Pleased with her efforts by the end of the day, Katy reflected on the hard work from both herself and Sebastian while readying herself with her meal with Jim. Face powdered, gun hidden by her floor length evening gown, and stepping into her favourite Kurt Geiger stilettos, she made her way down the stairs to him. Waiting patiently in the hall, her hero held out his arm to her, which she took, and the pair made their way to the waiting car.

As they drove through the Mayfair roads, on their way to Scott's where Jim had booked a private room, Katy could help but think of her own flat. However much she appreciated Jim's kindness in taking her in during this difficult time, she missed the comfort of having her own space; she was used to her own company. Katy wasn't sure how long she had been in Jim's care, it struck her that she didn't know what day it was. She ignored the niggling sensation at the back of her mind, the hesitation that came when she asked herself how she felt so comfortable, and focused on the meal that lay ahead.

She smiled to herself as the car pulled up, a crisply dressed doorman helping them inside; the special treatment made her realize how much she had missed with her current lifestyle. Entering the restaurant, the doorman became a host.

"Reservation for Moriarty" Jim said, his tone bored at the time it was taking the man to find them on his list.

"Right this way sir" The waiter replied with a cheery smile as he led them along the carpeted walkway, around the dramatic marble oyster and champagne bar, to their private room. The air of exclusivity wafted around them, shown by its dark wood and brown leather, but lifted further by the white linen tablecloths and arty wall length mirrors. If Moriarty was hoping to make her feel small and inadequate, he had failed; Katy lapped up the lavish extravagance.

"I'll order for the both of us, if you want love." Jim said a hint of something in his eyes that she couldn't quite place.

"It's probably for the best, I haven't been anywhere like this in a long time." Katy replied, looking over the wine menu; most of it seemed vaguely familiar, though very foreign at the same time, she shifted slightly as the waiter returned and waited for Jim to order.

"We will start with champagne, a bottle of Krug Collection 1985 and Beluga Caviar, followed by roasted shellfish for two, and then a bakewell pudding with almond ice cream for the lady and raspberry trifle for myself. And 2 Irish coffee's to finish."

"Certainly sir." The waiter said, totting up a rough estimate of the bill in his head as he went to get a bottle of the most expensive champagne from the special cooler.


Leaving the flat, Sherlock and John entered the busy London street to hail a cab. Luck was on their side and a cab pulled over almost immediately, they arrived five minutes later at Moriarty's flat, or what they assumed was his flat. The taller of the two quickly worked on the lock, before they both entered the exquisite apartment.

"It seems very quiet" John said in a hushed tone, taking sweeping looks at the room for threats.

"They aren't here. I don't know where he would have taken her, but it gives us an opportunity to look around." Sherlock headed for the master bedroom, which he had already deduced was Katy's room. He stopped short at the door, turning to John with a slightly distressed look on his face. "Laser sensors" he muttered, before turning back to tamper with the box on the outside of the door. They entered the room, John's firearm at the ready, fearing the worst. It was empty of psychopaths and missing girls, but it was not lacking in clues of their whereabouts; Sherlock noticed the open wardrobe, the clothes all over the bed, and the shoes slung carelessly on the door. "They went out somewhere fancy, more than likely to dinner. She is expecting to come back here tonight."

The soldier took in the information, slowly lowering his gun, but still remaining on guard. "What now?"

"Now, we wait." Sherlock said leaving the room.


"How was your day?" Jim asked. By now, the waiter had cleared the dessert plates, making Katy flinch as he passed her, in an effort to comfort her, the consulting criminal leaned across the table to and took hold of her hand.

"It was good thank you. Sebastian and I made progress on my room, so I would consider it good. How was your business today?" She was still a little jumpy despite Jim's efforts; the alcohol had a calming effect on her.

"It went very well, thank you. Do you remember how I told you about the Sheik with the diamond? The thing is, this sheik, he doesn't trust his security system yet, and he sent the diamond to the one place he thinks it will be safe." Jim leaned back in his chair, his hand disappearing into his jacket pocket for a moment, before he produced a huge, rectangular diamond. The stone itself was a pale pink color, surrounded by a crusting of smaller diamonds and stones and above the main diamond was a diamond encrusted crown. It was the most incredible thing that Katy had ever seen and she leaned forward, cupping his hands in her own, the stone cradled between them.

"Is this why Sherlock kidnapped me, because he thought I had this?" She said with a slight break in her voice; the consulting criminal removed his hands from hers, before dropping the priceless jewel into her hands. He then placed his hands under hers.

He paused, before replying. "He knew the diamond wasn't in the Sheik's safe, and he thought you would know where it was, if you did not have it on your person."

"Why are you telling me this now?" She removed one of her hands from the diamond and rubbed the bridge of her nose, she wasn't shocked by the information, just a bit confused at the timing of the situation. The alcohol seemed to be having a worse than usual effect on her.

After taking a breath, Jim outlined his reasoning in calm, but deathly serious tone. "I want to prepare you, because Sherlock is coming. I have a plan to capture him, to frame him once and for all. Then everyone will know who and what he really is. But I am going to need your help."

Her head was spinning but response was immediate "What do you need?"

"I need you to find somewhere to hide the diamond, to keep it safe. After dinner, we will go back home, and I will arrange a meeting with Sherlock. While I am there, I will accidentally leak some information about where the diamond is, namely that it is in your room. He will come to the flat to find it, but of course he won't. Then, we will finally have proof that he is not who he really says he is."

Katy seemed to understand what Jim was meaning but her head was getting fuzzier. "Are you sure I will be safe?" She was nervous at the thought of Sherlock entering her newly found haven, but she Jim wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.

"I am positive, once we have done this, Sherlock won't be able to hurt you anymore. You know I am here to protect you up until that point." The answer did its job and soothed her nerves slightly as she finally saw an end to the nightmare of fear. Katy smiled, she had her gun safely stowed under her dress and now her hero had promised to keep her safe. The couple took a cab back to the apartment, Katy resting her head on Jim's shoulder, Jim putting his arm around her, holding her closer to himself. He was almost disappointed that she would be leaving him soon. Almost.


A/N Next chapter soon, ish, depending how life treats me.

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