I came too in a locker room with my head pounding; John was standing just off to my right, "John? What's going on? Where are we?" He looked over at me, eyes wide and then crouched down towards me, "Klayre, thank god. How's your head?" I touched the spot where I had been hit and winced, "Sounds like a drum in my head, but it only hurts when I touch it." He nodded, "Yeah, Moriarty's man hit you pretty badly. How many fingers am I holding up?" John proceeded to hold up four fingers and wiggle them around, "Four. I'm alright you know." He sighed standing up, "I know, but for how much longer."

I stood up and looked out the window of the door. There was a swimming pool, "Huh, a pool?" Then it dawned on me what had taken place. All the facts came together in my pounding head like a movie, "Oh my god, Jim is Moriarty. He's the bomber…" My voice trailed off as I turned towards John who spoke up, "And he's going to use us against Sherlock, I imagine." I shook my head in disbelief, "But why us? What value do we have for him?" John sat down on a bench, "It's probably because we are the closest people to him." I scoffed which surprised him a little, "We are his friends, Klayre. The only ones he has." I turned back to look out at the pool, "We may consider him our friend but I doubt he thinks of us the same way. I mean you know how he feels about caring for others." John stood and walked over to me, "He cares, he just doesn't know how to show it. He's trained himself to do the exact opposite, I mean it is Sherlock."

Before we could talk anymore the door from the other side of the room opened, "Ah, sleeping beauty awakens. Now we can have a group meeting before the guest of honor arrives." His henchmen approached John, one trying to hold him still while the other strapped on a bomb. John punched one of them as I was attempting to take one of my heels off to stab the other one but Moriarty grabbed me from behind, "Now, now. Let's calm down, I have no intention of you being absent from the party," He tightened his grip as he shook me in anger a little, "…but I can arrange it if you don't cooperate."

I stopped as did John, neither one of us willing to risk the other's safety. He let go of my arms, grabbing my heel from my hands and knelt in front of me, "Up." I rolled my eyes and lifted my foot so he could put the shoe back on, "There, perfect fit. Does that mean we can get married?" My lip rose in disgust, "As if." He chuckled as the men began to wrap the bomb around John's waist. "Now, you know the drill, Dr. Watson. No talking except for when and what I tell you too. Try anything and see what happens." He grabbed my arm, "You, miss Klayre, will be the surprise ending." He pulled me out to the hallway where another man was waiting, "Hold her, while I meet with Holmes."

We were close to the door that he walked through but I couldn't hear anything beyond mumbles. Soon the man watching started walking me to another door, further down the corridor. All of a sudden, the man threw me through the door onto the poolroom floor. John had Moriarty from behind by the neck, ready for to sacrifice himself for Sherlock. Sherlock had noticed me falling into the room as John was shouting and his face went stoic. Moriarty laughed, "Oh good! My other surprise has arrived. They are so touchingly loyal, I should really get one of my own. I see why you keep them around. Especially the girl." John looked back at me and sighed as he let go.

As he backed away Moriarty dusted off his suit, "Westwood…do you know what will happen, Sherlock, if you don't leave me alone. Do you?" Sherlock still had his gun raised and shrugged a little, "Oh let me guess. I get killed." The creep acted offended, "Kill you? Mm, no. Don't be obvious. I'm going to kill you eventually, but I'm not going to rush it. I'm saving it up for something special. No, no, no, no, no." He shook his head a little bit and walked closer to him, "If you don't stop prying, I'll burn you. I will burn the heart out of you." I had been slowly making my way to Johns' side when Sherlock's reply made me stop and look into his eyes, "I have been reliably informed that I don't have one." His gaze quickly met mine and then looked back at the man in front of him who said softly, "But we both know that's not quite true." He shrugged, turning around, "Well, I'd better be off. Well, so nice to have had a proper chat."

As he started to walk away Sherlock spoke, "What if I was to shoot you now? Right now?" Moriarty looked at us before turning back towards Sherlock, "Then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face." He mocked a surprise look, "Because I'd be surprised Sherlock I really would and just a teensy bit disappointed. Of course you wouldn't be able to cherish it very long. Ciao, Sherlock Holmes." He stopped in front of me on his way out his eyes roaming over me, "Klayre…that color really does suit you." Sherlock walked over to us slowly as he went out the door, "Catch you…later." We heard a high pitched, "No you won't." Echo back into the poolroom.

We waited a few seconds after the door closed before we both started to help John out of his entrapment. Sherlock asking, "All right? Are you all right?" John's reply was weak and breathy, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Sherlock wrestled the coat off him and I pulled him into a hug that he returned quickly. Sherlock slid the bomb to the other end of the pool. He stood and looked back at me noticing the dried blood that had run down the side of my face a little, "Klayre, are you alright?" I gave a small sigh, "Yes, I'm fine." John tried to follow him as he went searching through the locker door, his legs weak from stress, he almost fell, "Oh, Christ!" I caught him and helped him lean against the wall, "Careful, John!" I looked up to Sherlock pacing back and forth, "Are you okay?" He nodded, "Me? Yeah I'm fine."

He started waving his gun around as he talked, "That, uh…thing that you did. That, umm, you offered to do…that's was uhm, good." John looked out at the pool, "I'm glad no one saw that." I looked at him, "Saw what?" He looked over at Sherlock, "Him ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk." Sherlock looked back down at him, "You would do little else." All three of us started to laugh at what we had just survived. John and I started to stand up when he noticed a red light on my chest, "Klayre-" He was cut off by Moriarty coming back though the door, "Sorry boys and girl. I'm so changeable!" We looked at each other, all of us had several lasers pointed on us as he continued, "It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't. I would try to convince you but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind." We turned back towards him; Sherlock lifting his gun to fire, "Probably my answer has crossed yours." Slowly he dropped his gun to point at the bomb.