Chapter 3! They have met...

Disclaimer: I forgot this the last times... I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters of the show, just Kiara and the plot bunny...

The first thing I hear are raised voices. They sound familiar, but I can't match them to any name. There are two men, arguing, shouting, about something my groggy head couldn't understand. Finally I am able to open my eyes I can see that I am not, in fact, at home. I am sitting in an uncomfortable wooden chair with arm rests. The next thing I realise is that I can't move. Someone secured my arms on the armrests and my ankles on the legs of the chair with tape. There is some tape around my upper arms and the back of the chair, probably to keep me from falling forward. Somehow I am grateful for that, as that would have been even more embarrassing.

I look around the room I am sitting in. The walls are dark, and so is the floor and most of the furniture, but still the room manages to look cosy and inviting. The voices I can hear come from behind me, so there must be at least another room. Then I start to notice little things. There are burn marks on the small coffee-table in front of the sofa, a bison skull with head-phones on the wall and on the mantelpiece sits a human skull. It looks pretty real and I frown. Where am I?

The voices behind me get louder and more distinctive.

"We can't just keep her here, Sherlock! She is a fifteen year old girl, we are going to be in trouble anyway for sneaking into the museum and hitting her like that!" Watson shouts.

Holmes' voice is not as loud, but just as angry, a dark, dangerous growl.

"Even if Lestrade arrests her, he wouldn't be able to hold her for long. Either way, she would be out seconds after we leave the building! Think about who her father is, John. He won't choose to let her stay there." Watson is quiet for a second, but when he answers, he sounds really angry.

"I know, Sherlock. How could I not?" Holmes doesn't know the answer and I am left very confused.

I can hear Watson leaving the room and coming towards me. I look up when he stands in front of me. He looks at me and smiles kindly.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, but I just stare at him. How am I supposed to feel? I feel sore and beaten and my head is throbbing.

Watson asks me a few questions to check whether or not I have a concussion, but because I obviously don't have one, he moves around me again and carefully touches the wound at my temple. I hiss when he starts looking at it.

"You're lucky. Sherlock didn't actually damage anything that won't heal within a week, so I think you're fine," he says quietly.

When I hear Holmes walking towards us, I know that this was just the beginning.

"Miss Moriarty, I am surprised to see you – Actually I didn't think you existed. But anyway, how is your dear father?" he asks with his smooth voice, but I only glare at him. He sighs and looks at me, really looks at me, and I feel somehow exposed. He frowns, but doesn't comment on it when he looks at my face again.

"Moriarty, I don't think you are in the position to really pull this through. Because, even though you think you are safe because you listened to our conversation just then, you should remember a thing I said to your father a few years ago: I don't have a heart. So, Moriarty, tell me what I want to know, or... Well, let's say not only your father knows how to hide a body." He smirks a little and for one second I am really scared. But then my anger takes over.

"Did you know I have a first name, Mr Holmes? I don't expect you to know it, but still, you might use it. My name is Kiara Moriarty, I am the daughter of James Moriarty, the consulting criminal, and I think neither him nor you will be too happy if he had to attack you. Father is a very busy man, so I suggest you just let me go now and I might forget to mention this little encounter to Father."I say quietly, but angrily. Holmes just chuckles.

"I haven't seen him in a long time. Now, Kiara, I think... yes, we'll need to have a little break in our meeting. Lestrade will be here in a few minutes, and I don't think we'll tell him yet that you're here. John?" he answers me, just as quiet, but not angry, rather amused.

Watson uses a knife to cut me free, but keeps his hand on my shoulder. When I stand up, my knees buckle. How long was I out? Watson catches me and chuckles.

"Come on then, Kiara," he says, "Do you think you can manage stairs?"

I think for a moment, but shake my head. Firstly because I really don't trust my legs enough, but also to keep my escape route short. Watson smiles and leads me to a door, which opens into a bedroom. The room is, other than the living room, tidy and almost blanc. On the wall is a poster with the periodic table and on the small table next to the bed is a picture of Edgar Allan Poe. The bed itself is a double bed, with thick, creamy-white sheets, but it doesn't look very used.

I sit down on the bed and look up to Watson.

"Kiara, we have a problem. Well, Sherlock and I do. We can't really let you go. Your father does know where we live and how we live and everything, so we don't think you're a spy, but if you are like your father, then... Well, we don't want another consulting criminal. But first, do you really know who your father is and what he does?" he asks quietly. I frown at him, but answer anyway.

"Of course I do. Father is James 'Jim' Moriarty, consulting criminal, he organises crimes. Happy?" Watson just sighs. I don't really know what to do. He seems nice, and I think in another life I would have liked him. But he is the best friend of Father's nemesis.

"Kiara, I... I am sorry for Sherlock's and my rude behaviour, but your father caused us both quite much trouble. To be honest, there isn't really a plan about what to do with you. But for now, I'm sorry, I need to give you a sedative. We can't really trust you to be quiet, when Lestrade is quite a good escape route. Take your shoes off, will you, and then lie down, okay?"

I do as I am told and he takes a small needle out of his pocket. With the small pin-prick comes the numbness, and I sleep.

So, what did you think? I think it was rather boring, but it was necessary... Please R&R, I love reviews! More to come!

-Valkyrie