Aria gasped, her heart leaping to her throat as her blood rushed around her body. It was him. It was the beautiful man.
"Now Kitten go hide in the office, Daddy will pick you up." She nodded before realizing that he wouldn't be able to see her. "Yes." She whispered turning to the bookcase that covered the secret room. "Yes what princess." His voice hissed and Aria had to bite back a moan "Yes Daddy." She whispered and the man groaned "Good kitten." He then hung up as footsteps arrived upstairs. Aria quickly took a bobby pin out her hair before walking to the black book with Moriarty written down the spine.
Using the pin she pulled the book back watching the bookcase swing open silently, she made sure the book was in the correct position before closing the heavy steel door. Aria was briefly engulfed in black before the lights turned on. She walked into the room noticing that the floor was carpeted, the same soft carpet as her room. She looked around noticing the white sofa against the left wall with a small fridge filled with water and snacks next to it. On the right wall were several computer screens, each one showing a different part of her house.
She watched as armed man searched her home along with a portly man holding an umbrella. She knew who he was. Mycroft Holmes, eldest brother, British government, trying to lose weight. Pressure point Eurus and Sherlock.
She watched as he walked into her bedroom and she approached the screen noticing the button for sound she turned it on. "What is this?" Mycroft's voice filled the speakers. He looked around the room noting the red box on the bed and the flowers painted onto the walls. "Maybe he had a weird fetish?" An armed man suggested and Mycroft walked over to the desk picking up a picture of Aria and Charles. "No. He has a daughter." Mycroft muttered before storming out the room.
"MAGNUSSEN HAS A DAUGHTER FIND HER IMMEDIATELY." He roared. Aria watched silently before turning the sound of again. She walked to the middle of the room before the dam broke. She fell screaming onto her knees, her grief a raging blanket that threatened to suffocate her. She watched again and again the man firing the gun. She grabbed her hair and pulled screaming "GET OUT GET OUT." She wanted the memory gone. She fell back onto her bum, bringing her legs up and wrapping her arms around them as she cried.
She rocked backwards and forwards, time becoming meaningless. What did it matter? What could ever matter now? Her mind raced and swirled her fathers face appearing constantly along with the name Sherlock Holmes. She wanted her father back. "Come back to me. Come back to flower." She muttered as if that would bring him to her. Then she heard the door click. She scrambled back into the wall before rocking backwards and forwards. They found her, that slimy man and his men.
"Hello Kitten." She stilled hearing that voice but didn't look up, she felt frozen like she couldn't move. She heard the muffled steps approach her as a large hand trailed down the side of her face. He traveled down to her chin where he lifted up her face. She screwed her eyes shut whimpering in fear. Was this a trick?
"Open your eyes Kitten." His breath washed over her face and she slowly opened her blue eyes to meet brown. Her eyes widened. It was him and he was even more beautiful than she remembered. "There's my kitten's pretty eyes." He whispered his hand moving to her cheek. She whimpered leaning into his large hand, finding comfort in his touch. The man smiled as she did so.
"Let's get you out of here princess." He spoke before moving his hand. Aria looked confused until he grabbed her knees and shoulders. He swung her into his arms, as if she weighed nothing. Her head resting on his shoulder her hands clutching his black suit. He walked her out the room and she closed her eyes. She didn't want to see her home, it felt wrong if her father wasn't there. She moved a hand and gently held the diamond rose he had given her earlier that day. The man walked silently but she could hear other people moving. She assumed they were his men.
The cold air then blasted Aria causing her to turn her head into the man's chest. Then came warmth along with the smell of leather, petrol and the faint scent of gunpowder. They were in a car and a man who fired a gun regularly was driving. The man shifted her so she was curled up on his lap, her head still in his chest. "Kitten, look at me sweetness." Aria obeyed, moving her head away from his chest, looking at his face. He looked the same, same eyes, hair, beautiful facial structure but the expression was different. Last time it was smiles this time it was closed mouth, relaxed skin and tender eyes.
"Do you know my name kitten?" He asked and Aria shook her head. He lent down his mouth next to her ear causing her to shiver "Do you want to know?" She almost moaned, his voice had become even huskier "Yes Daddy." She replied and the man chuckled "Good girl." He paused for a second "My name is Jim Moriarty." Aria tried to keep it in but her small moan slipped out at the sound of his name. Jim growled pulling her tighter to him "Careful Kitten. Unless you want me to take you here." Aria shuddered at his voice but shook her head. No she didn't want to here.
He sat back, his mouth away from her ear and she curled up her head now resting in the dip between his collarbone and neck. The car started and drove away, the rocking motions sending her to sleep.
Jim Moriarty was not having a good day. His silly little ordinary people had made a mess, one that he would have to get cleaned up. He swung around in his office chair bored. Since the fall he had been bored. Sherlock had been fun until he lost. Sherlock was always meant to survive. Eurus had a game waiting for him after all. What a delight Eurus was, such insanity hidden inside such genius. He would've wanted her for himself only he had a much more special girl in mind. His little Kitten.
What a kitten she was, so dainty and pretty. Even now she was such a little thing, having grown into her looks. He was going to have fun when she arrived. Magnussen had agreed that she would be his when she turned 21 or if something happened to him. He knew Charles was currently playing with Sherlock just as Eurus wanted. Soon it would be his turn, those little messages to drive Sherlock into Eurus. Then after she was finished he would come in with a final devastating blow.
"Sir you have a call." His receptionist told him and he sighed picking up the phone. He was silent as the other side sniffled before saying the magic words "Et INTERMINOR, flos populos in custodiam divisa". Moriarty closed his eyes, kitten was finally his. "On the way kitten." He told her delighting in her muffled gasp. "Now Kitten go hide in the office, Daddy will pick you up." He demanded. "Yes." She whispered but that wasn't what he wanted. "Yes what princess." He hissed, he needed her to say it. "Yes Daddy." He groaned, oh that beautiful voice. "Good kitten." He then hung up. "SEBASTIAN!" He screamed watching as his loyal tiger ran into the room.
"Yes Boss." Moriarty grinned "It's time. Rally the boys, my kitten is finally coming to her daddy." Sebastian raised an eyebrow "Right away boss." He turned and walked out the room shouting out orders. He leaned back imagining his kitten sat across his lap, flowers in her hair and Jim carved into her heart.