I had to get David Tennant in here somewhere.

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The car drove off before Faye could do anything about it, like jump out and scream to high heaven. Instead of rattling the door handle in panic and begging to be let out, like she desperately wanted to, she just put her seatbelt on and leant back in the chair.

"So, who are you then?" She asked, "Because you don't work for Mycroft. I would know, he introduces me to any staff I may come into contact with." The man nodded.

"Quite right, Miss Newbarns. My boss is in an entirely different line of work to Mr Holmes." He explained, "He is quite keen to meet with you."

"There must have been a better way than kidnapping me in broad daylight." She pointed out, "How far away is he? I have to get home to my daughter."

"I'm sure you're daughter will be fine with Dr Watson." The man purred, "That comes with your cooperation, naturally." Faye stiffened, her skin prickling. She knew the unspoken threat in those words and she turned to him, eyes blazing.

"Are you seriously threatening a baby?" She asked sharply, "Because if you want anything from me, do not bring my daughter into this." She crossed her arms and settled into the seat, ending the conversation until they pulled to a stop, only maybe ten minutes away from where they'd stolen her from. At her confused look, the man chuckled.

"Why walk when you can be driven?" He offered, unbuckling himself and opening the door, "This way, Miss Newbarns." Not having any other option, Faye climbed out of the car and frowned at the warehouse they were in front of. Reminded of what John told her of his first meeting with Mycroft, she followed the man into the space. Her eyes glanced around at all the workers stacking and packing items into boxes, or loading them into large vans. It seemed like a normal storage warehouse, shipping stock out to the companies that have bought it. She was lead to an office at the far end and the man opened the door, making sure she went in first. Behind the desk was a rather tall, skinny man with black hair and a pair of glasses perched on his nose. He looked up, smiling in his own attempt at a friendly smile.

"Ah, Miss Newbarns. I'm glad you could make it." He told her, placing his pen down on his desk.

"It's not like I had much of a choice." She replied, "Where am I?" He stood up, motioning to the wall lazily.

"Our warehouse, did Simon not explain?" He looked pointedly at the man who had kidnapped her.

"He didn't even tell me his name was Simon." She replied, "Or who, indeed, you are." He walked around the desk, leaning on the front of the desk, looking slightly disapproving at his little minion. It was a look she'd seen on Mycroft's face when dealing with his own and it was slightly disconcerting.

"I do apologise." He replied smoothly, "I'm Sebastian Moran, welcome to my little home." He smirked smugly and she nodded.

"Okay, Mr Moran." She started, "Let me make one thing clear. I have no idea who you are, or why you want me, but I do not take kindly to anyone threatening my daughter." He frowned, obviously surprised and displeased by this.

"Who threatened your daughter?" He asked and she nodded behind her.

"Your friend Simon here." She snapped, "I'm afraid it's got my back up. No one threatens my daughter."

"Quite right as well." He replied, standing up straight, "Apologise, Simon." He demanded, surprising her slightly.

"But, sir..." Simon began in defence and Sebastian's face contorted in pure fury at being defied.

"Apologise!" He screamed. Faye took a step back and Simon nodded, terrified of his boss.

"Of course." He stuttered before nodding his head at Faye, "My apologies, Miss Newbarns." Unsure of how to react, she just shot him a queasy smile. The anger dropped of Sebastian's face and he smiled at his minion once more.

"Well done, Simon. Off you pop." More than keen to leave the room, Simon all but bolted out, shutting the door behind him. Sebastian tutted sadly.

"Is it too much to ask for some manners from these people?" He mused out loud before motioning to the chair facing the desk, "Have a seat, Miss Newbarns." She shook her head.

"No, thanks." She added as an afterthought, making sure to keep up her manners, "I still don't know why you've brought me here." He reached behind him, picking up a black plastic folder and flicking through it casually.

"Oh, I need to speak with you about Sherlock Holmes." Faye physically cringed at the mention of the name. Great, some nut case Sherlock pissed off.

"Look, I'm sorry at whatever Sherlock did to you. But he's dead, I don't see how I can help make it better." She replied.

"He's not done anything to me. Well, not yet anyway." He replied, "I want to know where he is." She frowned. What did he want with Sherlock? He couldn't know he was alive, so what exactly did he want with his grave?

"His grave was plastered all over the papers." She replied slowly, "I can take you, if you like, but I don't see what good it would do." Sebastian shook his head with a chuckle, stopping on a particular page.

"It says here that you joined an online community searching for Sherlock Holmes." He stated lightly. She nodded slowly, now really concerned over what was in that folder. If he knew what she was up to, did he know Sherlock came to visit her?

"I did." She replied, forcing herself to not shake or stutter. Now was not the time. This man wanted Sherlock, that could never be good and she had to make sure he thought he was dead, "He's the father of my child. I'd give anything for him to be alive again, and if you've read the newspapers you know it's not too far-fetched for me to search for a dead man."

"I did think of that." He told her, snapping the folder closed with an audible slap, "However, one of my men also found a substantial stash of newspaper clippings in your garbage that made me believe otherwise."

"You've been going through my rubbish?" She exclaimed and he looked slightly embarrassed at being caught.

"Guilty as charged, I'm afraid. Must keep an eye out on the enemy, I'm sure you understand. Sherlock Holmes caused the death of a good friend of mine, I intend to make him pay for that. So, all I need from you is his location." She rolled her eyes.

"He's dead." She told him firmly, "There is no making him pay. I don't know what you're on about." He stood up and, without warning, struck her with the back of his hands. She yelled in surprise and pain, stumbling to the side as it rung through the office.

"I may not threaten children, but you my dear are fair game." He snarled, all charm disappearing, "My good friend, Jim Moriarty, died because of Sherlock Holmes. I know you know where he is. Tell me."

"He's dead!" She shouted back, holding her cheek with one hand, "Deal with it, because I've had to!" He slapped her again.

"Tell me!" He screamed as the door flew open. They both turned to see Mycroft stood there, leaning casually on his cane. Sebastian smirked angrily, obvious pissed off that he had been found out.

"Mr Moran, we meet again." Mycroft drawled as he stepped into the room. Faye felt like crying in relief at the sight of him, but held her ground, staring indifferently between the two.

"Mr Holmes." Was all Sebastian said as two men came in, cuffing him. He went without fuss, turning on his way out of the office to look at Faye, "My apologies, Miss Newbarns. Next time I won't be as violent."

"Next time?" She asked Mycroft as they headed out of the building. There were agents everywhere, searching the warehouse as others kept the workers under guard.

"He knows, as I suspect, that we won't find anything here." Mycroft explained as he lead her to his own car, one that she had thought she'd been climbing into to begin with. He held the back door open for her, as Mrs Holmes brought him up correctly, then climbed in after her, "What did he want?" He asked lightly. She faced forward as the car began to pull away.

"Can I stay at yours?" She asked in reply. He nodded, not surprised as he glanced to the side. Her cheek was glowing an angry red, it would most definitely bruise. Nothing showed, his anger was carefully filed away for a later date, most probably when he next confronted Sebastian Moran, but his hand tightened slightly on his cane.

"Of course." He replied, "We can pick up your daughter and head over straight away." She shook her head.

"I think I'll ask John to look after her tonight." She told him, "It's been a while, but I'm sure he'll understand." Her fingers danced on her cheek, "He won't mind." She was trying to convince herself, he could tell. He placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face so he could get a better look at her cheek. He didn't need to look at it, but the show of concern would undoubtedly make her feel better.

"You'll be fine." He replied, letting her face drop, "Just a bruise, nothing more."

"I know." She whispered.

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Faye headed into the kitchen of Baker Street, the sound of the television filling the flat. John smiled at the sound of her returning, Bella sat on his knee as they watched In The Night Garden.

"Hey, thought you'd gotten lost." He teased, scooping the little girl into his arms as he stood up. He tickled her belly, making her giggle, "I've got to go..." He frowned, stopping as he saw her bent over the table, both hands placed firmly on the wooden top as she shook with tears, "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked. She looked up at him and he shifted Bella, going into 'doctor' mode the moment he saw her cheek, "What happened to you?" He demanded.

"A friend of Moriarty. I... Oh, John." She sobbed, "Why did he have to die?" He pulled her in for a hug as Bella gurned in annoyance at being trapped between the pair. He rubbed her back, letting her cry until she looked up, smiling and placing a kiss on Bella's head.

"Can you look after her tonight?" She asked timidly, "I want to go to Mycroft's. I need a night on my own, please?" He nodded.

"Of course." He reassured her, "Is he waiting?" She nodded, placing another kiss on Bella's head, running her hand through her tuft of hair.

"No one will ever hurt you." She promised the little girl before kissing John on the cheek, "I'll be back tomorrow." He waved his free hand.

"Whenever you're ready." He told her. She headed out and he pulled out his phone, dialling Mary and placing it to his ear, "Hey, something's happened to Faye." He told her.

"Is she okay?" Mary asked and he was touched by her concern for his friend. A smile fell on his face despite his worry.

"She just needs some time." He told her, "I'm looking after Bella. Fancy a night in instead of going to Fargo's?"

"Babysitting and you're sneaking in a date?" She teased, "I think I can squeeze you in."

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Faye climbed back into Mycroft's car. He didn't comment on how long she took, just gave the order to head to his home and they sat there in silence.

"I want to see Sherlock." She stated, actually managing to startle him slightly. She looked out of the corner of her eye coolly at him, "I assume you can arrange that." That was it. No anger at the fact he had known all along that Sherlock was alive. No tears, no accusations. Just the demand that he bring Sherlock to her. On one hand he was relieved, after all he hated it when she was angry with him. Seeing her in tears because of what he had done with Moriarty still haunted him. But she should have been devastated, but she just looked determined. He nodded once.

"I can." He replied, pulling out his mobile.