trying to hide it. He was angry that she was put in the middle of this situation with Moriarty and Sherlock.

"You're sure it was him?" Mycroft asked, needing to hear her confirm the news with her own voice.

"Yes…there's no way it was anyone else...I'm sure." Céline explained. Mycroft rubbed his eyes. There was a long moment of silence. Mycroft was worried and anxious about her safety.

"Alright…Are you okay?" Mycroft asked, dropping his defense around how he had begun to feel about Céline in favor of making sure she was alright. Céline paused for a long moment, a bit surprised by the question.

"I will be." She replied before passing the phone back to Sherlock. Sherlock stood and went into the kitchen to speak to Mycroft. When he returned to the room Céline was beginning to tear up. Her face was in her hands. Sherlock quickly rushed to her side and picked her up into his arms.

"I don't want anything to happen. Not again…" Céline began to cry. Sherlock rubbed her back, he felt defensive and responsible.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I won't let anything happen to you ever again." Sherlock spoke, nuzzling his face into her hair. The rest of the night the two held onto each other, both afraid for whatever situation they were about to be thrust into.

The next morning everything seemed normal at the Tower of London. Moriarty emerged from a car. He was dressed in tourist garb. As he made his way over to security he took various photos of the area around. As he got to security he took off his jacket and stepped through the metal detector. A beep went off and a security guard looked Moriarty over.

"Any metal objects, keys, mobile phones?" The security guard asked. Moriarty smiled and took out his phone, an apologetic look on his face. He passed it over and the security guard gave it a look before passing it back. "You can go through." Moriarty smiled and took his phone back before walking into the building. He quickly set his sights on going to a display featuring the Crown Jewels.

Céline was sitting at her desk at Scotland Yard. She had been filing paperwork quietly all day. Each minute that passed felt like forever. Lestrade noticed she had been a bit off all day and had been occasionally peaking over at her. Céline couldn't stop checking her phone. Sherlock had agreed to text her immediately if anything happened. Sherlock had assured her that nothing was going to happen. He wanted to give off the impression that he didn't believe Moriarty was going to return. But Céline knew better. She knew it was a matter of time.

Moriarty continued into the room and stood in front of the Crown Jewels. Watching them with greedy eyes. A small smirk pricked up onto his lips and he put in a pair of headphones. After plugging them into his phone he began to play an overture. In two other places, the Bank of England and Pentonville Prison, his plans were ready. After a short while of listening to Moriarty lifted his phone and scrolled through before clicking into some apps. After messing around for a moment an alarm in the Tower of London went off.

"This is an emergency. Please leave the building." An automated voice called from the speaker. People around Moriarty began to leave. When he was the only one left a guard approached him from behind.

Céline's heart stopped when she heard her phone go off. It was a security call, from the Tower of London. Her hand began to shake but she thickly swallowed down the anxiety before answering.

"Hello…" Céline began. Lestrade stood and walked to the door of his office when he saw she got the call. He wanted to see what it was about. When Céline hung up, she frantically stood and collected her things.

"Hey, slow down! What happened?" Lestrade asked, grabbing her arms and steadying her.

"Greg, we have to go. It's him." Céline spoke, her tone was serious and frantic. She pulled away and grabbed her trench coat.

"Who?" Lestrade asked, taken aback.

"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to lea…" The guard began, speaking to Moriarty. Before he could finish his sentence Moriarty turned on his heels and sprayed a chemical into his face, causing him to collapse and fall onto the ground. In a heartbeat. Moriarty turned his attention to another app and selected some options.

Céline had explained the situation and was now sitting beside Lestrade in a police car. They were rushing over to the Tower of London. Céline had been trying to get ahold of Sherlock but Moriarty had hacked into his phone and silenced her calls, unbeknownst to Céline or Sherlock.

"Hacked into the Tower of bloody London security?! How?!" Lestrade snapped. Céline hung up another call to Sherlock and as she did another call came in. Céline answered. "Tell them we're already on our way," Lestrade spoke. Céline turned sheet white and hung up the call.

"There's been another one; another break-in…. The Bank of England…" Céline spoke. She brought the knuckle of her thumb to her mouth and chewed on it anxiously for a moment before calling Mycroft.

"Céline," Mycroft answered. "I was just notified…"

Back in the Tower of London, Moriarty was drawing on the glass with a large marker. He managed to draw a large smiley face that strongly resembled the one in Sherlock's apartment. After a moment of admiring the drawing, he took out his phone for the final time and selected the final app options.

Another phone call went off on Céline's phone in the middle of her call with Mycroft. Her heart began to speed up.

"Mycroft it's another one," Céline spoke.

"Call me back once you find out where," Mycroft replied. Céline nodded and switched over the calls. Lestrade watched her from the driver's seat as they continued the drive to the Tower of London. Céline hung up after listening to the call and quickly dialed Mycroft back. She had somehow gotten even more sickly pale.

"What happened now?" Lestrade asked.

"Pentonville Prison…" Céline managed to speak through her stress. She got onto the phone with Mycroft and explained the third breach of security as she and Lestrade pulled up to the Tower of London. A group of armed officers were storming inside. Céline stepped out of the car with Lestrade and he went to go talk with the head of the armed officers.

"Mycroft. I need you to tell Sherlock. He's not answering me. I thought he was going to be on call after last night but he's not saying anything…" Céline spoke.

"I'll call him right after this. You just go do what you need to with Scotland Yard. I can keep an eye on him." Mycroft replied. Céline nodded.

"Thank you, Mycroft." Céline softly spoke before hanging up the phone and turning back to the scene. As she approached she stopped in her tracks. Moriarty was being dragged toward a police car. When he saw Céline a large smile formed on his face and he stopped for a second, struggling with the officers. He offered Céline a wink before being shoved into the back of a police car.

Sherlock had also been checking his phone all day. He had been trying to reach Céline to check in with her to no avail. He also couldn't figure out why his messages to Céline were not going through. A few hours before he had given up and his phone sat on the couch chair. Suddenly, a text alert went off. Sherlock perked up and walked over, eager to see if it was Céline. But his face quickly fell.

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Tower Hill.

Jim Moriarty x.