Hi! Sorry I haven't updated recently. Hehe. Life keeps getting in my way. Anyway! Here is the 4th chapter. :) There will be one more and I can work on my other dreams. :) I hope you like it. Please review! XD

Chapter 4

Time skip. 4 days latter.

I pulled my long black hair into a pony tail as the wind whipped it across my face. I had just stepped out of the cab heading for Scotland yard. Walking through the doors I spotted Lestrade having a heated argument with Sally Donovan.

"But Sir!" Donovan whined.

"No!" Lestrade barked.

I tapped Greg on the shoulder and he turned giving me a halfhearted glare.

"Yes?"

"Maybe I could be of some help?" I said referring to the case.

Donovan barks out a laugh and Greg turns his glare on her.

"You? What training do you have?" He asks.

I pull out my American Police Badge. The equivalent of an Detective Inspector. Greg whistles a long note and shakes his head a smile on his face.

"Enough." I reply.

Donovan looks at my rank and her jaw drops.

"Oh, great. We have another Freak."

I caught myself in time before I slapped her across the face. Turing back to Lestrade I asked if I could be any help.

"Ya. Um. . . Yes you could. Sherlock's been giving me nothing as of right now, so yes. Thank you Tylara."

I nod and follow him inside his office leaving Donovan standing there alone. Lestrade then pulls out the case file and I take a look.

'Sebastian Moran, Moriarty's right hand man while he was still alive, was on the run. There was evidence to support the suspicion that Moran had killed a scientist and stole his research on nuclear weapons.'

I looked over the file and found they had little leads and I committed the information in the file to memory.

Why would Moran steal nuclear research if his boss was dead?

I thought it over and took the file home. When Molly got back from work at the morgue I asked her about the body she had pulled out for Sherlock. The man had been killed with an untraceable shot. The bullet was to a gun that wasn't in the database. No doubt it belongs to Moran. I nodded my thanks and went to my room, pouring over the information I had. When I heard Molly head to bed I texted Sherlock.

Any ideas? -TH

Seven so far. -SH

Okay. Mind telling me? -TH

I'd rather not. -SH

What if I told you I was now working on the case as well? -TH

How did you get Lestrade to let you on? -SH

I showed him my badge. -TH

Badge? You work for the police in America? -SH

Yup. :) -TH

Really? How did I miss that? I thought you were an artist. -SH

That's just my hobby. Now, Ideas? -TH

Give me a moment. -SH

I waited for a half hour before loosing my patience and texting him back.

Anything? Or did you forget about me? -TH

Hello there sweet. And who might you be? -SH

I could ask you the same question. -TH

Oh but you already know. -M

Moran. -TH

Haha :) Close, but lets go with that shall we? -M

Fine. Where's Sherlock and John, seeing as you have his phone there was a struggle. -TH

Oh. they're safe. For now. ;) -M

I text Lestrade.

Greg! Jim Moriarty is alive! He's got Sherlock and John tied up in that abandoned warehouse they were going to. -TH

WHAT?! Are you sure?! -GL

YES! I was talking to Sherlock when Moriarty got his phone. Get there now! -TH

Okay we'll be there soon. Keep him busy. -GL

Will do. -TH

Are you worried? -M

Of course not. -TH

. . . And why not? -M

Because I know you wouldn't just get rid of the only person who can alleviate your boredom. You're smarter then that. You tried it once and failed. So why do the same thing again? I suspect this is all a trap to get me to send the police over and they'll find nothing. -TH

Oh you are good. Almost too good. I have a proposition for you. -M

Oh really? -TH

Yes. How would you like to work for me? -M

What kind of work? I'm sure you don't know my background that well. -TH

Hmm. True, but I'm sure it will all work out. -M

Jim. What kind of work? -TH

Oh ho ho! You did figure it out! Hehehe! Okay fine. I'd like to have you as my John. You know Sherlock's pet? That's what you would be for me. I've been considering getting a live in one. -M

hmm. I see. I accept. -TH

Really? -M

Yes. It sounds fun, plus it would give Sherlock the shock of his life. He refused my help. I've been trying to get him to tell me what he found. -TH

So I see. The equivalent to a DI, and you want to take my offer? Hmm. -M

Yes I do. I feel I'm much like you Jim. Everyone is just so boring. The world needs a little chaos. :) -TH

I see. Okay, meet me the abandoned warehouse. I assume you know which one? -M

Abbington. -TH

Yes. Good girl. -M

Wait! -TH

What?! -GL

Moriarty is waiting for me. I tricked him. (I think) Give me twenty minuets in there. -TH

Fine. -GL

Thank you Greg. -TH

I took a cab to Abbington and slowly made my way inside. I had already deleted all my conversations with Lestrade so if Moriarty got my phone he wouldn't kill me, get away, or know the police were outside. I looked around the dark gloomy warehouse and made my way into the shadows. I took out my flashlight and swept it around looking for any signs of life. Movement. There in the corner to my left a shadow darker than the others moved closer to me. I waited, pretended I didn't see him. When the man was close enough I spun around and kicked him hard in the jaw. I looked down at Sebastian Moran as he tried to get up. His nose was bleeding and I had dislocated his jaw. He got up and swung a large meaty fist at me. I ducked and spun till I was right behind him. I took a wire off my side and jumped on his back wrapping the wire around his neck I pulled it tight. The steel cord bit into the soft skin at his jugular.

"Where's Jim?" When he didn't reply I pulled it tighter.

"I will kill you if you don't tell me, and I don't think he'd be to pleased to find his favorite sniper dead." I loosened the cord a little for him to speak.

"No. No I wouldn't." a voice from farther to my left spoke up.

I looked up and saw another shadow coming closer. I jumped off Moran and pocketed the wire.

"You really are remarkable." The man in the suite said.

"Thank you." I replied.

"Now. Are you sure you want to accept my offer?" Jim asks.

"Why ask me again? I said yes. Just because your sniper tried to kill me? Haha. No no no, this was a test. You wanted to see my abilities am I right?"

"Hehe. You are fun. Come here I want to show you something." He beckons me over to a more lit up part of the ware house.

There sat John and Sherlock. They were tied to chairs and had been beaten. I hid my contempt for Jim and smiled a sick evil smile. If this was going to work I needed to convince Sherlock. John looked up at me as I stepped into the light and his mouth dropped open.

"What the HELL Is going on here?!" He yells at me.

"I made a deal." Jim starts.

"That I couldn't refuse." I finished.

"What?" John looked crushed.

I looked over at Jim silently asking if I could tell him our agreement. When he gave an affirming nod I smiled.

"I'm his 'pet'. Like you John. You see the world is just oh so boring. It needs a little more chaos, don't you agree Jim?" I asked as I paced closer to my two friends tied to chairs.

"Yes. I do believe it does. Now. Sherlock, tell me where it is." Jim says standing in front of Sherlock.

"No."

I shot Jim a look but he didn't answer.

"Tell me Sherlock or John gets it." I saw John brace himself for the hit.

When Sherlock said nothing Jim motioned Moran over. Using his meaty fist he punched John across the face. Blood poured from John's now broken nose.

"Come on Sherlock. Just tell me where it is is and I'll let you go." Jim's voice went all soft.

"No."

"Fine then." His voice turned steely and cold.

He flicked his wrist and Moran attacked John again. I held back my anger and made my way over to Jim.

"What are you looking for?" I asked whispering in his ear.

"The research. They took it from me." he replied.

"I have an idea where it might be." I said louder so that Sherlock and John could hear me.

"Where?"

"With Mrs. Hudson." I replied watching their expressions.

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

Jim stopped Moran.

"Sherlock, tell me. Is it with your landlady?" Jim asks him.

I see a flash of fear and anger in Sherlock's eyes as he looks at me. I smiled in return despite the gut wrenching feeling. I hadn't meant to actually guess where he had it hidden. I had to be believable. Jim saw it too. He smiled maliciously.

"Sebby! Go and retrieve the research from dear Mrs. Hudson." Jim said with a smile.

Moran headed off and I smirked. Jim took it for pride, but I was happy because Lestrade's team was outside waiting. I walked over behind John and tightened their bonds. I stopped and put a small notch in each of their ropes so if need be they could get out. Jim saw my hand jerk to the side and I saw his eyes narrow.

Damn he suspected.

I walked over to him and smiled.

"we cant have them trying to get out to help Mrs. Hudson now can we?" I said.

"No. No we cant." He started pacing.

I frowned and he started to make his way back to me. He looked into my eyes and I willed myself to appear cold and calculating instead of partially frightened that he might know whats going on. What he did next caught me by surprise. He takes another step and . . . He kissed me. I stiffened eye's wide and unbelieving. My first kiss was stolen by a crazy psychopath. I tried to make myself relax so Jim wouldn't expect anything but it was too late. I cursed myself inwardly when he pulled away and scowled at me.

There was only 2 minuets left! So close! We almost had him!

He backed away and took off sprinting. I tore after him. He knew, he knew as soon as he kissed me that this was all a trick. I chased him around the warehouse but lost him in the outside crowd. After shoving people out of my way I hung my head and trudged back to the warehouse. I lost him. Upon reentering John stood up and yelled at Lestrade to arrest me.

"She's working with him! Get her in cuffs now!" He screamed.

I dodged John as he lunged at me. And he landed on his hands and knees on the ground. Some officers came over and subdued him. I walked over to Lestrade and gave him the news.

"How?" Greg asked shocked that it had happened two minuets before he would've come in.

"That's something I don't want to share." I replied.

"He kissed her." Sherlock spoke up.

I sighed and my hand went up to my forehead. I had a splitting headache but tried to play it off as fatigue and an itch on my head.

"I'm going to Baker street." I informed Lestrade as I started to walk away.

"What?! NO!"John screamed from where he was being detained by three officers.

"I need to make sure Mrs. Hudson is alright." I said turning back to Greg

"Don't let her go!"John screamed before the officers got the signal to gag him.

"You did get Moran when he ran out right?" I asked as I turned taking a few steps to the exit.

"Yes, we did." He replied.

"Good. I'll want to interrogate him when I get back okay Detective?" I asked as I reached the door.

"Of course." I heard him call and I was free to escape the loud confines of the warehouse.

I left Sherlock and John staring after me confused as I made my way over to 221B Baker street.

I exited the cab, paying the driver, then opened the unlocked door. I crept over to the door belonging to Mrs. Hudson. I took a deep breath and opened it swiftly scanning the room to find Mrs. Hudson sitting in a chair watching the telly. I sighed. Carefully approaching the sitting room I made sure there was no other humans in the building then turned to her. Mrs. Hudson's face sported a very confused look. I smiled and sat down on the other chair.

"I need the research, Sherlock and John had you hide." I told her dead serious.

She giggles.

"Oh my dear, I never had it." I froze.

What? So did Sherlock know I was faking? No, he just knew that he could trick me AND Jim into thinking she had it. But why? She can't stand up to Sebastian. He'd have sooner killed her and searched her flat then listen to her deny that she even had it.

"Sherlock gave it to someone else. I've been told not to tell anyone who has it." She smiled.

"Okay, so is it safe? Somewhere Moriarty wont know to look?" I asked.

"Oh, yes of course. It's as safe as it could possibly be dear." I smiled and bid my farewell.

I hailed a cab and went back to Scotland yard. I walked through the door and was met with a glare from Sherlock. I only spared him a glance before walking into Greg's office. I left the door open seeing as Sherlock was still following me. He looked up from his paperwork and gave me the rundown.

"You really kissed Moriarty?" He asked.

I sighed rubbing my temples.

"He kissed me, and that's when he figured out my play." I told him aware of Sherlock's burning glare on my back.

"I see. That's just downright nasty." Greg said trying to cover up a chuckle.

I glared at him.

"You aren't the one who was kissed by him. Do you happen to have any bleach? I'd love to get this taste out of my mouth." I joked with him.

"Sorry we don't." Greg said letting out the laugh he had been holding in as he swiveled in his chair.

Suddenly turning serious he turned back to me.

"Do you have the research?" I lowered my head a fraction.

"Mrs. Hudson didn't have it." I turned to Sherlock who was watching my every move from the doorway.

"Who'd you give it to Sherlock?" I asked.

"I'm not telling you." He stated bluntly.

I sighed.

"Why won't you tell me where it is Sherlock?" I asked him even though I already knew the answer.

"Because it would put them in danger." He replied.

"Fine. Is it safe? Are you sure Moriarty wont find it."

"Yes." His answers were getting shorter.

Impatience, he doesn't want to risk giving me any information in case I am in league with Moriarty.

"Good." I turned to Lestrade and nodded.

"Let's get this bloody giant behind bars." I said as I started to follow Lestrade into the interrogation room.

Moran was sitting cuffed at a small table. I watched him through the one-way glass as the officers and Lestrade questioned him. After an hour had gone by with no new information Greg pulled his officers out and met me in the small black room. I turned to him.

"Let me in, I want to ask him a few things. Maybe I can get something out of him." Greg nodded and I pushed past Sherlock who continued to glare at me as I entered the small off-white padded room.

I sat down in the hard metal chair across from the sniper.

"Hello Moran. I just wanted to ask you a few questions." I said.

No response, he didn't even lift his head up to look at me. I sighed.

"Moran, could you tell me where Jim like to lie low?" I waited for a minute.

"I don't know." Moran spoke up.

I smiled at him.

"Oh. I think you do." I waited.

No reply.

"You can tell me. Please?" I mimicked Jim's winy voice and he looked up at me eyes wide.

He still didn't answer. I changed tactics.

"He's not going to bail you out. But you already knew that." I said my voice held a tinge of anger.

Still no answer.

"Tell you what. I'll go easy on you in court. IF you tell me where he is." This didn't always work on criminals but it was worth a try.

He raises his head and locks his gaze on mine.

"He's going to make you suffer." He rasped out.

Okay not what I was expecting. lets see where this goes.

"How Sebastian?" I asked.

"Your weakness of course. He can find anyone's weakness." He replied in a gleeful voice.

I grinned at him, letting a touch of malice and psycho slip in as well. I watched as his eyes widened a fraction.

I must look just like him at times.

"I have no weakness." I told him still with that same grin.

"Yes you do. We all do." He said.

And then as an after thought.

"I'll never tell you where he is." my grin fell.

All my tactics weren't working and I was getting impatient.

"Oh really?"

"I can promise you that, Molly." He said.

I looked him in the eye and saw his fear. I took a handful of his hair and yanked up till he was standing then I slammed it down hard into the metal table. I was about to do it again when I heard yelling outside the room. The door opened behind me and three officers with their guns drawn came in yelling at me to put my hands behind my head and walk out slowly. I started to turn when I saw a small little earpiece fall from Moran's ear. My eye's widen as I realized Jim now knew my weakness. I turned around and stormed out of the room pushing past everyone and anyone in my way. I could hear Moran yell after me.

"I told you everyone has a weakness!"

I raced through Scotland yard. I had to get to Molly's flat. I was intercepted at the front door by Lestrade and Donovan. Greg spoke first.

"What the Hell was that?!" He yelled at me even as I tried to push through them.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." I mumbled.

I tried to pus past them again, go around but they both held their ground. I glared at them furiously. Greg continued his rant.

"You assaulted Moran in an interrogation! You're supposed to be arrested for that! What were you thinking?!" My head pounded and I felt my breath coming in uneven.

"I. . I. . I don't know." I managed to get out.

I felt tears well up in my eyes as Lestrade pulled out the handcuffs.

"No. Nonono. You don't understand. Jim, he, he's going to hurt Molly." Greg shook his head.

"I'm sorry Tylara. But there are laws. If it makes you feel better I'll send some officers over to look out for her." Greg said.

I nodded and put the handcuffs on. I followed Greg back into the building and down to the cells. I walked into the cold gray holding room and heard the scrape of the bared door closing behind me. I turned around and saw Greg turn around and walk away. I sighed, and slid to the ground. I hung my head and let the reality of what might happen to Molly wash over me.

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