I can't believe how long this writers block has hindered me. A lot has also happened, in my personal life, so I haven't been able to write or had the inspo to write- but I finally sat down and just... cranked it out! And here we have the finale of 'Season 1' Sherlock. For Season 2, I'm hoping to have more... not-sherlock scenes, try to creatively incorporate other things- and bring in Blakely more for some more interaction between Anna and her, because I get serious click-vibes from them. Anyone else?

We're also that much closer to bringing in the Criminal Minds cast, because they'll be introduced after Season 2, so yay!

And yes. I swapped out John for Anna in this important scene because I felt it fit better. Does that take away a cute Johnlock scene? Yes. But I promise I'll make up for it somehow, okay? Have a cookie. Or a muffin. Whatever floats your ship.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or Criminal Minds- just lil' ole Anna.

Night had fallen on the long day, now the three of them sat within the warmth of 221 B Baker Street, the television playing in the background as Anna checked her phone.

"Jim hasn't texted me at all today… its unusual for him…" Anna thought, brow furrowed in thought, jolting slightly when her brother yells indignantly at the telly.

"No, no no! Of course he's not the boy's father! Look at the turn-ups on his jeans!" Sherlock frowned as he gestured towards the glaring screen, before folding his arms back against him in a huff. John shakes his head, resuming typing on his laptop.

"Knew it was dangerous."

"Hmm?"

"Getting you into crap telly."

"If you only knew," Anna muttered with a chuckle.

"Hmm. Not a patch on Connie Price though," Sherlock shrugged in indifference.

"You get around to giving Mycroft the memory stick, Sherlock? Sooner the better," Anna noted, briefly glancing out the window before turning her attention back to the two males.

"Yep. He was over the moon. Threatened me with Knighthood – again."

"Of course he did," Anna scoffed," We do one thing for the country and suddenly it's a political extravaganza."

"You know, I'm still waiting," John interjected, turning around in his chair to face Sherlock.

"Hmm?"

"For you to admit that a little knowledge of the Solar System and you'd have cleared up the fake painting a lot quicker."

"Didn't do you any good, did it?" Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"No, but I'm not the world's only consulting detective."

"True," Sherlock smiled," Besides. That's what I have Anna for."

"Next time I might not be there to save your arse Sherlock."

John gave a small sigh as he closed the lid of his laptop and stood up, brushing his shirt in aimless thought," I won't be in for tea. I'm going to Sarah's. There's still some of that risotto left in the fridge if either of you get hungry."

"Mm!" Sherlock muttered; his eyes focused on the screen.

"I'm actually going to head out too…" Anna said, standing up from the couch, thinking to herself," Since Jim apparently is too busy…"

"I'll walk you out," John offered with a smile, before he stopped at the door, patting down his shirt.

"Uh, milk. We need milk."

"I'll get some," Sherlock offered, causing his flat mate and sister to both look at him in disbelief.

"Really?"

"Really."

"And some beans, then?"

"Mm," Sherlock gave a nod, his attention still on the tv screen. John and Anna exchanged looks, but with a shrug they both walked down the steps and onto the chilly night street.

"Uh, everything… alright?" John asked, as they both walked towards the street, where John hailed a cab.

"Yeah, why?"

"You just seemed… distracted? Maybe it's nothing…"

"Nah it's just… I'm seeing this guy—normally he texts me every morning, without fail. He never texted me this morning… so I'm just a little lost, I guess."

"I'm sure he'll turn up. Probably just got busy or something," John offered, as the cab stopped at the curb beside him and he opened the door.

"Perhaps," Anna sighed," Kinda hope. He's a catch."

"He's a lucky guy," John smiled, causing Anna to smile in response," Good night, Anna."

"Night John."

She watched as he got in the cab and it drove off into the night, before slowly making her way down the sidewalk. It was a bit of a walk to her flat, but it gave Anna some thinking time. According to her therapist—time to think was good. As she approached an intersection, her phone began to ring. Stopping, she pulled it out of her pocket, eyebrow quirking at the caller ID.

"Little late for social calls, Jim."

"Now, now, love. You know what we have is more than social. I do apologize for the lack of contact today though. Been so busy here."

"What, was there a cyber-attack or virus that needed maimed?" Anna asked sarcastically.

"You could say."

"I never know whether you're being serious or not."

"I'm dead serious. In fact—I can show you how serious I'm being."

"What—you want me to come to the Yard? It's kind of a bland date."

"Oh, we're not going to the Yard, my dearest Holmes. No. You're coming to the Pool."

"The pool? What—"

Suddenly an arm wrapped around her midsection, one around her face as it smothered her with a chloroform rag. Her phone dropped from her hand, tumbling to the ground as the man hoisted her over his shoulder and into the darkened alley, where an unmarked van waited with the side door opened.

0o0o0o

"Now be a good girl, Annie love. Stay right… where you… are…" the earpiece buzzed as she gritted her teeth in annoyance.

Annoyed at the situation.

Annoyed at Jim.

Annoyed at herself.

How could she have been so blind? Jim had played her from the beginning—and she let herself fall for it.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

"I swear off all further relationships," she thought to herself, remaining still as stone. Anna knew she had to remain calm. She couldn't let herself freeze or panic.

Jim obviously had a plan. He wouldn't kill her before—

Outside the room she was in, Anna heard a door squeal open, footsteps getting closer.

"Brought you a little getting-to-know-you-present."

"Dammit Sherlock."

"Oh, that's what it's all been for, hasn't it? All your little puzzles; making me dance – all to distract me from this."

"Now, Annie. You will repeat everything I say. Nothing more, nothing less. Do you… Understand?"

Anna could hear the unspoken threat in his voice and took a deep breath, letting out a grunt in answer.

"Good girl. Now—go say hello to dear Sherlock."

Carefully, Anna walked out of the room and turned the corner, hands tucked in the jacket pocket. Sherlock looked at his sister in surprise—could she really…?

"Evening," Anna repeated, face void of all emotion, as Sherlock lowered his hand slowly still in disbelief," This is a turn-up, isn't it, Sherlock?"

"Anna. What the hell…?"

"Bet you never saw this coming."

Sherlock finally made slow steps in Anna's direction. His own sister—could she really be responsible for this? Could she be in Moriarty's pocket? She was smart enough—there was no doubt to the Consulting Detective on his sisters brilliance. Anna removed her hands from her pockets, ever so carefully and pulled open the jacket to reveal the bomb strapped to her chest. From above them, hidden carefully, a sniper's laser immediately began to dance over the bomb—the unspoken threat there.

"What… would you like me… to make her say… next?"

Sherlock took more steps towards Anna, but was now looking everywhere but at his sister, as he tried to see what else was in the area.

"Gottle o'geer… gottle o'geer…" Anna began, but the panic had begun to set in, and she felt her chest heave in a silent sob," Gottle o'geer."

"Stop it," Sherlock demanded, looking towards his sister—in a sense, at whoever was controlling her.

"N-nice touch, this: the pool where little Carl died. I stopped him."

Sherlock noticed his sisters face pale ever so slightly and she tried to control her breathing.

"I can stop Annalise Holmes, too."

Sherlock watched the laser stop right over Anna's heart, her eyes closing in a panic to remain calm.

"Stop her heart."

Sherlock turned in his spot, looking around in a vein effort to find who was doing this; he looked in all directions, asking out," Who are you?"

The two siblings heard a door on the far side of the pool open, the Irish voice ringing out," I gave you my number. I thought you might call…. But Imagine my surprise when little Annie called me up instead."

Sherlock turned towards the voice, standing tall and still as stone, peering through the distance at the man who was still half hidden. Jim slowly walks out into the open, his footsteps echoing as he got closer and closer to the Holmes'. He came to a stop at one end of the pool, leaving some distance between them.

"Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket…" Jim asked playfully, as Sherlock reached down to his trouser pocket and removed a pistol, as Jim continued," Or are you just pleased to see me?"

"Both," Sherlock answered, raising the pistol and aiming it at Jim who merely looked back at Sherlock unafraid.

"Jim Moriarty. Hi!"

Anna kept taking deep breaths, watching her brother out of her peripheral vision as he interacted with Jim. Sherlock tilted his head, looking closely at the man as if he was trying to place where he knew him.

"Jim? Jim from the hospital?"

Anna heard more footsteps, only being able to assume that Jim was coming closer to them—to which Sherlocks actions only confirmed her suspicions. He brought up his other hand to steady the pistol, supporting his aim.

"Oh. Did I really make such a fleeting impression on you? But then, I suppose. That was rather the point. Annie here contacting me… that gave me some entertainment for a bit."

Sherlock's eyes flickered briefly to his sister as the sniper's laser flickered over her upper chest.

"Don't be silly," Jim said, walking closer still yet," Someone else is holding the rifle. I don't like to get my hands dirty." The footsteps stopped within three feet behind Anna, causing her to take a deep, shaky breath.

"I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world. I'm a specialist, you see…. Like you!"

"Dear Jim. Please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lover's nasty sister? Dear Jim. Please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America?"

"Just so."

Anna had to focus on them—on Jim. She knew now that he was capable of anything—but she knew that her mental state needed to be kept calm. If she let herself panic, even just slightly… it could be the end.

Of her.

Of Sherlock.

She allowed herself to block them out—but only partially. Her ears kept focused on their words—but she closed her eyes and focused on her breathing.

In. One, two, three. Out.

In. One, two, three. Out.

In. One, two-

"That's what people DO!" Jim's sudden shout caused Anna to jump in surprise, and she immediately worked to regain her composure, her heart rate slowly climbing back down.

"Oh, Annie. Darling—I… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to… startle you," Jim mused, his voice full of mock care.

"I will stop you," Sherlock softly told him, his voice stern and determined.

"No, you won't."

Sherlock turned his attention away from Moriarty, looking over to his sister.

"You alright?"

Anna kept her gaze away from her brother—remembering the zero contact, zero acknowledgement order given to her earlier.

"You can talk, Annie girl. Go ahead," Jim smirked.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Anna looked up at her brother—and instead of following instructions, she merely nodded her head once—but Sherlock could see.

He knew she was getting close to a breaking point.

Sherlock took one hand off the pistol and extended his hand towards Jim, holding out the memory stick towards him.

"Take it."

"Huh? Oh! That!" Jim walked past Anna, reaching out with a grin," The missile plans!"

Anna could feel her entire body softly shaking, could feel the panic building. Then she saw it.

The opening.

"Bor-ring! I could have gotten them anywhere." Jim nonchalantly tossed the memory stick into the pool—and that's when Anna took her chance.

Her only chance.

She raced forward and hopped onto Jim's back, wrapping her arms around his head and neck.

"Sherlock, run! Go!"

Sherlock watched on in surprise, but kept his pistol aimed at Jim.

To their surprise, Jim began to laugh in delight.

"Oh! Good. Very good. You know you can't overpower me love."

"No but I'll take us both down if it's the last thing I do," Anna told him determinedly.

Sherlock looked up, a little anxious as to the action the sniper might take at Anna's action.

"Your sniper pulls that trigger, we both go up," Anna grunted into Jim's ear.

Jim looked to Sherlock, a mock pout," Isn't she sweet? I can see why you like having this sibling around. But then… people do get sentimental about the younger ones… the ones they train. She's almost like a pet! Or a Mini-me! Isn't she, Sherlock?"

Anna grimaced in anger, tightening her grip on Jim's head.

"So touchingly loyal. But, oops!"

Jim grins briefly towards Anna, then looks towards Sherlock—and she follows his gaze before a slightly horrified expression falls over her face.

"You've rather shown your hand there, Annie love."

Another laser appears on Sherlocks forehead, joining the one on his chest. Anna's hold on Jim slackens, as she lets go and lets her feet gently fall to the floor, standing limply behind Jim, as Sherlock shakes his head slightly.

"Gotcha!"

Anna takes a step away from Jim, her hands slowly raising in surrender, as Moriarty dusts his suit off and straightens it.

"Westwood!" Jim explained indignantly, before calmly looking at Sherlock," D'you know what happens if you don't leave me alone, Sherlock, to you?"

"Oh let me guess," Sherlock replied in a bored tone," I get killed."

"Kill you?" Jim grimaced," N-no. Don't be obvious. I mean, I'm gonna kill you anyway. Some day. I don't wanna rush it though. I'm saving it up for something special. No-no-no-no-no. If you don't stop prying, I'll burn you. I'll burn the heart out of you."

"I have been reliably informed that I don't have one."

Jim looked at Sherlock, before rolling his neck to glance over at Anna, and then back to Sherlock with a grin," But we both know that's not quite true."

Sherlock blinked involuntarily, damming himself for letting that show as Jim placed his hands in his pockets, looking around the room.

"Well, I'd better be off. So nice to have a proper chat."

Sherlock raised his pistol higher and extends it closer to Jim's head," What if I was to shoot you now – right now?"

Anna looked to her brother in slight surprise. Would he?

Still taking her deep breaths, Anna noticed the corners of her eyes… her peripheral… it seemed fuzzy, almost like static. Upon noticing that, her heart rate sped up despite her attempts to keep it low and steady. Her hands were clammy, and she felt like she would throw up any minute as the bomb around her seemed to get tighter around her.

"Ciao, Sherlock Holmes. Bye Annie," Jim said in the distance, as Anna could only focus on the panic that was building despite her attempts to not let it.

"Catch… you… later…"

"No, you won't!"

Suddenly, Anna felt someone jerking at the constriction on her chest and she was barely aware of Sherlock standing right in front of her.

"Alright?" Sherlock asked her, and when he got no answer he asked more urgently," Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah I—I'm fine," Anna breathed, her hands shaking at her sides as Sherlock unfastened the vest and hurried around behind his sister, yanking off the jacket and the bomb.

The static in her vision began to slowly fade and she felt like she could breathe once more. Sherlock tore the jacket from her body and quickly chucked it down the pool hall, as it came to a stop near the far end.

"Why—" Anna breathed, bent over with her hands on her knees in support. She reached up and yanked the earbud from her ear, breathing heavily as she tried to calm herself back down. Sherlock looked at his sister, torn on how to comfort her, before he bent down to pick the pistol back up and raced to the door Jim disappeared from. Anna's knees buckled on her, toppling her to the cold tile beneath her, her palms flat against it in an effort to support her upper body from falling the rest of the way. Closing her eyes, she focused on breathing.

In. One, two, three. Out.

In. One, two, three. Out.

Footsteps alerted her to Sherlock rejoining her, and she opened her eyes- watching as her brother paced the empty room.

"Are you- are you okay?" Anna asked him.

"Me? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine. Fine," Sherlock answered, still pacing and scratching his head with the gun, as Anna lowered her gaze to the floor below again.

Anna would remind herself later to talk to him about that.

Now was not the time.

Nor did she have the mental energy to quip back and forth with him.

"I—I'm glad… no one saw that…"

"Hmm?"

Anna looked up at her brother, slight humor reflected in her eyes as she explained, " You- ripping off my clothes in a darkened swimming pool. It's incestuous, Sherlock. People talk enough about us- we don't need to give them more ammo against us. People talk."

Sherlock, finally having stopped pacing, shrugged in response," People do little else."

He let a small grin cross his features, as Anna let out a soft snort of laughter, grinning herself. Sherlock laced a hand in her elbow area and helped his sister stand, her knees still slightly shaking but her breathing having almost returned to normal.

Everything seems to stop though, as the lasers reappear on both Sherlock and Anna, and the door to the pool slammed open. Jim waltzed through, clapping his hands together as he faced the siblings.

"So sorry! I'm soooooo changeable!"

Anna sighed in annoyance, as Sherlock kept his back to Jim, looking up at the gallery in an attempt to figure out how many snipers may or may not be up there. Had to be quite a few, as Anna had at least two laser points and three or more for Sherlock.

Jim laughed and spread his arms wide.

"It's a weakness with me but, to be fair, it is my only weakness."

He put his arms down as Sherlock finally turned to face him.

"You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't. I would try to convince you but…" Jim said, as his voice became high pitched," … everything I have to say has already crossed your minds!"

Sherlock looked down to his left at his sister, as Anna looked up at him. The two seemingly shared the same train of thought, as Anna gave him a small nod- giving Sherlock the go-ahead to do what he was planning on. Her hand began to tremble once more, but Anna paid it no mind. Whatever happened in the next few minutes- Happened.

Sherlock turned his attention back to Jim," Probably, our answer has crossed yours."

He rose his arm with the pistol and aimed it at Jim, who merely smiled confidently at the pair, no fear in his eyes. Slowly Sherlock lowered the pistol down until the aim was directly at the bomb jacket, laying on the floor close to where Jim stood. All three sets of eyes locked on the jacket, Anna trying to remain as calm as Sherlock was. Jim, with a tilt of his head, was looking a little anxious for the first time.

As Sherlock holds a steady hand, continuing to aim at the jacket, Jim meets their gaze and locks eyes with the Holmes'—before a smile begins to form, causing Sherlock's eyes to narrow slightly.

Anna slowly reached across the small distance and slid her hand into Sherlocks.

If this was it, then so be it; she was with her brother, her first real friend.