Up to now I think this is my least favourite chapter but please leave a comment and tell me what you think? Thankyou to those who have reviewed/favourite/alerted. :)

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Sherlock kept quiet about the seeing the message attached to the roses. If she planned on telling him, then she would. But of course, she never did.

Flashback.

''Secret admirer?''

''What?''

''Your flowers''

''Oh right. I don't know – anonymous'' she turned round and gave him a smug look, ''why, are you jealous?''

''Course not,'' Sherlock assured, ''just curious''

John snorted.

Elizabeth was at work when she received another message, an e-mail: Tick tock Lizzie. x

She packed her things up quickly and headed back to Baker Street.

Whoever it was wasn't giving up anytime soon.

''I thought I'd order takeaway tonight'' John said, flipping through one of the Chinese menus that got pushed through the letterbox.

''Yeah fine''

''Or I can try cooking if you like?''

''Whatever''

''But-,''

Liz huffed from where she was lay on the sofa, ''look, to be honest John, I'm not in the least bit hungry. Get whatever you like''

''Liz…'' John put down the menu and leant forward, elbows on his knees, ''if there's something you want to talk about… He is worried about you, you know and I am a doctor'' he watched her as she rolled her eyes, ''and your friend. I worry about you to''

She twisted round on the sofa, toying with the thought of just telling him. Relieving some of the weight she carried on her shoulders then at least one other person knew who she could trust, she wouldn't be alone. But then he was Sherlock's friend as well, she couldn't expect him to keep something like this from him.

This was all Mycroft's fault. Somehow, someone who didn't like her very much had gotten hold of those records and were now threatening to use them if she didn't spill the beans.

And he didn't return her calls.

Oh how she could just strangle that man.

''No, I'm fine'' John looked disappointed but she had to fix this herself, ''thankyou'' she added sincerely.

''Okay. But there's something you're not letting on. Now I don't know how long you think you can keep it from him but he knows something's not right and he will get to the bottom of it'' he got up out of the arm chair to reach his phone off the mantelpiece, ''but please, for all our sakes. Sort it out soon and I'm ordering you a takeaway anyway so don't sulk about it''

''John''

''What?''

''Shut up''

''Yeah, thought I may have pushed it a little with the last bit'' John laughed.

[1 text message] – Did you like my flowers? X

Liz stared at the text. It was Sunday, and she was in the middle of doing nothing only stare a hole in the wall when her phone buzzed.

She was bored but feeling brave, so she replied – I prefer Tulips. Who is this?

Not a minute later and her phone buzzed again – Oh, don't I get a kiss? I'll bare that in mind, and you've heard of me honey. x

She was disappointed by the reply but didn't really expect much different – Ooh, playing games are we? Well, sorry, I don't play ball. How did you get hold of those records?

- Did you really need to ask, your brother-in-law comes in very handy. You ought to be careful what company you keep and if you really want my hospitality you should be more polite. Xx

Getting frustrated and cursing Mycroft, she replied – What do you want from me? – with a rather violent 'X' at the end.

- Oh so I do get a kiss, lovely. And I think I've made it quite clear what I want you to do sweetheart. Inevitably I want you to destroy Sherlock Holmes. xx

- What makes you think I would ever agree to that? – But she already knew the answer. He knew about her abortion and what's worse, he could prove it. When he didn't reply, she rolled her eyes and sent a separate message: - 'x' after not putting it on the end of the previous one.

- Thankyou, see? Kissing can get you anywhere. And haven't you worked out who I am yet? I'm disappointed. xx – Liz started at the screen, fingers hovering over the buttons.

- No I haven't, why don't you indulge me? x

She waited patiently for the stranger to reply, of course it was only a few moments before she was opening a text message that read – My, my, we are impatient. Does your husband know you flirt with random strangers over text message? – Jim Moriarty. Xxx

She'd heard that name. Sherlock had told her all about Mr Moriarty before.

Please leave your message after the tone. *Beep* ''Mycroft when you get this message, can you please answer your bloody phone!''

She slammed the receiver back on the stand. That must have been the millionth answer phone message she'd left over the past two months.

She'd thought about going up to see her brother-in-law in person but really she didn't have the time. Liz worked during weekdays and at weekends she helped her husband with cases and she doubted he wouldn't notice if she mysteriously felt like visiting Mycroft all of a sudden.

Liz hadn't received a message from Moriarty for a month. She gradually gained weight and started taking the contraceptive pill.

''Sherlock Holmes'' she said lowly, ''you will let me kiss you''

''Why?''

''Because you are my husband and I very much love you, now come here''

She tried to kiss him but he craned his neck out of her way, ''I'm busy''

''Your never that busy''

He shut his eyes and took in a deep breath when she started toying with the hair at the nape of his neck, ''I am today''

She tutted. ''Spoilsport''

Elizabeth heaved herself off the sofa and walked away, wondering what was wrong with her husband. He'd been prickly all week…

It was on Thursday evening when she returned home from work did everything start going more wrong.

She climbed the stairs of 221b tiredly, dying to kick her heels off and relax on the comfy chair with a glass of wine. When she reached the top step, she heard a voice, one that was not her husband or flat mate but the one of the eldest Holmes brother.

''So you see the mistake I've made Sherlock. By allowing the information to get into the wrong hands, Elizabeth is in danger''

She opened the door, already guessing the topic of the conversation.

Sherlock's flinty expression told her all she needed to know and as it turned out, Mycroft had told him everything.

''You had no right'' she dropped her handbag down on the kitchen counter angrily, ''it was up to me how and when I told him, not your decision''

''I can assure you, I have your best interests at heart''

''Yes of course you do'' she said mockingly.

Liz plonked herself in the chair facing Sherlock, who remained mute throughout the duration of his wife and brother's heated discussion.

When Mycroft left, the two of them still remained silent. Sherlock's eyes burning a hole in the floor and Liz staring down at her lap.

''When were you going to tell me?'' he said abruptly, causing Liz to jump, ''you said to Mycroft that it was up to you how and when you told me''

''I didn't know how to'' she admitted.

Sherlock suddenly slammed his hand down on the chair arm, ''It's been months!''

''I know!''

''Didn't it occur to you I might have wanted to know at the time? A simple, 'Darling, I think I may be pregnant' would of sufficed, or perhaps 'I'm being threatened dear', Oh really, who by? 'JAMES MORIARTY' –'' Liz kept her head down as he continued to rant and pace round the room. Then something clicked in her mind about what he had just said ''- But no, I couldn't help you because you didn't think it wise to tell me!''

''What do you mean, 'I might have wanted to know at the time'?''

''Really Liz, do you honestly think I wouldn't have figured it out? I thought you were cleverer than that''

Silence.

''So you knew then?''

''Of course I knew! I've known ever since I found the pills in your handbag'' he pointed at the offending article still sitting on the table, ''I realised you must have been pregnant at some point to realise you ever needed them in the first place. What I didn't know was that you were in contact with James Moriarty''

''Is that what your more pissed about? ''

''Yes! Because of your stupidity! By waiting this long you've given Moriarty the perfect ammunition''

What for?

He stopped pacing and leaned over infront of her, ''didn't it register in that thick skull of yours that this man could be dangerous? Haven't I already told you what he's capable of? He's going to use you Liz!''

''I wanted to! I tried'' Liz defended herself; he seemed more bothered about this Moriarty character then the other thing.

''Well, not very hard. Evidently''

Just then John walked in carrying this week's shopping, ''I've just seen Mycroft on my way up, is everything okay? I heard shouting…''

''No John, everything is not okay. Liz was just telling me why she didn't tell me about the baby she was carrying and how she's been in contact with Moriarty for months''

Liz suddenly felt ashamed. Had she really caused so much distress? She looked up at Sherlock who had crouched infront of her; she'd never seen him look so angry.

''Well, aren't you going to say something?'' he questioned her,

''Sherlock, I don't think-,''

''Be quiet John. Come on, I want you to tell me all about it'' Liz could feel her heart pounding and her breathing come out in shaky puffs of air. She glanced over at John who had since not dropped the shopping and was looking at her with an unreadable expression. She opened her mouth to speak when she felt Sherlock's hand on her chin, jerking her face upwards to look him in the eye, ''no, no. Don't look at him. Look at me. Look me in the eye Elizabeth and tell me''

''You already know''

''I want to hear it from you, I want to hear you say it'' His eyes were boring into hers with such intensity that she daren't look away.

''I'll just, err, give you two some privacy'' she heard John say somewhere from the direction of the kitchen and he shuffled out of the room awkwardly.

She told him everything. Not that he didn't already know, but he insisted on hearing it from her point of view. The pregnancy, the abortion, Mycroft dropping the medical records at the flat, the messages from no one, the flowers and then replying back to one of the text messages and finding out it was James Moriarty on the other end.

She told him about how at first he just goaded her with the information, then after a while insisted that she tell Sherlock. He wanted her to destroy him and now, as her husband had explained, because Sherlock already knew, Moriarty would try and find something new to hurt him with and it would most definitely involve Elizabeth.

''If you'd have just told me you were pregnant, none of this would be happening''

Elizabeth sighed, that must have been the tenth time he'd hinted at that today. ''I was worried you'd try and talk me into keeping it'' she admitted.

He remained quiet; he didn't even look as though he was listening. Sat in the arm chair facing hers, legs crossed over haphazardly with one elbow on the arm rest and staring into the fireplace.

''I'm going to bed'' she sighed, getting up from the chair. She didn't look back and Sherlock didn't acknowledged he'd heard her.

Liz stared up at the ceiling, she had to get up for work in a few hours and Sherlock still hadn't come to bed. She toyed with the idea of pulling a sickie to avoid having to get out of bed early but she was on her last warning. Anymore time off that wasn't a holiday and she would be fired.

She lay there for another hour or so, just drifting off when she heard the bedroom door creak open and shut quite loudly – obviously he hadn't bothered to be quiet as to avoid waking her, although she wasn't asleep so she supposed it didn't matter. She felt the mattress sink behind her and realised that he mustn't have changed into his pyjamas, coming to bed in his usual suit which he often did sometimes when he couldn't be bothered getting changed.

He lay stiffly beside her, taking care to stay on his side of the mattress and she on her side. Sherlock stared at the patterns on the ceiling much like his wife had been doing before. He was still angry, she could sense it.

Morning came all too quickly for Liz's liking. The sun crept through the slightly ajar curtains telling her it was time to be getting up.

Looking at the clock beside her, it said 06:38. Groaning, she shoved the covers back and dragged herself out of bed and towards the bathroom for a shower.

Sherlock was still asleep, faced towards the edge of the mattress with the duvet pulled up to his chin. Normally he'd be up by now or awake when Liz got up for work, but she guessed he was either very tired as he only got to bed a few hours ago or still annoyed at her so was pretending to be asleep to avoid her. Either way when she got out of the shower, he was still there and she supposed she wouldn't see him till she got back from work.

John was in the kitchen. He was up early considering it was his day off today; however Liz didn't feel much like explaining everything right now so grabbed her coat and bag, said goodbye to John and headed downstairs without any breakfast.

It was 11:03 in the morning.

''What is it with you and being an inconsiderate twat all the time?''

Sherlock ignored him and proceeded to lie on the sofa where he would read the paper until he found something better to do. ''Where's Liz?''

''Gone to work'' John sighed, ''I don't know what all that was about last night but you really could have handled it better''

''Hm'' was all the reply.

John continued with his blog and Sherlock with his newspaper until the phone rang.

''Phone''

''Let the answer machine get it'' Sherlock drawled lazily, flicking another page.

The answer machine did and it was Liz's boss. ''Hello, this is LLR Solicitors, Peter Sykes speaking. I regret to say Elizabeth that this was the final straw. You were informed on numerous occasions that anymore time off and we would have to let you go, you also failed to provide an explanation as to why you would not be coming into work today, therefore I will send a reference-,'' The rest of the message was never heard as Sherlock knocked it off before it could finish.

''I though you said Liz went to work today?''

''She did''

So what do you think, is it worth continuing for a few more chapters, I'm thinking of including Moriarty in the next one.

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