Author's note- Hello, and welcome back to How You Remind Me! I apologise profusely for not updating, but I have been terribly busy with mock exams and Christmas etcetera. Hope you all had a good Christmas/holiday/whatever you celebrate. Now, I never really knew how to resolve everything which is why the last chapter was completely improvised off the top of my head. It was a finite ending which is why I shall continue with the storyline. I will update as often as possible. Please leave a review and a suggestion if there is something you wish to see and I shall be more than happy to oblige, or do my best to!

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Chapter 23

The next day Sherlock, John and Lucy had gone down to the station to sort out everything that had to be sorted out to do with the case. It took them a while, but most of it was just Sherlock talking endlessly about all of his brilliant deductions while Lucy and John sat around drinking coffee. The previous night had been a peaceful one, with the flatmates watching movies for half of the night- or at least, John and Lucy tried to watch movies while a certain consulting detective constantly pointed out all the faults and ridiculous plots in the storylines. After getting bored of that they moved onto playing Cluedo- much to John's dismay and that didn't work out much better. Nonetheless, it served as great entertainment for the teenager who found herself in a constant fit of giggles at her friends bickering. Even when it was time for bed, Lucy didn't even look at the box where her blades lay as she happily drifted off into the most content sleep she had in months.

And yet, despite how better things had suddenly become, as she sat opposite Lestrade in his office, the young teenager couldn't help but feel a slither of dread bubbling up again. She knew she shouldn't feel like it, after all, everything had been resolved; but she still felt as though Moriarty wasn't done. And knowing him, he wouldn't be done. Leaving it with a wave and a helicopter ride was classy, yes, but it wasn't how he liked to end it. Lucy hated to think about it like that, but that surely wouldn't be the immediate end? There would be one last hurrah for the consulting criminal before he went off- helping others with criminal activities wouldn't there?

"Maybe it's just me being paranoid," she mumbled to herself, without really realising she spoke aloud. Sherlock turned slightly with a raised eyebrow, but she just waved her hand dismissively. After all, she probably was just being paranoid. Either way, John was giving her a funny look. She smiled at him, and he left whatever was on his mind.

A little while later, Lucy had excused herself to go and have a walk outside; there was only so much of sitting, listening to Sherlock ramble on that she could take. She'd already told Greg her side of the story and gave statements etcetera, so she was just wasting time regardless. John had seemed a tad reluctant to let her walk around on her own, but after a huff and a roll of Sherlock's eyes he gave in with a little convincing from both the teenager and the detective. But at last, she was strolling through the busy streets of London. Taking a deep breath of much needed fresh air, Lucy smiled in satisfaction. It was weird how normal everything seemed. None of the random people she passed had any idea of the danger that had befallen on her within the past week; they just carried on with their day to day lives, their ordinary, normal lives. But Lucy didn't regret meeting Sherlock and John, oh no. If it weren't for them, she would surely be seven feet under by now. Yet on the other hand, her life wouldn't be in constant danger if she never met them. John had told her all sorts of stories, and a good few of them involved their lives being in trouble more than once. But that didn't scare Lucy. Before her parents supposedly 'died,' the thought of being in constant danger would terrify her... but now it almost sounded exciting- exhilarating... thrilling. To look at the life she could have had and to compare it to the life she was now living, it was easy to see a huge contrast. But that's how she liked it. She liked the air of mystery, and the thrill of the chase, it made her feel alive. It made her feel something. It got the blood pumping through her veins, her heart beating a million times a minute. From what John had said, life certainly wouldn't be dull. And she liked the idea of their work. It was the sort of work she would enjoy. It wouldn't be the same, boring, mindless task day in, day out. Each day would be something new, something challenging. And maybe that's why Sherlock liked it so much. It kept his mind occupied, energised, thrilled. He didn't do it for the good of the nation... he did it to keep from exploding from boredom. And she could see the appeal in that.

After rounding another corner in a meandering route in which she had no idea of her final destination, Lucy stopped suddenly in her tracks as she looked at the green area of the park in front of her.

A man stood facing her from across the street. He was dressed in dark clothing, but had a recognisable smirk on his harsh features. With a rough hand, he drew back his coat slightly to reveal a glinting piece of metal, and Lucy quickly deduced that it was part of a knife. This was when she knew better than to run. But then again, she found out a while ago that it was better to not run. Sebastian Moran inclined his head towards her and made to move forwards, but Lucy stopped him with a subtle hand gesture beside her leg. Seb made no further move, but instead, folded his arms- waiting to see what she would do. With a level head, Lucy assessed the situation around her. The main reason she stopped him was because a familiar sleek, black Mercedes was parked a little further away from the park within eyesight. Of course it would be there. Lucy had a mobile on her, but it was best not to use it at this stage in case Seb noticed. With a casual step she made her was across the road to where Seb stood.

"Give me a moment," she muttered to him as she passed, moving towards the black car. Seb didn't even move, although Lucy knew he had heard her. Walking over to the Mercedes, she rapped on the window once. It wound down to reveal Mycroft's face in the back.

"Hello Mycroft," she greeted.

"Lucy, what a surprise." He said back.

"Obviously not as you have been following me for the past ten minutes."

"Well you know my brother; he likes to keep an eye on you." He said casually with a smile.

"Sure."

"So what are you doing, walking about like this?" He queried.

"Wanted some fresh air, got bored of hearing your brother talk endless about himself," Lucy opened her arms as though it was obvious, and she gave a rather convincing performance. "Listen Mycroft, there's no need to worry," she smiled, "I do believe my parents are in jail and Moriarty took off in a helicopter to Neverland so I think I will be okay for a bit." Mycroft smirked but didn't look convinced, so she continued, "I have my mobile if I need anyone."

"Very well."

"You're going to keep following me aren't you?" She laughed.

"Of course. I do worry about you Lucy." Mycroft looked at her.

"No need to. See you later."

"Goodbye Lucy." She waved once at him before heading back towards the park.

At that point she wasn't surprised to find that Sebastian was no longer standing there. After all, it would look a bit odd if they were both to go in at the same time. Lucy knew that she could be making another huge mistake, but there was nothing else she could do. If Seb wanted to talk to her, then he would get his way- and no doubt Moriarty would be there too. And for now, she would have to play along with their game once more, because otherwise she could be putting a lot of people in danger again just because of her stupidity. At least this way she was doing things on her terms with fewer people in danger. Nice and easy.

With a cautious step, she made her way into the park. Upon taking one step onto the more secluded pathway, Sebastian Moran immediately came out of hiding in the shrubbery. Lucy stopped and looked at him.

"Hello again," she greeted. Rather than saying anything, he just decided to incline his head in acknowledgement.

"Well then?" Lucy tried again. "What is it you want?"

"Look kid, the boss isn't happy," he sounded pissed off. "And fact of the matter is that it's your fault in the end. I know you wouldn't have thought that it would be the end of this; so here we are again."

"Marvellous," she said sarcastically, "There is no point in continuing all of this is there? You and Jim know that you won't win this immediate game. So why waste your time?"

"Like I said, the boss isn't happy." He shrugged, but Lucy could see how badly he wanted to hit her- and the fact that he had to be a good boy made her smirk at him.

"So where is Moriarty?" She questioned, getting bored of slow pace of the conversation.

"Come with me." Seb ignored her question and began to walk off to the other end of the park. Assuming that she would be taken to where Jim Moriarty was, she followed him. Besides, if she didn't, she had a feeling that the knife in his pocket would be put to good use very quickly. At the next exit in the park, was a car with blacked out windows.

"How obvious," the teenager rolled her eyes at the windows, but got in the car regardless.

The silence in the car was painful, but Lucy quickly recognised where they were heading. As they drove further on, the streets became quieter and quieter until no people were in sight. With such subtlety that surprised herself, Lucy sent a quick text to Sherlock.

I had no choice, I'm sorry. The game isn't over just yet. Getting a sense of déjà vu though.

A quick press of a button and the message was sent. Lucy put the phone back into her pocket before anyone noticed, and sighed at the familiar sight of the warehouses.

"How dull," she commented. Seb glare at her.

"If I didn't have strict orders from the boss then I swear you wouldn't be able to talk by now." He snarled.

"Of course dear," Lucy smiled sweetly as the man's face contorted into one of anger. In a quiet mutter, she said, "I think some cognitive behavioural therapy is needed." Luckily Seb hadn't heard her, and Lucy laughed to herself as they pulled up outside the grounds.

Lucy was the first to get out of the car and she wasn't surprised to feel no vibrations from her phone. She knew that he wouldn't text her back as it would be too dangerous if they were to know that Sherlock had information. But it also meant that he probably was already working with Mycroft to trace the car. Oh dear, she thought to herself suddenly, Mycroft won't be too happy with me. She ran her fingers through her hair and started to make her way to the warehouses with a dreading sense of déjà vu.

"Warehouse thirteen I'm guessing?" She yelled over her shoulder to Sebastian who was following her with a livid look on his face. He didn't reply, and instead, glared at her. Lucy was unnerved by this, but carried on anyways.

Warehouse thirteen it was then. Here she was, once again...

By this point Sherlock was starting to get just a teensy bit worried. God knows what Moriarty was planning. Or maybe he wasn't planning anything and decided to improvise his rage. Either way, Sherlock was now regretting his decision to let her take a walk. John was beside himself with worry on the other hand. And as the two sat with Mycroft in his car, they really began to wonder what would happen this time. After receiving the text, Sherlock and John immediately contacted Mycroft and got Lestrade and his team on the case. None of them wanted Lucy to come to any harm, but they couldn't guarantee anything by this point. As they sat in the car determining where Lucy was, Sherlock groaned.

"It's obvious isn't it?" He growled, "The warehouses."

"How do you know?" Mycroft asked.

"She said she was feeling déjà vu. That was just a subtle way of saying the warehouses." As no one made a move, Sherlock made an angry noise and yelled, "Drive! We have no time to lose."

As the sleek Mercedes raced towards the warehouse grounds, Sherlock sat impatiently. Wondering if they would have been too late...