A/N So, just a quick heads up, there is a little bit of violence and gore in the first bit of this chapter.

The figure inched closer, knife glinting in his hand; she suppressed a scream and pulled against the bindings fastening her to the chair, she was back in the same flat as before. The man's face was obscured but she had no doubt that this was the same man as before, Sherlock. She yelled for Jim to help her and tugged again at the ropes holding her, fear and panic pulled at her chest, she didn't want to die.

Sherlock continued closer laughing at her weakness, "He isn't coming, he can't save you." He gestured the knife in his hand towards the kitchen behind him, only then did she realize that both he and the knife were covered in blood. She screamed, taking in the image before her; blood spattered walls closing in and framing the wooden table. On it was a motionless form surrounded by a pool of blood and she felt herself ready to sob; it was Jim and he was dead.


James Moriarty stood in the doorway of the bedroom, observing his current ward tossing and turning in the vast bed. She muttered vague distresses, the sheets wrapping around her, tighter and tighter with each moment that went by. This sight was not disturbing to him; if anything it thrilled him,after all, he had planned everything precisely. Suddenly, she started to scream, sitting bolt upright in bed. Her eyes opened rapidly, tears pouring down her face as she breathed heavily, verging on hyperventilating. He moved out of view, before coming forwards into the room, tousling his hair to complete the image that he had just woken up.

"It's okay," He soothed with a hint of a yawn. "You are safe."

"Jim, you, you died. He killed you. That man, that horrible, evil man, he killed you." She sobbed into her hands as her hero sat down on the edge of the bed and put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"No honey, I'm safe, he can't get you here, and he wouldn't dare hurt me." He rubbed her shoulder slowly as she nuzzled her head into his chest, the comforting, manly scent calming her down in the process.

"Thank you" She said, sniffing and wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. "I'm not normally like this, probably just shaken by what happened." She sat up again, removing herself from her savior's grasp. After a few breaths, in which they sat in a comfortable silence, she spoke again. Her tone was low and unsteady, nearly cracking at moments, but Jim paid no mind as she voiced her concerns. "I want to believe that I'm safe, but how can I be sure? Would you mind if I made some changes...to the room that is?"

She looked at him, her pupils dilated as a sign of her visible fear; she was so vulnerable and it was all he could do not to kill her right there and then. He could almost feel her neck between his hands, her heartbeat quickening as the truth of the situation she was in dawned on her, before stopping completely when he squeezed tighter. At least then she would finally be put her out of her misery. But no, he restrained himself, as he had a plan and he would see it through to the end.

"Of course. Tell Seb what you need in the morning. I'll also get him to teach you how to shoot a gun, and then perhaps you might feel a bit safer. I have some work to do tomorrow so I won't be around. But for now, darling, try and get some sleep." Katy nodded, snuggling back into the Irishman's chest. Moriarty smoothed her hair, silently cursing himself internally; he had come too close to ending her, if he wanted this to work, he had to be more careful.


Back in 221B Baker Street, despite the foolishly enthusiastic outburst of his flatmate, Sherlock Holmes remained seated at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the fridge.

Exasperated by the lack of a reaction, John Watson turned on his flatmate "Sherlock, why aren't you moving?"

The detective shifted and refocused his gaze to John. "It's a trap. I don't know what Moriarty is planning, if he gave us the clues to find him, but it's obvious he wants us to go there."

"Sherlock, this girl's sanity, if not life, is in danger. We know where she is and we should go." Rebutting with absolute conviction, John slid his coat around his shoulders.

"And if it's a trap?" Sherlock countered, coldly unconvinced that the perceived danger to her was worth the rush and the possibility of losing his lead on Moriarty.

"Then we will figure a way to use that massive intellect of yours to get ourselves out" The doctor smiles, as his detective friend finally rose from his seat, the confidence in his mind seeming to convince him. Said genius donned his coat and scarf, before heading out the front door.

"What are you waiting for Watson? We have a girl to save"


Stretching into the vast, empty bed the next morning, Katy sighed as she remembered the events of the previous night. Embarrassment filled her when she remembered crying on Jim's shoulder, yet at the same time, there was a hint of joy that she actually had a shoulder to cry on. It had been a long time since she'd had such companionship, not since her parents had left her. She scanned the room for any signs of him, nothing. Just like her first morning in the residence, there was a steaming cup of coffee and a note on the bedside table; she sipped the rich drink and glanced over the note.

I have some important business to attend to but I've asked Seb to help you with your DIY. Be ready for a special dinner at 8.

Jim

The idea of dinner with Jim made her smile and Katy quickly dressed to begin the day. Sebastian, she found, was finishing his breakfast in the kitchen. She joined him and he soon pulled out a small handgun, placing it on the table between them.

"Do you know anything about guns?" Sebastian grunted, unhappy with the prospect of babysitting her.

"I know a bit." Katy picked up the gun, weighing it carefully in her hand before checking the sight. Aiming it at a cup, the barrel was cocked, and the porcelain shot before another word was spoken. The shattered pieces of the cup fell to the floor as she relished the feeling of recoil, before placing the gun back on the table between herself and a stunned Sebastian.

"You can keep that one, I have a spare" Seb said, standing to retrieve a holster from the cupboard behind him.

Taking it from him, Katy secured the gun under her arm before giving Sebastian a list of materials she needed to improve the safety level of her room. After this, he left her to go gather said supplies, while she made her way back to her room to plan on what improvements would be made.

After the incident with the cup Sebastian was feeling slightly more optimistic about the day they would spend together. He made his way to her bedroom his arms full of technological goodies; he had all sorts of laser detectors, trip wires, two large metal bars and fourslightly shorter ones. Sebastian made a start on fitting the bars to the windows whilst Katy got to work on the laser sensors on the door frame.

The pair continued working in silence, until Katy, uncomfortable with the lack of noise started to hum a faint tune to herself. She often would while she worked, she found the melody would help her to focus. Sebastian rolled his eyes; why women were never comfortable with the silence was beyond him, in his line of work any kind of noise could jeopardize the whole cleared his throat loudly in an attempt to shut her up. The thief was not used to having a constant human presence and didn't know how best to react to the obvious attempt to silence her.

"So, have you known Jim for long?" Katy asked, putting on the persona she tended to save for when she needed to charm her way out of dangerous situations.

"8 years." Sebastian said coldly, as Moriarty had told him not to tell her anything that could be used against them in case the plan failed. Katy took the hint and kept quiet. The sniper felt sorry for the girl, he didn't want to talk about work, but he thought of a topic he could ask her about. "Where did you learn to shoot like that?"

"My Dad taught me." Katy said, with a smile as she remembered her late father and the trips they used to take to the country. "He would take me with him on his hunting trips at the weekends but he never liked the idea of me using a shotgun. He said it wasn't ladylike, but he wanted me to be able to look after myself, so he taught me how to shoot rabbits with a handgun instead." Katy stifled the tears welling in her eyes. Her father would be so disappointed with where she had ended up. "Sebastian, do you think, when this is all over, that Jim might offer me a job? I am sick of being on the wrong side of the law, and I could help him with his safety precautions."

"I don't see why not." Sebastian stifled a laugh and turned back to the window. "Let's get this finished first eh?" Katy took the hint and went back to humming to herself.

Little to say, a lot had to be done, but by the end of their work, she felt safer already. The windows were barred, the door prepared with a laser sensor system, and there was an automatic lock on the bathroom door, triggered by a remote. There was also of course the gun under the pillow, and the one Katy would keep on her person at all times.

A/N Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.

The next chapter probably wont be up until after 9th June. I am going on holiday. Woop