Author's note- Thank you all so much for all of the reviews, favourites and follows! It really means a lot. And thank you for sticking by this story, I'm sorry I haven't updated recently but I've been busy doing coursework and other revision for my GCSE's.

As a reply to the anonymous reviewer saying that Sherlock is extremely out of character, I would like to say that I do understand. I would like to think, however, that I have kept a lot of his normal character in. In the sign of three episode, we saw how Sherlock interacted with the young boy, and I kind of took that as a sign that he isn't always the obnoxious man he says he is. I have built on and developed a beloved character that many readers seem to like. I understand that he may seem very out of character, but I like to believe that I still do the original works some form of justice.

Disclaimer- I own nothing unfortunately...

Chapter 34

The sunlight streamed in through the curtains, hitting the sleeping girl in the face, causing her to wake from her light slumber. She squinted and moaned as she rolled over to sit up and stretched. Lucy winced, feeling the fresh cuts reopen again from being stretched too much. Small beads of blood bubbled up underneath her sleeves, a cruel reminder of what she wished she could forget. It was early, but nonetheless, the teenager slowly got to her feet and had a shower. She relished the hot needles of water as her brain started to function for the day ahead. Lucy got changed into black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt with a long sleeved blue checked top over it. She pulled on her knee high black converses before sitting on the bed, staring into space. It was the day of the trial. But Lucy was doubtful as to how well it would go. All of the evidence was there, bold and clear as day. But this was James Moriarty they were talking about. If he was able to steal the crown jewels, break into the bank of England and organise a prison break at Pentonville then surely he- of all people- would be able to get his way out of trouble in a trial. But she remained optimistic despite her worries.

Suddenly, the door burst open without even a warning knock. Sherlock came marching in but stopped in his tracks as he saw the startled girl look back at him.

"Good, you're awake." He muttered.

"Thanks for knocking."

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit." Sherlock Holmes smirked as she rolled her eyes.

"You look smart." She commented. The consulting detective was dressed in a black striped shirt and a dark suit, clearly ready to testify in court. Sherlock raised his eyebrows and nodded in acknowledgement.

"How are you?" He asked swiftly.

"Fine." Lucy replied as quickly as he had asked the question. Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "Yes, alright, I know you know I cut last night but it's hardly surprising."

"Well I didn't expect miracles," he muttered just as John Watson strode in.

"Wow, you're not looking too bad either Doctor Watson." Lucy complimented. John chuckled; he too was dressed smartly in a shirt, suit and tie.

"Thanks, I can scrub up well on occasion." He smiled, but turned serious. "There's a lot of press outside again."

"Oh ignore them; they're stupid and not our priority right now." Sherlock growled as all three of them got up and walked into the living room. "Besides, a police car is picking us up, no doubt one of the officers will tell them to back off."

"Are you hungry?" John asked Lucy.

"No."

"Thirsty?"

"No." John sighed. Lucy looked at him and said: "I really don't feel like eating to be honest. If I want anything I'm sure I can get something at Scotland Yard." He nodded but still didn't seem completely satisfied. Sirens sounded outside, signalling their time to depart 221B Baker Street. Sherlock straightened his jacket, glancing at his two flatmates before following them both down the stairs.

They paused outside the door, preparing themselves for the small gathering outside.

"Ready?" John asked them both. With a look at each other, both Sherlock and Lucy replied:

"Yes."

John Watson took a breath before opening the front door to their home. As soon as John, Sherlock and Lucy stepped out, cameras were flashing in their faces and questions were being shouted. A police officer was controlling the press from getting in their way as they hurried towards the police car parked by the curb. Lucy kept her eyes front, avoiding the flash of the camera and trying not to get bashed into by the bothersome people. The police car set off swiftly towards Scotland Yard- afterwards it would take John and Sherlock to the Old Bailey. They were all silent on their way. Lucy tapped out an irregular rhythm on her leg with her right hand; she bit her lip as she glanced at the detective sat next to her.

"We aren't sure how long the trial will last." John informed her as she turned her head. "But we will call Lestrade when we're ready to pick you up." Lucy nodded, John frowned and asked: "Are you going to be okay."

"Yes."

"Look, Lucy, I understand it's really tough at the moment but once this trial is over with it will be okay." John murmured, Lucy huffed out a laugh. "What?"

"Well, knowing Moriarty he will find his way out of this. What's to say that he won't start up a whole new game again?" She glanced at both John and Sherlock- the detective had now turned his head slightly towards them in interest. "This may just be the beginning of the game, we all know it. It's stupid to do all that stuff for nothing and allow yourself to be caught- even a madman such as him wouldn't do it just for the banter." She looked at them both before leaning back against the seat. The two men next to her didn't say anything- John because he didn't know what to say and Sherlock because he knew that she was probably right. The car pulled up outside Scotland Yard and Sherlock opened the door and got out so that Lucy could get out.

"See you John."

"See you later Lucy." John smiled.

"I'll see you later Sherlock." Lucy struggled to look him in the eye.

"You need to have more confidence in me." Sherlock muttered.

"You have so much confidence in yourself Sherlock," Lucy told him, "But I have an awful feeling about this."

"How am I supposed to solve this if you don't trust me?"

"It's not about me trusting you." Lucy muttered, "It's about you and Moriarty. Like you said, I'm not really involved anymore."

"It could still affect you."

"And I expect you got that line from John am I correct?" Lucy snapped, Sherlock narrowed his eyes, but Lucy knew John would have told him that. "Even if I am affected it doesn't matter. This is Moriarty we are talking about, we can't underestimate him. I don't know what you're going to do this time but I bloody hope you have some kind of plan." She sighed, "I'll see you later." She looked at him before walking off into Scotland Yard, not even bothering to wait for a reply.

"I do have a plan." Sherlock murmured to himself as he watched her leave before getting back into the car.

Lucy ran a hand through her hair, frustrated as she entered the big building. By now she knew where Lestrade's office was and a lot of the police officers knew her so they all smiled and said hi as she walked by. Lucy passed by Donovan and Anderson, where they appeared to be sorting out some reports. They looked up.

"Lucy, wait!" Sally Donovan said loudly. The teenager stopped in her tracks- half smiling to herself in mild annoyance- but turned around as the officer walked up to her. "Look, I know we haven't spoken since the... incident, but I want you to know that I really am sorry. I know my apology is really, really late but I do mean it. I wasn't thinking and I'm sorry, it was more than out of line."

"Don't worry about it," Lucy smiled slightly, "It's forgotten about." Donovan smiled at her and she smiled back. The teenager took her leave and walked off towards Lestrade's office, finding him watching her interaction with Donovan as he was stood outside his office door with a smirk on his face.

"That was very kind of you," he grinned.

"It was very mature of her to apologise so I thought I'd return the favour." She said, causing the DI to laugh.

"It's good to see you," he said, bringing her in for a hug. Lucy smiled as they went into his office.

"You too."

"Want a drink or anything?"

"No thanks," she declined. He looked at her concerned.

"You haven't had anything to eat or drink today have you?"

"It's only early, and you can hardly blame me." Lucy sighed.

"I understand." He smiled. "How are you doing though?"

"Honestly? Not that good." Lucy sighed. "It's just hit me hard. Moriarty's returned so soon and it just scares me. You saw what happened last time, I was almost driven to suicide and almost killed and I had to fake my death just to survive. If he's back, while he may not care about me actually being alive, he's still after Sherlock. He's always been after Sherlock so this time it could be so much worse."

"It may not be as bad as last time," Greg said.

"Well, even if the chase isn't bad, the final catch must be. Lives may get put in danger once again knowing him. Sherlock may be in great danger; it's hard to know at this moment."

"What are the chances of him walking free though?" Greg queried as he started to fill out some paperwork. "All of the evidence is there, it's obvious."

"It's Moriarty." Lucy said as if that offered all the explanation needed, and it did.

"I suppose we'll just have to wait and see," the DI murmured.

"Do you trust him?"

"What?" He looked up at her.

"Do you trust Sherlock?"

"Of course I trust him, he's a great man." Lucy nodded at his reply but said no more on the matter.

Time passed by slowly. But it was filled with plenty of conversation about things in general and about their favourite episodes and characters of Doctor Who. They had lunch together- Lucy ate all of her sandwich much to Greg's surprise- and had fun. He took her for a tour around Scotland Yard, although there wasn't a great deal to see, she had some fun looking at the cold cases that Sherlock often solved when he was bored.

It was late afternoon when John and Sherlock picked her up from Scotland Yard.

"How did it go?" Both Lestrade and Lucy asked as soon as they came into sight.

"It went as well as it could. Most of the people there were idiots though." Sherlock seemed rather annoyed for some reason but he continued anyway: "I couldn't say a great deal on the matter. I told them we had had several encounters with Moriarty- at the swimming pool and at a later date which I didn't want to talk about as there were journalists there."

"So you couldn't say how dangerous he was in your case with Lucy?" Greg asked.

"Not without giving the case away. If I did, the press would catch on and I don't want Lucy having that sort of pressure put on her."

"Oh, but," John piped up with a look of humour and annoyance, "He got kicked out for being a smart-arse and showing off."

"Of course he did," Lucy laughed, unsurprised at her flatmate's antics.

The drive home consisted of John filling both of them in on what happened with most of the trial- which wasn't a lot. And it was odd the way the trial was going.

"Bank of England, Tower of London, Pentonville," John said the names of the places as they entered the living room of their flat, "Three of the most secure places in the country and Moriarty breaks into them, no-one knows how or why." John sighed as both he and Lucy sat down, "All we know is..."

"He ended up in custody." Sherlock finished, his hands steepled as he looked at John. The doctor looked at him and took a deep breath.

"Don't do that." John said slowly.

"Do what?"

"The look."

"The look?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"You're doing the look again," John sighed.

"Well I can't see it can I?" Sherlock muttered. John gestured to the mirror. Sherlock turned his head, staring at his reflection before concluding: "It's my face."

"Yes, and it's doing a thing, you're doing a –we both know what's really going on face." John looked exasperated.

"But we do." Sherlock frowned.

"No. I don't," John told him, "Which is why I find 'The Face' so annoying." Lucy was on the brink of laughter, she knew what was really going on, and obviously Sherlock had been thinking the same.

"If Moriarty wanted the jewels he'd have them, if he wanted those prisoners free they'd be out on the streets, the only reason he's in a prison cell right now is because he chose to be there." Sherlock glanced at Lucy, "Somehow this is part of his scheme." Lucy looked at the consulting detective, feeling glad that she wasn't the only one who felt like that.

"Well I'll be going back tomorrow, Sherlock you can stay and look after Lucy considering you are banned from the rest of the trial." John said. "Hopefully we'll get the verdict tomorrow."

"Hmm," Sherlock hummed in response as he went off to work on some kind of experiment. Lucy sighed heavily, looking at John who smiled sadly at her.

"How was today?" He asked her.

"It was nice with Greg," Lucy said quietly. "I'm going to my room for a bit."

"Okay."

Lucy got up and walked off, feeling the familiar urge to cut come back. She wanted to get better, which was the worst thing. It was too hard to recover. It was as though the world was against her. She wanted to get better but things just came along that made her want to cut again and again. She made five cuts on her left forearm, but they weren't deep. She just stared at her already scarred and cut up skin and started crying. The shallow cuts stung, but she regretted even making them. Running her fingers along each scar on her body, she felt the tears keep falling, unable to keep them in. She hated her arms and legs. She hated everything. All she could do was cry as she waited for night to fall and the day to be finally over.

Author's note- Please leave a review if you liked it. I'm sorry for this chapter, but it's quite difficult to do the Reichenbach fall in Lucy's point of view. But I'm working on it, and hopefully I can continue to try and work on it.