Faye had gone through various stages of being kept in a room with no windows for four days. She'd cried, she'd screamed, she'd raged. She'd paced around the room like a caged animal, ready to attack anyone who came to the door. All she felt now was lethargic, so she sat in the corner, drifting off to sleep for a while before waking up and staring at the door. She'd been well fed and watered, and allowed to the bathroom whenever she called. She assumed that was because no one wanted to clean up after her, which was always a plus.
She tried so hard not to be worried about her daughter. After all, she'd be with either John or Mycroft, most likely John, so she would be well protected. It didn't reassure her to know this that much, but it was a little comfort if she held onto it tight enough. It was hard to correlate these feelings of deep-rooted fear when, still, some days she needed Bella as far away from her as was humanly possible just because she couldn't handle being around her. She hid it well, but Mary was still there, laughing at her ability to look after a child after everything she'd done to herself.
The door opened and she opened her eyes slowly, looking indifferent at the man who entered.
"Ah, Mary." Moran drawled tauntingly, "How are you today?"
"Are you letting me go, yet?" She asked in reply and he chuckled darkly.
"Not until I get what I want." He replied, "But, I have brought you something." She frowned, sitting up straighter.
"What?" She asked warily and he motioned behind him. A large man, she thought her was called Jerry but she couldn't actually remember, appeared with a small woman in his arms, his hand clasped over her mouth, "Molly?" She cried, shooting up from the floor as the pathologist was chucked into the room. Molly stumbled into Faye's arms, clinging to the other woman.
"Faye? What's happening?" She asked worried and Faye rubbed her arms soothingly.
"Why the hell have you brought Molly?" She demanded and Sebastian shrugged.
"Thought you could do with a friend. She's very close with Sherlock, isn't she?" He asked pointedly.
"She was close to him." Faye corrected, "You know, before he died!"
"Still sticking with that story?" Sebastian asked and Faye rolled her eyes in increasing frustration, "Perhaps Molly here can get you to change your tune. Until this evening, Mary." He clicked his fingers and Jerry followed him out of the room. The sound of the lock bolting shut rang through the room again and Faye sighed, rubbing her eyes before turning to Molly.
"May as well get comfortable. We're not going anywhere until Mycroft comes to get me." She broke to her bluntly, going back to her space in the corner and sitting down again. Molly was watching her, torn between being terrified and being confused at her behaviour.
"Are you okay?" She asked, walking over slowly and joining her on the floor, "John's been going made with worry." Faye shrugged.
"I'm pissed off, but otherwise I'm fine." She replied, "He won't accept that Sherlock's dead, but we know better, don't we Molly?" She shot her a pointed look, Molly gasping as she realised that Faye knew.
"Y-Yes." Molly stuttered and Faye nodded, leaning her head back against the wall and closing her eyes. Molly did the same, however much less relaxed than Faye seemed to be.
"So," Faye started, "Did you get laid?" Molly blinked, shocked by the vulgar question.
"I'm sorry?" She squeaked and Faye opened one of her eyes.
"I kinda had a baby, so I fell behind on my duties." She explained, "But we were trying to get you laid, remember? Did you?" Molly blushed.
"I met this guy a couple of weeks ago." She admitted and Faye beamed, shifting around so she was facing Molly, giving the other woman her undivided attention.
"So you have?" She pressed, "What's he like? What was he like?" She raised her eyebrows in a suggestive manner and Molly batted at her. She'd missed this so much. She understood that Faye had more important things to focus on these days, and rightfully so because her little girl was lovely, but she'd missed their little girly days and nights out.
"He's lovely." She admitted, "A bit..." She trailed off, looking slightly ashamed, "A bit slow, but not in a bad way." She smiled wistfully to herself, "He's very pretty." Faye laughed heartily.
"When we get out, you'll have to bring him over." She commanded gently, "I want to meet him."
"Do you think Mycroft will find us?" Molly asked quietly and Faye nodded reassuringly.
"Of course he will." She promised, "It's Mycroft. It's a wonder I've been out of his sight for this long." She paused in thought, "Oh, you don't think he knows where I am and needs me here for some reason? I wouldn't put it past him."
"I doubt it." Molly quickly replied, "He won't have left you here." Faye nodded.
"No, I know." She whispered before shaking her head, smiling again, "So tell me. How did you two meet?"
~0~0~0~
Faye's head snapped to the side and she spat on the floor, glaring at Sebastian. She was on a chair in the middle of a warehouse. Apparently they'd thought bringing Molly would have her talking quicker. They were wrong.
"Where is he?!" Sebastian screamed at her and she leant closer, her hands bound behind the chair.
"Dead." She snarled back, "Like you should be." He slapped her again, her head going the other way this time. He then reached down and grabbed her top, yanking her closer.
"Tell me!" He bellowed, his spit hitting her in the face but she didn't even flinch.
"Maybe you should give it up." She taunted, "He's never coming back, you need to deal with it."
"No!" He chucked her back, the chair rocking underneath the force, "He doesn't get to get away with it! I know he's out there somewhere!"
"He's not." She said in a sickly tone, as if she was trying to reassure him, "He's dead and buried and whatever revenge you want to get on him isn't going to happen." The lights went out above them and Sebastian growled in pure rage.
"Fucking sensitive lights!" He screeched, "Jerry!"
"Jerry's not here, I'm afraid." A voice drawled, one that made Faye beam in joy. Footsteps headed towards them slowly and carefully planned, a clicking noise punctuating between every pair.
"Holmes." Sebastian snapped. She could only see his silhouette in the emergency lighting, but he was physically trying to calm himself.
"Was this really the way to go about settling your addiction to Moriarty?" Mycroft asked when he came to a stop, leaning on his walking stick and sounded decisively bored.
"He killed Jim!" Sebastian screamed, startling Faye slightly, "He couldn't leave him alone, and now he's dead!"
"Exactly." Mycroft pointed out, "Nothing can bring people back from the grave. Why go through all the trouble of kidnapping my dear friend here?" She couldn't help the roll of her eyes at his very sarcastic comment.
"Sherlock must pay!" Sebastian insisted, "He taunted and teased Jim, made him obsessed! It was all his fault! If I have to draw him out painfully, I will." In a smooth movement that went with his normally smooth demeanour, he circled around Faye, wrapping his arm around her neck and drawing his gun, "I think the time of niceties is over..."
"Niceties?" Faye exclaimed, "This is you being nice?"
"Where is Sherlock?" He asked Mycroft, ignoring her completely and digging the barrel of his gun into her temple.
"Well, if you're going to pout..." Another voice called and she stiffened in the chair, her blood running cold. She wanted to turn, scream for him to leave but she couldn't move.
"Sherlock." Sebastian whispered gleefully, turning to look at the man who was back from the dead, his gun still pressed against her temple, "How nice for you to finally join us."
"Well, I couldn't stay away from such a wonderful welcoming party." He replied rudely, like he always did. All Faye wanted to do was look at him, but she still daren't move.
"I knew it." Sebastian hissed.
"Yes, how smart of you." Sherlock taunted sarcastically, "You can lower the gun now. You should know I do not take kindly to anyone beating up Mary, let alone holding a gun to her head. Don't test me, or we won't be friends anymore." He did the contrary, digging the gun into her skull and making her his in pain.
"Stop playing with him, Sherlock." Faye snapped.
"Quiet, dear." Sherlock scolded lightly and her hands clenched behind her. Suddenly, rather than being worried for his safety, she wondered how she could get to him before Moran did.
"No, she is quite right, Sherlock." Mycroft added to the conversation, making her even more happy for him to be there, "We don't have all night." Or maybe not. Bloody brothers.
"Fine." He snapped, obviously pissed off that his brother was trying to spoil his fun, "Let her go, or I will kill you." Now that just sounded like a teenage threat.
"I should kill her now." Moran retorted, "Maybe then you can know just how I've been feeling for the last year and a half. She deserves to die." There was silence as the two, presumingly, stared each other down.
"Let her go, or I will kill you." Sherlock repeated and Moran laughed. Faye turned on the chair as best she could to get a view of Sherlock, catching his eye as he stood a good distance away.
Faye screamed as a gunshot rang through the room, flinching as warm splatters of blood landed on her skin. The sound of something hitting the floor reached her ears as running footsteps echoed through the empty area. Her hands were freed and she turned in her chair to look down at Moran, who was lying on the floor, dead.
Then her face was taken in Sherlock's hands and she was staring directly into his eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asked breathlessly and she didn't really know how to answer that, "Did he hurt you?"
"You shot him." She whispered, alarmed and freaked out and he shook his head.
"No, one of Mycroft's goonies did." He promised, stroking her cheek with his thumb, "I was just distracting him enough for them to get a shot." He looked sincere, but that meant nothing when it came to Sherlock, she knew that. Still, she trusted him and quickly pulled him into a hug as the lights came on and the room was filled with men in uniform.
