Chapter 10! Double figures, oh yeah :) Thank you for sticking with it and for all your follows, favourites and reviews so far! I just hope you all carry on liking it :) This chapter I am very nervous about and I think you'll see why. It's a bit darker than some of the others but hey, we're in the middle of the story now. :P


Everyone waited silently as Olivia looked at her hands, preparing for what she was about to say. Greg didn't dare to speak incase he put her off and he was sure that was everyone else's thought too. After a few moments Greg looked at Sherlock who was just looking at her patiently, until she spoke.

"I was working late one night on my own when he came in. At the time, I just thought that he was 'Jim from IT', I had no idea who he really was so I was fine with him being there." She inhaled deeply for a second and closed her eyes. "That's until he didn't seem to want anything from me, he just wanted to talk which was a bit strange considering I hadn't really met him before. He started asking me questions about myself and in the end, I got a little weirded out and confronted him about it. That's when he changed." Lestrade was watching Olivia carefully, seeing the stubborn facade that she was wearing slowly fade into the truth that she was scared but as he listened to her, he was quite surprised that Sherlock wasn't making her skip most of her story, he seemed to be listening to her just as intently as Greg was.

"At first I thought he was joking but everything about him changed, his voice, the way he stood, his eyes. All kindness in his face disappeared and it didn't take long for me to realise that he was dangerous." Olivia continued and John folded his arms as he stood near Greg.

"Did he threaten you?" John asked and Olivia nodded.

"He told me that he wanted me to do something for him in the future and that if I didn't agree, he would find the thing that I most cared about and destroy it. It was dark and I was alone with him and he looked so terrifying that I believed him straight away. He went away and didn't come back until weeks later. That's when he told me what he wanted me to do." She stood up after she spoke and walked away from them towards the window as Sherlock continued to watch her.

"He asked you to fake the report." He said but she did not turn to face him when she replied.

"That's not all."

"What else did he ask you to do Olivia?" Lestrade asked, walking a little closer to her and she turned to face him, her eyes watery.

"I can't... I can't tell you. You don't understand how scary he is. How powerful he is." She replied, her voice shaking and John moved around the room to stand across from her.

"I get it. I've seen him and I've seen what you're scared of. The man strapped a bomb to my chest and almost blew me up so yeah, I get it." He said, his voice both firm and careful. "But if you don't tell us what you know then he's just going to carry on threatening more people and make them as terrified as we were." Olivia looked at him when he finished and gave a small nod.

"Okay." She whispered and closed her eyes. "He asked me to be part of a group he called his 'pawns' and I'm not the only one he asked."

"What do you mean?" Lestrade asked after waiting a little for her to elaborate.

"She means that there are others like her in St Bart's. People that Moriarty has got to and people that he is now using to his advantage in this new 'group' of his." Sherlock answered for her, looking a little disappointed with the term 'group'. Olivia nodded again.

"But it's not just St Bart's. He's everywhere. He has dirt on everyone so he can blackmail anyone he likes. This is bigger than you're imagining Mr Holmes." Olivia said, now looking directly at Sherlock who moved closer to her so that he was in front of her.

"How big?" He asked quietly and Olivia shook her head.

"No-one is sure."

"'No-one is sure'." Sherlock repeated, thinking on her words. "You make it sound like you communicate with the other members of..." He paused and sighed, his face full of exasperation. "This group." He finished, rolling his eyes at John. He obviously did not agree with Moriarty's name choice for them.

"We don't know each other's real names or what everyone looks like but we communicate when he wants us to and if he needs us to." She responded and Lestrade folded his arms, feeling more and more uncomfortable with the situation as he learned more.

"When you say they're everywhere, where else do you mean?" Greg asked and Olivia bowed her head and covered her eyes with her hands.

"I can't say." She replied, returning back into her scared shell. "He'll kill her." She whispered, almost inaudibly but Sherlock had obviously heard and moved even closer to her.

"Your sister." He said and Olivia looked up at him with terrified eyes.

"What? How did you -?"

"It has to be someone incredibly close to you that he's threatened as the way you are fighting giving us information says that it is someone you worry about constantly. The protective way you talk suggests it is certainly someone younger than you, someone you feel maternal about; not a child though, there's no ring on your finger and you aren't the kind to do anything without being confident of security, the type of phone you have and the ridiculous size of the casing it's in points to that, so my guess would be a younger sister." He replied and Greg looked at Olivia closely, trying to see what he had seen but all he could just about manage was to see an old looking phone poking out of her pocket. Olivia stared at him, looking just as baffled as Greg was before nodding slowly.

"That's right. He wasn't lying about you was he?" Olivia muttered, her eyes flicking to Greg for a moment before she continued.

"He says that he'll kill her if I don't do what he says. He knows where she lives, where she works, even where she gets her haircut. He'll do it, I know he will." Her voice became higher and more panicked as she talked and Lestrade could sense that they were starting to lose her but they still needed her to talk.

"Olivia. Remember what I said. He is a dangerous man and he needs to be stopped and you can help us with that." John spoke again, his voice gentler than last time as he probably sensed the same thing as Lestrade. "We have the means to keep your sister safe, we can do that but you have to help us first." He added and Olivia looked at him, a little uncertainly.

"Molly needs your help Olivia." Mary said suddenly from across the room and Olivia looked at her in confusion.

"What?"

"Molly Hooper, the girl you work with, Moriarty has her. We need your help to find her." She replied and Olivia brought her finger up to her mouth to chew on her nail nervously. "Now imagine if your sister was where Molly is now, wouldn't you want someone to help her too?" She asked and Lestrade could see a small smile appear on Sherlock's face. Mary had obviously said exactly the right thing.

"Okay. I can't believe I'm doing this but, okay." She replied quietly after a moment at walked back over to the window as she spoke. "I can tell you where the rest of them are and what little I know about them but you have to promise me that you'll look after my sister." She turned to face Lestrade who nodded.

"We'll do our very best." He replied.

"Now, what do you know? And we need names if you can, even if you aren't sure if they're their real ones, just tell us everything you know, starting with the main places he targets people." Sherlock said urgently and Olivia took a shaky breath.

"Well, a lot of them are right under your nose. There's St Bart's and Sco-." She began to speak but what happened next made Lestrade's blood run cold as Mary's scream echoed around the room. The window that Olivia was in front of shattered as a bullet pierced the glass and hit Olivia in the head. She fell instantly, crimson liquid pooling underneath her as everyone in the room stared in horror at her on the floor. John ran up to her quickly and began to examine her, moving his hands around her to check for a pulse and breathing and Mary joined him seconds later, doing the same thing.
Sherlock instead sprinted over to the window his eyes darting out of the shattered glass and up towards the building opposite them, searching frantically for any sign of the gunman.

"Did the shot come from up there?" Lestrade asked as he pulled out his phone.

"It had to have done. There's no other way." Sherlock replied, now looking at the spiked glass that still clung to the frame. Lestrade looked at John and Mary hovering over Olivia as he called for backup, sending them immediately to the building that Sherlock was looking at before he spun around and opened the door to the room.

"We need help in here!" He yelled into the corridor where a group of doctor's, who had probably heard the commotion, were making their way over. At Lestrade's call they ran in and ordered John and Mary to stand away. They did so slowly and John put his arm around his wife and steered her away back towards Greg who was beginning to feel a little light-headed. He couldn't believe what had just happened.

A faint sound of a phone vibrating came from over where Sherlock was standing and he stopped what he was doing immediately and pulled out his phone, looking at it with cold eyes before walking over to the others, holding his phone up so that they could see it.

'You made me sacrifice a piece. I'm not happy with you Sherlock. JM' It read and Lestrade felt a boiling anger rise up inside of him just as another sound of a phone came from his right. They all looked at Dale who was as pale as a sheet, his eyes wide as he stared at where Olivia was. With a shaking hand, he took out his phone and Sherlock didn't wait for him to look at it himself before he walked over and took it off him but Dale seemed in too much shock to protest.

"The cab. He's given us an address." Sherlock said and John cleared his throat.

"What now? We can't just leave, a woman has just been shot." He replied, his voice betraying how much Olivia's sudden death had effected him.

"No, you're right. I'll go on my own. Besides, I need you three to start finding the rest of them. You heard Olivia, they're everywhere. Start at St Bart's and Scotland Yard, talk to people, see who may have started acting differently, behaviour patterns that changed, routines that suddenly switched. He's picking on ordinary people and threatening them to do his work. This is the beginning of his new web and we need to destroy it before it gets out of hand." Sherlock responded before throwing the phone back at Dale.

"And you're free to leave when you like." He said simply to the driver before walking to the door but John stopped him.

"Sherlock. Why are you going on your own? What did the text say?" He asked.

"I just told you -."

"No, even you wouldn't be cold enough to rush away straight after what just happened. Something in that text is making you leave." John protested and Sherlock sighed.

"I have a feeling that I am about to meet an old acquaintance and I think she would prefer it if I went unaccompanied." He replied quietly and John frowned in confusion.

"She?"

"Surely coming back from the dead isn't such an unbelievable thing any more, is it John?" Sherlock replied cryptically before flipping the collar up on his coat and leaving, John staring after him still confused before his mouth popped open in realisation.

"Oh my God." He whispered before leaning out of the door to shout after Sherlock. "Not a good idea!" He yelled but Sherlock had turned the corner and walked away, leaving John to turn and face Lestrade and Mary who were looking at him inquisitively. "He's going to meet Irene Adler." He explained.

"Who?" Greg asked as Mary let out a quiet 'oh'.

"The woman with the photos. Remember?" John replied and Greg began to place who they were talking about, frowning as he did so.

"But she died didn't she?" He asked and John laughed once.

"Well, that makes three of them back from the dead doesn't it?" He responded before directing his gaze at Olivia's body lying on the floor. "I just wish that the same thing could happen for her."


So there were go... Moriarty is a bad man. So why the hell is he so likeable? Damn Andrew Scott. :P I hope this was okay! Moriarty is back with a new web and he doesn't want it being spoiled this time. Let me know what you think!