I stared down at the unknown number and glanced back in the direction of the car that drove off with Jim, I hesitantly picked it up pressing it to my ear.

"Hello?" my shaken voice respond to the silence that was one the other side of the receiver.

"Don't react, just walk over toward the field of ravens and act like you are speaking to Mr. Stark or I will blow your brain all over the cobble stone." Sebastian's gravel voice echoed slightly over the phone.

I frowned and took in a deep breath resisting the reaction to look for him on top the building that surround us in the Tower courtyard. I slowly turned toward the field that faced the wall of the tower and walked listening to Sebastian telling me to keep going.

I froze when he said "Stop, and sit on the bench facing the field and pay attention to what I have to tell you. Got it?"

I swallowed and choked out, "Yes."

"Good,now as you can tell Jim...being the idiot he is, got his dumb ass arrested. Your job from now on is to follow the trail." Sebastian demanded at me, causing me to question what was planned for me...this was Sherlock's game not mine.

"On the day of the trail, you will be in the courtroom. You will not testify against Jim, if you even try to, you would be dead within the hour. Understand ?"

" Yes...I understand."

"Good,when I have further instructions I will not contact me or Jim unless being summoned and don't be an you like this will take the fun out of it for me"

And with that dead air filled the receiver and I was left, with a list of things that will have in a month in a half and I wasn't ready for it. I needed a plan and it sounded like I had no time to plan it, Moriarty has stung a web and I was now one of the flies stuck in his trap.

John approached me after they had finished in the Tower, I only became aware of his presence when he plopped down on the bench.

I was fiddling with my phone as I glanced up at him slowly then broke out into a weak smile.

" Hey, John…"

He smiled back weakly and put his arm around my shoulder giving me a comforting hug as if to reassure me I was safe from Moriarty and didn't have anything to wonder about, but he didn't know the truth.

He just held me like that for a few minutes not speaking, probably because he didn't know what to say and I'm happy he didn't. I didn't need to hear him ask about my well being because I knew I wasn't ok and I didn't need to repeat it to him it was clear on my face.

Sherlock's voice called out to us causing us to pull away from the caring embrace and glance behind us. Sherlock stood there with an unreadable face as normal but a hint of worry in his eyes was detected as he broke down the situation.

" Ready to go? Lestrade needs us back at the station, he wants to take our statements." He disclosed.

"Our statements about what?" I asked standing up tucking my phone away.

"The pool." Sherlock said turning on his heel toward the street.

My stomach dropped as I stopped in my place, only to have John stop next to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

I flinched and shook my head, " No… I don't want to." I choked out trying not to shake slightly.

Sherlock stopped and frowned slightly only to have John ask the question that was pondering in Sherlock's mind.

"Sam… why not? Your statement could put him away for good." John questioned with fear in his voice.

"I-I just don't want to John." I retorted raising my voice slight bring attention to us.

John glanced at Sherlock then groaned before throwing his hands up into the air and walking off in a storm of confused rage. I watched him then glanced at Sherlock who was eyeing me, as he spoke " We mustn't keep the Inspector waiting."

I nodded before walking past him and over to John who was trying to hail a cab.

" He threaten to kill me if I ever tell the police John." I spoke softly but loud enough to grab his attention.

" He what?!" John's voice cracked as Sherlock strolled up behind us.

"He threatened to kill me John,why do you think he carved his name into my bloody arm! " I retorted back raising my arm hailing the closet cab over.

At that I opened the door to the cab and slide into the seat telling the driver to go to the Scotland Yard, slamming the door in John's face.


I beat the boys to the yard and waited in Lestrade's office, watching the door to the room that held Jim only a few feet away. Greg knew about my ordeal with Jim since the Christmas party but he never brought it up. One person at least understood what I had gone through with that mad man but I still was owned by him. His name carved into my skin, his face haunting my memories and dreams.

I was tied to this man like the last one but Loki didn't get away with anything like this...except for trying to kill me but hey I was alive right? That stuff with Loki felt like a dream to what my life is now, at least then I was a bit happier and I had the Doctor to cheer me up. I smiled to myself as the door to where Jim was opened and Greg walked out rubbing his head and sighing audibly. He glanced at to where I was and waved me over to him; I blinked in surprise and made my way out of his quiet office and to him.

"Greg, what's up?" I asked glancing at the door behind him.

"He wants to speak to you, Sam. In private, no cameras no police.I surprised he even knew you were here, he didn't see you come in." Greg sighed softly, looking at me with sad eyes.

I frowned and looked at the door,rubbing my hand against my scarred flesh underneath my sleeve before speaking, "Are all the police out of the room?"

"You're not serious, are you?" Greg choked out in surprise, eyes widen.

I shot a look at Greg, " No of course not, I want to be in there with a psychopath but if it can get him to talk to you then fine." I responded, knowing Jim would never talk to the police.

Greg sighed and nodded going into the room and ordering all the officers on a coffee break, allowing me to step in.

The room was well lit and most of the light seemed to be focused on Jim who had his head down and in his own little world. Greg glanced at him then put a hand on my shoulder before whispering in my ear, "Knock on the door if you need to be let out or need any help ok?...and are you sure you want to do this?"

My words escaped me as I nodded and kept my eyes on Jim who wasn't moving as I heard Greg sighed and walk out closing the door behind him.

"What a good pet you are being Sammy-dear, seems like you learned your place." Jim said breaking the silence and finally bring his head up to look at me with those dark eyes.

"Just doing what I told." I repeated like he would of wanted.

" Oh don't be so boring!" He groaned loudly, then shot me a deadly look, " Sit down."

I glanced at the chair that was across the table from the monster and slowly took my seat like I have too many times already.

He smirked and glanced over me with a bit of pride, " Sebby has contacted you already correct?"

"Yes, and he has given me your orders to what will happen in the next few weeks."

His smirked grew as he leaned forward with his hand still in handcuffs which were attached to the table which only allowed him to lean in so far.

"Can you lean in, pet?" He ordered leaning closer to me.

I frowned and did so until his face was right next to my face, his voice like a snake hissed out, "Give Sherlock a message for me until we met again, dear."

Then with that his hand reached up grabbing the back on my neck pulling me further across the table and out of my chair, his fingernails dug into my skin breaking it and drawing blood.

" 'I O U' " He hissed as his hand came down from my neck tearing at my skin the whole way down.

I choked out a small scream of shock as my hand came rushing up to my bleeding neck causing me to stumble back and away from my chair quickly, then hit the wall with a not so gentle force. I stared at Jim shocked as his smirk grew and he began to chuckle softly just as the door was swung wide open nearly taking me out in the process. I stumbled away from the opening door to the wall adjacent to it allowing me to see who was coming to my aid and low and behold it happened to be Greg and John. Jim had grown silent as the two soldiers of justice came running to save me, the damsel in distress. Greg glanced at Jim before looking over at me eyes widen as the blood slowly dripped down my hand.

"What the hell happened?" He ordered as John took note of the wound and run to my side pulling my hand away from the small flesh wound.

"He scratched her and it's deep." John observed pulling out a napkin he had in his pocket and pressing it to my wound.

Greg looked at Jim's cuffed hands than me while John looked over my wound which gave Jim a few seconds to shoot a look at me and gently shake his head which meant, 'talk or die'. In those few quickly seconds, silence overwhelmed me except from the sound of my blood hitting the floor.