Notes: Hello, you lovely people hope you are all well and keeping, It's been a while sorry about but now finished my all education possibly forever so I have more time to write. I'm uploading this at midnight (my time) because now it's technically my birthday (Yay!) I thought I might treat you all to this chapter.

Disclaimer All that is Canon belongs to Gatiss, Moffat and the BBC and anyone I don't know about. The only characters I own are Sam and Jen. This chapter does contain dialogue from the episode so please don't sue me.

So we are heading into near ending season 2 territory. Get read and Enjoy!

After her meeting with Sherlock, Sam noticed how his cases were keeping him busier than normal. She did not even see him on her last visit to London as he was helping a man who was finally reunited with his family. He kept in contact with an odd text here or there.

They got me a tie pin as a thank you gift. I do not wear tie's - SH.

This was one of many texts she received from him.

Think on the bright side now you do not have to buy Mycroft a birthday present, just re-gift it along with the cufflinks you did not like, and he should be happy.– S

Two days later she had a text from him again.

Did you suggest to Lestrade to get me that hat? – SH

Possibly. I mean, what can I say, I like the hat. – S

I thought you only 'torture' Mycroft. – SH

Only Mycroft? Where is the fun in that? Just so you know, Mum likes the hat! – S

"Why is it always the hat photograph?" Sherlock complained a few days later in Baker Street.

John ignored him, still reading the newspaper, frustrated with what they had published. "Bachelor John Watson."

"What kind of hat is it, anyway?"

"Bachelor? What they hell are they implying?"

Sherlock kept on inspecting the hat. "Is it a cap? Why has it got two fronts?"

"It's a deerstalker," John explained before going back to the newspaper. "Frequently seen in the company of bachelor John Watson."

"Is it like some sort of death Frisbee?" Sherlock said, getting ready to throw it.

"Okay," John said, looking up from the papers. "This is too much. We need to be more careful."

"It's got flaps. Earflaps, it's an ear hat, John." He threw the hat, finally catching on to what his flatmate was saying. "What do you mean, more careful?"

"I mean, this isn't a deerstalker now. It's a Sherlock Holmes hat. I mean that you're not a private detective anymore." John lifted his hand, displaying a slight gap between his fingers. "You're this far from famous."

"Oh, it'll pass."

"It better pass. Sherlock, because what if the press finds out about Sam?"

Sherlock looked at him. "They won't find out about her. Sam is hidden."

"The press will dig into your past. They always do. She could have her life turned upside down. Just like that." John snapped his fingers.

"I don't see how they could find out about her. I didn't know about her for almost twelve years."

"Yes, you do know about her now. One wrong move and her face will be all over the papers."

"You're exaggerating, John. Mycroft has worked tirelessly; I imagine, making sure no one will ever know the name, Sam Holmes."

"Yes, but you're forgetting something aren't you, Sherlock?"

Sherlock turned to his flatmate with a bemused expression. "Oh really? What's that?"

"Moriarty knows about Sam. He could go to the papers."

Sherlock leapt up from his chair and picked up his violin and set it on his shoulder, preparing to play. "I'm sure if he wanted to do that, he would have done it by now."

Before John could reply, music filled the flat, signalling the end of the conversation.

Sherlock's eyes snapped with shock as John passed him the phone. "He's back."

Come and play.

Tower Hill

Jim Moriarty x.

So many thoughts rushed through his head all at once. His top priority was finding out what this fresh development was with the case. His second thought was of his daughter.

Getting up and walking away from his microscope, he put his phone to his ear and made a call to the last person he wanted to speak to.

"Brother mine. He is back. Have Sam sent to Mummy's. I just want to make sure nothing happens to her this time."

John stood there in his dressing-gown and watched as Sherlock stayed silent for a moment as a reply was spoken.

"And have Molly sent too. Sam will want her mum." After a second Sherlock hung up the phone.

"So?" John asked.

"Get dressed. George needs our help. Mycroft is having a car sent. It should be here soon."

John walked to the stairs to head to his bedroom. "Where exactly are we going?"

"The Tower of London."

Sam sat in her science class, hating every second. She did not get why she had to learn any of it. Most of it she knew she would never use in her actual day-to-day life. Deep down she was not like her parents in this aspect of her life. They both lived and breathed the subject. It was the one small reminder of her day; it was another thing that set her apart from them. A voice in her head kept saying the words of disappointment. She tried to ignore it and continue on with the class.

Stacey, who sat next to her nudged her arm and whispered. "You okay?"

Sam replied quietly. "Yeah. I think so. Just have this odd sensation something will happen."

"Fire alarm?"

Sam shook her head. "No, something else. Something worse."

Just then a knock came at the door of the classroom.

"Enter," yelled Mr Gilbert.

David walked in, looking slightly worried.

"Yes?" Mr Gilbert asked. "What can I do for you?"

"Sam needs to leave immediately."

"Has this come from the headmaster?"

"No, sir, the British Government."

Sam tensed, 'If Mycroft is getting me out of school, this must be serious,' she thought to herself.

"Will she be back in time for the second hour?" Mr Gilbert asked.

"I'm afraid not. I can't say any more. It's all very confidential." David turned to Sam. "Come, Sam, the car is ready outside. I packed your technology. It's all waiting for you."

"Sam, what does he mean, the British government?" Stacey asked, confused.

Sam ignored her as she got down from the table. She grabbed her crutch off the floor and was glad she was now down to one. She could feel all the eyes of every student on her. She would have loved to have known what they were thinking at that moment. "Tell Jen I will text her when I can, and if I'm allowed, she can explain anything. I will let her know what you can know."

"See you later, sir," Sam said as she followed David out of the classroom.

They walked down the corridor in silence until they made it inside the lift. "What is this all about?"

"Not here, Sam. I do not know who could be listening. I'll tell you in the car."

They remained silent for the rest of their walk to the car, only giving a polite bit of small talk to the school receptionist as they signed her out. Sam kept glancing at David, trying to read him to see if she could guess what was going on. Nothing worked, he was as blank-faced as Mycroft at Christmas.

David waited until they had been on the road for five minutes before speaking. "It's Moriarty. He has come back."

Sam remained silent, processing the information. "I had a feeling it wouldn't be long. Where is he?"

"In a cell."

"Really? Has something big happened?"

David explained the news that Sam had missed while being in her lesson.

"So it said Get Sherlock?"

"Yes. That is why you are out of school. Sherlock is worried for your safety after last time."

"Oh, I thought it was Mycroft who got me out," Sam admitted, feeling shocked. "He's starting to think like a parent."

"No." David corrected her. "He's starting to act like one."

"So, where are we heading?"

"Your Grandparents' house, and your mum is heading there too."

Sam relaxed back into her seat, putting a headphone in each ear. "It will be good to see Mum, but next time Sherlock or Mycroft need to get me out of school, I request the helicopter. It would be so much easier."

In an hour and a half, Sam found herself in front of her grandparents' house. It had felt like a long time since she had been there last. She felt excited to see them but nervous under such dangerous circumstances. She pressed the doorbell and heard the ringing noise come from the other side.

Grandma Holmes opened the door within thirty seconds. "Sam, darling, you're home. Come in, I have some of your other clothes set out. I had a feeling you would want to get out of the school uniform. Then I can get you a snack if you're hungry."

Sam greeted her with a hug as she stepped into the house. "Thanks, Grandma, that all sounds lovely."

"That's a good girl. It's all just in the downstairs loo, thought it would be easier than you trying to get up the stairs with the crutch."

"Thank you," Sam said as she walked away.

Mrs Holmes turned her attention to David. "There is a cup of tea for you in the kitchen."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Now by any chance can you tell me what is really going on Mikey hasn't told me anything. Even when he tells me something, it's always sugar-coated. A mother can always tell when her son is keeping something from her and lying to her face."

"Of course ma'am, though it will probably be best if we do it when Sam is out of earshot. She knows enough of why she is here, but not the full extent."

"I think you are quite right."

"You seem to be getting around a lot better." Grandpa Holmes said to Sam as they watched tv.

"It's getting easier each day."

"I missed you. Do you know that?"

"But I call you most days."

"It's not the same, though."

"I missed you too Gramps. I wish I could spend more time here."

"But school is where you need to be."

Sam nodded as they both fell back into silence and continued watching the tv.

It was only half an hour later when the sounds of a helicopter preparing to land in the back garden could be heard. David walked into the living room with Mrs Holmes not far behind. "Sam, that will be your parents."

"Mum and Sherlock flew here in the helicopter?" She got off the sofa, looking out the patio doors to see her father lend a helping hand to her mother as they stepped on to the ground.

"Yes," David confirmed. "Sherlock wanted your mum to be driven here as quickly as possible. But Mycroft decided it would be easier for everyone if they turned up together. The helicopter was the quickest option."

"Still hoping I get the helicopter next time," Sam grumbled as she sat back down and got more comfortable on the settee again.

"If there is a next time," Gramps quickly quipped.

Molly and Sherlock quickly entered the Holmes home. "Oh, hello everyone," Molly said, feeling herself become nervous with all the eyes on her. "Sam, are you okay?"

"I'm good as I can be in considering the situation we are in."

"Did you make it here safely?" Sherlock asked.

"No!" Sam replied dryly. "We got attacked by six tigers, almost stomped on by five hippos and were almost mugged by a giraffe."

"Huh?" Sherlock's blank expression glanced back to Sam.

"I'm being sarcastic. The journey here was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Oh," Sherlock said, Sam could see the joke flew over his head. "So I take it you understand why you are here."

"Moriarty, a couple of a harmless break-ins, and he wants you." Sam counted on her fingers.

"Yes, to some degree you are correct."

"Is he still in prison tonight?"

"Yes, he is."

Molly walked over to the sofa and sat down next to her daughter. "That's where he should stay."

"I take it there will be a trial?" Mr Holmes asked.

"Yes, Mycroft is having his people handle it. Think he said it should happen within the next two months. Don't really know, I stopped listening at that point. John will probably post it on his blog as he does with everything else."

"Two months! That is pretty quick for a case to go to trial, isn't it?" Mrs Holmes questioned.

"Yes, well, you know Mycroft likes to have things sorted pretty quickly?"

"Sherlock, will you have to testify?"

The detective thought for a moment. "It would be the most likely conclusion that I will."

"Oh, okay." Sam's face fell slightly, knowing her father would once again have to come face to face with Moriarty.

Sam watched as her grandmother quickly starts to realise her parents would want to talk to her alone. "How about we go make you all a cup of tea and rustle up some food?"

"I'll help you." Grandpa Holmes quickly replied as he got up off the sofa.

David quickly followed suit, saying he had government work he needed to sort out.

Once they were alone, Sherlock sat on the settee in the spot his father had been moments ago. "Moriarty won't be able to hurt me in the courtroom, Sam."

"I know." She admitted. "I just don't want you to have to be anywhere near him."

"In the line of work I do, I will never be officially safe. This is the most secure I will ever be in the company of a man like him."

Sam jolted forwards quickly as she remembered something. "Mum, am I still going to be able to go on the school trip to Paris in two weeks?"

"I'd like to think so," Sam watched as Molly glance at Sherlock to see what he thought.

"You have a school trip to Paris?" he stared blankly at her.

"Yes. It's been planned for ages. I'm gone Monday to Friday with the school. Mum has paid for it and everything."

"Mycroft did talk with the school about security and who would be looking after Sam."

"Wait, we just let the school and a few of Mycroft's minions watch her as she goes to a foreign country without us?"

"If you want to phrase it that way, then yes, that is pretty much it," Molly confirmed.

"Mum, please, can I still go?"

"No," Sherlock said. "It's not safe, especially after what has just happened."

"But I've been looking forward to this for ages. Mum, can't you both talk to Mycroft and work something out? Please." Sam begged. "It's one of those things that has been getting me through recovery, knowing I have this trip with my friends."

"Sherlock and I will talk with your uncle, but that will be after you are in bed."

"What's happening tonight then?"

"We are all going to stay here," Sherlock jumped in. "Then in the morning your mother and I will head back to London. Mycroft has arranged for you to stay till the end of the weekend, then go back to school."

"Yes!"

"Though no telling your friends why you are out of school. He said you can tell Jen some details but only the basics."

"Okay."

After all the Holmeses had dined, it wasn't long before Sam and her grandparents were heading to bed. The business of the day had tired them all out.

As she lay in bed, she could hear only faint noises of her mum and dad on the phone to her uncle. She kept hoping something would work out, and they would allow her to go on the trip.

Quickly grabbing her phone from her bedside table, she fired off a couple of texts to Jen explaining her quick disappearing act.

At my grandparents' place.

Parents here, too.

M is back.

Trouble is ahead.

Will be back on Sunday – S

Sherlock perched lightly on the edge of Sam's bed as he gently tried to wake her up.

"Sherlock?" she questioned, as she began to leave the dream world.

"Wanted to talk to you before everyone else."

"I can see that," she said.

Sherlock noticed how she rubbed her eyes and let out a yawn.

"Your mother and I spoke with Mycroft about your trip."

The detective could see that his daughter was nervous, but a small smile was creeping across her face. "And?" she asked.

"It seems that you can still go."

Sam leapt forward, hugging him tightly. "Thank you so much, Sherlock, thank you, thank you," she repeated over and over again.

He hugged her back, not wanting to forget the feeling. This wasn't the first time she had hugged him, but this was different, it wasn't Sam planning on hugging him. It was automatic, like all the hugs Sam gave Molly. He wanted to memorise it and place it in his mind palace in case it never happened again. "You're very welcome, Sam."

Notes: So Sam's heading to Paris and Moriarty is back on the scene. What is Sherlock going to do next who knows (Well me and you when it written and published.)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter sorry that it is a bit shorter than normal.

As always thank you goodshipsherlollipop for beta reading this for me. I am so grateful