"Jim, I don't think I can do this…" Sophie only stirred in her seat, but if anything she wanted to unbuckle her seatbelt and drive straight out of the car for good. "I can't, Jim I can't…"

Jim didn't have any inclination that putting Sophie in danger would possibly make him feel as bad as he did right then. Because Jim didn't feel. But at the same time he felt like a father sending is daughter off to school for the first time. Except there was a chance she wouldn't get out alive. But this was only thing that would work. Jim's mind was a world of ideas, one action lead a chain of possible outcomes to evolve in his head, he could think ahead and predict the outcome of what action would have the domino effect and cause the result. And he'd worked out what he was going to do. Sacrificing Sophie was one of those dominoes that had to be pushed. But Jim wished with all his being that she would make it. Because this was a key moment in his bigger plan for the near future. The greater plan. The game.

"Sophie, I believe in you. With all I have." Jim took Sophie's hand and clenched it within his. His eyes were filled with pure and unfathomable determination and bore into Sophie's. "Only you can control the outcome. Go. Love, you need to go." Jim's hand clenched the gun tighter into Sophie's slightly shaking palms, and licked his lips.

The driver was recited the plan from Jim in thorough detail (plus a few threats to be made into shoes) and stopped en route. Sophie's shaking hands slowly stopped and she held the gun firm in her grasp. This was the only thing that was going to determine if she would live or die. So for the life of her, she was going to do this right. Just as she reached for the door handle Jim's arms embraced her, and he pressed his soft lips to her porcelain cheek. He held her close as Sophie's head rested on his shoulder and she took in his scent. Jim Moriarty may have been a bad man. The baddest man. But he was the closest thing to a father Sophie had known in a long, long time and no matter what he'd done, no matter how much blood was on his hands, she loved him.

Wordlessly, Sophie pulled away and met Jim's eyes once more. They exchanged a mutual nod, and Sophie left the vehicle. Jim had prepared her with a gun, two knives, a lighter, a syringe, chloroform and a change of clothes, underneath a thin but effective (and probably mandatory) bulletproof vest. She zipped up the jacket and silently began to move as the car drove away. She looked up at the Government facility in front of her as she hid behind the pillar of a factory nearby. According to Jim it was the British Government (or as a synonym Mycroft Holmes) and was harbouring Sebastian and Jack prisoners. And she was about to break in. It was seemingly nothing extraordinary, and because it was in Venice yet ran by the British Government it wasn't as highly staffed or patrolled, naturally making it easier for Sophie's job. Even if she died in doing what she was about to, the only thing Sophie had as a priority was to save Sebastian and Jack. She looked inconspicuous. Just a teenage girl in a sundress and jacket, roaming about the streets as anyone would be.

Sophie edged closer to the building and thought about the three men she was doing this for. Anyone would think Jim was being cowardly, sending Sophie in to do the rescue for him. But they would be entirely wrong.

The car that now held only Jim drove no longer than 4 more minutes to reach its destination. Jim was naturally silent the entire time; praying (actually praying) Sophie would live. And Sebastian. Even Jack. He wasn't lying in the car. He believed in her. But he'd orchestrated this entire scenario in his mind and knew exactly how this was going to play out. He was going to tell the British Government where he was. In fact, he was going to go to the British Government. Mycroft Holmes. Even though that was the exact reason Sebastian and Jack were being held for torture of this information, Jim knew they'd never tell, but if they did so, they still wouldn't get out alive. Sebastian had committed far too many crimes in Jim's name. The same for Jack, even just his relation to Jim was practically enough to get him killed. So he was going to give Mycroft exactly what he wanted. Himself.

"Mr Moriarty." Mycroft Holmes held his umbrella in his left hand as Jim Moriarty left the black car and began strolling towards Mycroft in his usual whimsical state. But Jim held all the cards. Mycroft would assume Jim had sent Sophie off to safety. So at least he would have no idea she was about to break two criminals out of a Government unit. "It's been so long."

Jim grinned at the taller man and kept his hands inside the silken pockets of his favourite Prada suit. "Hasn't it? I've missed you so. And my dear Sherly." Jim's voice carried his sing-song tune and stood opposing Mycroft with a psychotic smile.

Mycroft's face didn't show it, but his insides roared at the mention of Sherlock. "Indeed. I don't need to tell you where you're going. And why you're going there." He wouldn't show any hesitation as he span to lead Jim Moriarty to the car that would be taking him to the airport, and back to England. For the thing Mycroft needed. It was only a whisper, but if anyone had it, it was Jim Moriarty.

The key code.

Jim didn't flinch nor hesitate to slide into the car. At least this was one step closer to the next chapter of his game. But one thing was reeling throughout his mind. Sophie, be safe.

Sophie found a deserted alleyway and changed into the new clothes Jim provided. Black fitting pants, a white blouse to cover the bulletproof vest, and a fitted leather jacket (that Sophie had to admit, made her look at least 23 and absolutely ravishing). Sophie slipped on her leather boots that snugly fit one knife nicely against her calf and stood, feeling so much more prepared for what she was about to do.

Sophie folded her old clothes into a pile and took the lighter, burning them down with the lighter (maybe it was necessary, evidence, maybe? Sophie couldn't be sure, but it seemed plausible and a good precaution to take. After all, she was wearing a bulletproof vest).

Her orange hair billowed behind her in the wind as she made her journey towards the glass doors or the Government facility, and wished with her entire soul that she wouldn't be recognised. Why would anyone? Well, that was probably a possibility. She wasn't just Sophie Moran, the unusual teenager anymore. She was Sophie Moran, sister to an assassin, employee of a criminal mastermind, and… Friend of a psychotic teenage boy.

Jim warned her exactly how to act, like she completely and utterly belonged exactly where she was. That she worked there, (the clothes definitely helped with the age issue) and she meant complete and utter business. This technically was true, except not the business of the Government. The business of the pretty much anti-Government.

No one even looked her way. To everyone around her, she was just a woman working and doing her job. Not preparing to cause a break in. Sophie knew that she couldn't exactly just ask for the keys to the door to unlock Jack and Sebastian from their cell and that would be that.

Sophie knew exactly what she must to do retrieve Seb and Jack.

Of course there was a reason Jim gave Sophie those weapons.

Action sooooooon! I feel like this chapter is quite short (is that just me?) but I have huge plans ahead, and the next chapter is going to be pretty huge. If you spotted I included a reference as to what time-ish during the series this is all happening at, in case there is any confusion!

Just a note- I know nothing about the British Government and how the hell it works. I'm going off my reading of spy novels and action movies pretty much. Sorry for the inevitable inaccuracy!

All my love. :)