My time in New York flew by; before I had known, the month had gone by.I was back in London and how I missed London. A new story was written down for me to remember and live out like a character in the story, which I had sadly became a part of. When I arrived at the flat it was empty, mostly likely John and Sherlock were on a case and I was going to able to unpack in peace. The flat looked undisturbed, the drawing of Jim was still pinned to the Smiley wall which surprised me. I remember taking it down before I left and throwing it away; I put my bags down and walked over to the paper which still had creases from where I crumbled it. My finger gently brushed it as a shuffle now came from the kitchen pulling my attention away from the drawing. I frowned looking over to the kitchen from my spot and I couldn't see the whole of it but just a shadow move from one corner to the other. My heart raced as I grabbed the nearest thing which was a mug and decided to use it as a weapon. I crept slowly over to the kitchen with my 'weapon' ready as the figure turned and allowed me to get sight of who it was.

"Put the mug down Samantha, I'm not your employer " Mycroft sighed, glancing at the mug in my hand.

I sighed and lowered the mug, before responding, "Mycroft do you always sneak into apartments? Can't you just call like a normal human being?"

He rolled his eyes before glancing around the apartment then speaking, "We need to discuss your trip to New York."

I frowned and nodded, "Let me grab my coat," I gestured to the living room.

"There is no need, I have assured this room is free of any bugs." He responded as he motioned to the two chairs behind me.

I glanced back and nodded walking over to Sherlock's chair and taking a seat then watching Mycroft take a seat in John's chair.

"As you were aware, Jim Moriarty was in our custody for a month and not willing to answer with any question we had for him." Mycroft recapped as he opened a file that was placed to his right.

I nodded and looked at the file wondering it there were any pictures of him being tortured during the previous month.

"Samantha," Mycroft sternly demanded for my attention, "Please pay attention."

"Sorry" I blinked remaking eye contact with him.

Mycroft looked me over quickly as if to take in my feelings for the situation before he started again, "As I was saying, we had Moriarty in our custody for a month and we were able to receive some information about you."

I looked up at him studded, "I'm sorry, what?"

"We were able to get the info from a restricted file from a government company named S.H.E.I.L.D. and find out your true origins." He continued looking down at the file and pulling out images of the time we were in Bruce's lab.

"What does this have to do with anything? It's in the past, that was a year ago and since then I have cut my ties with S.H.E.I.L.D. itself." I retorted back out of panic, that file was should to be destroyed and unreachable from people's grip like his and Jim's .

"It infact matters, Samantha. You have became an interest for U.N.I.T. but luckily they have not reached this file connecting you to the Doctor and my file on your connection to Moriarty." He concluded holding up a second file.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked with a frown glancing at the second file he set down.

"If U.N.I.T. connects you to Moriarty, you will be tortured for hours on end then ultimately thrown in jail and I'm positive you wouldn't be able to live through that,so as my brother has asked, I'm giving you an out." Mycroft summed up, taking in my bewildered expression.

"A-An out?" I stumbled slightly.

He nodded and glanced down at the files before looking back up, "Yes an out. These two files are the ordinary copies and if you would like me to, I will destroy them then you can go on with this lie you and Mr. Stark have created."

I chuckled, and leaned forward on my knees, "May I see your file first on myself?"

"If you wish" He spoke offering the file over , only to grab quickly and open it.

The file held pictures of Jim and I at the coffee shop and on the hospital rooftop as well myself entering his work building. Along with those photos was one photo of my arm with the scarred words and from the picture, it was taken within a day of that attack. I held the picture up and thrust at Mycroft before demanding, "Who took this?"

"Sherlock did, he took the day after your attack."

"And he just gave it to you?" I inquired pulling it back and looking at it.

"No, I took it off of his self phone, nobody knows he took it that day."

I looked over the photo with a bit of grief, nobody knew...except me and Mycroft;it made me wonder what else does Sherlock have on his phone.

I glanced down at the file and read over Mycroft's notes of my involvement with this criminal mastermind.

"I believed at first you were working for him intentionally, but after that image was pulled of Sherlock's phone that idea was well... revisited." Mycroft spoke as I read over the notes.

I sighed and closed the file handing it to him, "Yes" I simply responded.

"Good," He remarked collecting the files and standing, "I tell Sherlock not to get attached but my brother can't help himself."

"Yes, caring is not an advantage…" I muttered staring into my lap pulling with the right sleeve gently.

"You should learn something from that, Samantha because as I said before, he doesn't feel the same way." Mycroft acknowledged before walking out of the flat; leaving me alone in my web of lies and now a truth I didn't want to face and not even to him...not even to Sherlock.