Authors Note: I had another bout of inspiration and decided to write this, it could be continued, but only if people like it (or if I just choose to anyways) I just wanted to make a character as sinister and unbalanced as I could without going OTT. In my head it probably looks a lot better, but hey ho. PLEASE let me know what you think, reviews make me happy!

By the Way this chapter is probably set 2 years after chapter one, if we're gonna do a timeline, and definitely after season 3 (either way there is a big gap until Sherlock and [evil AU] Eve meet again.)

Mary walked through her lounge and into the kitchen to fetch herself a glass of water. John was already up tending to the baby. He was no doubt singing softly and gently rocking the baby Watson back and forth. She took a sip of her water and started to trudge back to the bedroom.

"Hello, Mary..."

Mary stopped and turned slowly in the direction of the unfamiliar voice. On one of the sofas, sat a tall, slim blonde, dressed in black leather and a gun, glinting in the light coming from the street below.

"Oh my god." Mary whispered frightfully. "Eve."

Eve smiled and sat up from her reclined position and aimed her gun loosely in Mary's direction.

"The very same." Eve said with a sickening smile splitting her lips.

"Are you here to kill me?"

Eve let loose a soft laugh and shook her head.

"No!" She drawled. "Why would I waste a bullet on a traitor like you?" Her smile vanished and was again set to that horrifyingly sinister look.

"What do you want?" Mary asked growing cautiously more confident.

Eve ignored her and looked around the living room.

"Charming house you have, I suppose domestic bliss really is good for some people, and I don't think that's baby fat I'm seeing there..." She said pointing to Mary's slightly bloated stomach. Mary wrapped the dressing gown around her tighter and Eve pouted. "No. Now it just looks worse..."

"What do you want?!" Mary raised her voice and Eve shushed her.

"Shh! Don't want to wake the baby now, do we?" She gave Mary a mocking sympathy smile and rose from her seat. "Is John here?" She said looking around idly.

Marry said nothing, she merely glared at Eve.

"Oh don't worry I know he's here, on the night shift, is he?" She looked in the direction of soft crying from the baby. "Maybe we should go say hi," she said started to move away.

"Don't!" Mary stepped in front of her and shoved Eve back by her shoulder. She instantly regretted it. Eve's wide eyes stared at her, as if she couldn't believe what she had just done, then they turned to slits as she raised the muzzle of her gun up to Mary's face.

"You try that again, and I decorate the wall with your brain." She said darkly, scaring Mary to her core. Mary nodded timidly, and Eve smiled wolfishly and stepped away giving a small sigh. "Now, go fetch him for me." She ordered. Mary was about to walk away when Eve called her back. "Oh and 'Mary'," she said snidely, for she obviously knew her real name. "Don't try and call the police, I disconnected the phone line, and I also have your mobile," she said gesturing to the mobile on the table. "But I don't think, even you, are stupid enough to try that."

Mary walked away, but heard Eve call back again.

"And bring the baby as well."

Mary turned sharply with a look of horror plastered across her face. Eve looked confused for a moment then scoffed in exhaustion.

"Oh please Mary! I'm not a barbarian, I just want to see your precious miracle, and see who she takes after...I hope to God it's the father," she smiled innocently. Mary wanted to strangle her, but she knew she had to play by Eve's rules. She had worked with her enough times in the past to know that she was dangerous and wasn't to be played around with.

Mary entered the bedroom John and the baby Watson were in and looked on wistfully, before tapping John's shoulder and hoping to God that Eve would come in, for Mary taking so long.

"John?"

"Hmm? Oh hi...what's wrong?"

"We need to go into the living room,"

"Why?"

"We have a guest,"

"Oh god, is Sherlock drunk?"

"No, it's someone else." Mary's voice stated to shake.

"Who?" John stated to see the worry in his wife's face.

"Just come with me, and bring the baby." She grabbed his hand and led him through back to the living room. John knew something was up, but when he saw a mysterious woman lounging on an armchair, he instinctively drew the baby closer to his chest, for protection.

"Ah, Doctor Watson, please take a seat," she said, smiling up at him. When he remained stoic, her smile faded and she cocked her gun, and aimed it at John. "Now." She warned. John and Mary sat carefully on the opposite sofa and watched as Eve sat up and twiddled the gun in her hand. "Now that I have your attention, we shall proceed: Where is Sherlock Holmes?"

"I'm sorry?" John asked confused.

"Oh no, excuse me, William Sherlock Scott Holmes." She smiled. John seemed at a loss. How did she know his real name? Maybe she had a history with him.

"What do you want with him?" Mary spat.

"That, my dear, is none of your business." Eve said. Mary frowned, not liking what she was insinuating, "Now, where is he?"

"I don't know…"

"Forgive me if I don't believe you, but you are his best friend, are you not?"

"Yes but…"

"Then you'll know where he is." Eve cut him off, sharply.

"He said he was going on a case, I haven't seen him in nearly a week."

"Hmm," Eve said disbelievingly.

"Have you tried his flat?"

Eve's eyes widened comically, "Oh gosh, why on earth didn't I think of that?! John, you're a genius!" sarcasm dripped from her every word.

John's eyes narrowed in irritation, "You're messing with me aren't you?"

"Of course I'm messing with you, you idiot," Eve scowled menacingly, tossing the gun between her agitated fingers, "There was no one there except that irritating landlady. She wasn't very helpful."

"What did you do to her? She was no threat, she's just a harmless old lady!" John bean to shake with uncontrolled anger, Mary placing a comforting hand upon his arm.

Eve laughed cruelly at John's expression, "Calm down Johnny-boy! I left her alone, though she might be slightly petrified of me. But don't worry, I wouldn't waste my bullets on someone so unworthy. Much like your wife!"

It was Mary's turn to shake in rage. She rose and squared up to Eve.

"You better get the hell out of here Eve or I swear to God-!"

"Yes? What will you do, Ani- Oh I'm sorry, you don't go by that name anymore, do you?" she smirked and watched Mary sink back down into her seat. Eve sighed and turned her attention back to John.

"Right; John? Give me your phone."

John hesitated.

Eve cocked her head to the side and frowned, before raising her gun again.

"Or do we need a little more convincing?" she almost whispered. That's when the baby started to stir and babble. "Oh what an adorable baby," she said lightly, "You know, babies are such precious beings. They need so much care, so much protection. Wouldn't it be awful if something were to… happen?"

"JOHN, GIVE HER THE PHONE!" Mary cracked. John hurriedly dug into his dressing gown pocket and retrieved his phone. Eve clicked her fingers impatiently, waiting for John to drop it into her expectant hand. She unlocked his phone on the first try and immediately found Sherlock's name and number.

"Oh he's on your speed dial, how cute." She grinned. She hit the dial button and dramatically raised it to her ear.

Sherlock was camped out, watching the corporate building for any sign of movement in the office floors, when his phone rang out. He muttered obscenities and saw that the caller ID was none other than John Watson. He sighed deeply and answered the phone.

"For God's sake, John, I told you I'm on a case!" he said irritably.

There was a silence and Sherlock was about to hang up when he heard the chilling lilt of a familiar voice.

"Hello, darling."

"Eve," Sherlock breathed.

"Did you miss me?"

"What have you done with John?"

"Nothing. Why do you think I should?"

"Eve." He said warningly.

"Don't worry I won't do anything…not yet anyway."

"What do you want?"

"I think it's high time, we met up for another little chat, don't you?"

Sherlock tried to regain some of his composure and breathed through his nose. "Where?" he asked.

"Meet me at my apartment, in half an hour."

"But I-"

"I don't wish to hear your excuses, set your affairs in order and meet me there. It would be unwise to keep me waiting, after all…you of all people know what I'm capable of." Sherlock heard the sound of a gun clicking on the other side of the line and a baby's cry.

"EVE!" Sherlock shouted, but the line disconnected and the dull hum of the line was all he could hear. Sherlock threw his phone to the side and ruffled his hair.

He had no choice. He was under her control and she knew it.