Author's Note: I am so sorry that it's taken me this long to update this story. I became so caught up with school and other commitments that my updates just fell by the wayside. Thank you so much for sticking with the story! I now have more time on my hands and will be updating more frequently - additionally, this story will actually get to season 3 and beyond so stay tuned!

I will also be updating Ms. Jekyll and the Iron Princess soon - and check out Odin's Orders :)

This chapter (as with the previous three) is set before season 3.

Disclaimer:I do not own Sherlock or it's characters - Jane is my own idea, but she is based on the works of Arthur Conan Doyle as well as the TV show.

Enjoy!

Chapter 4

John POV

I spent a solid few minutes just staring at her. This is Moriarty's sister. I had been given no real reason to distrust her but…"I-I just can't do this right now."

She looks at me with something like remorse, but I can't really be sure. I'm just too freaked out by all of this. It's time to leave.

Jane POV

Of course this little panic routine is to be expected. Actually…I'm quite surprised it took him this long to leave.

Best to just say nothing – though do make sure to look apologetic, Jane-dear. It wouldn't do to look amused right now. Even though you are. Very.

Just let him leave. He'll have questions later.

But just because I'm letting him get up to leave – and God does it take him a long time. The man is still bumbling about with his coat. How long does it take to put on a damned coat? Even one that looks so…let's call it "cozy," shall we? At any rate, as he stands up, I reach out and grab his wrist, pushing a piece of paper surreptitiously inside his front pocket. When he has questions – and he will – he'll need a way to contact me.

He looks startled – rather like a deer in headlights just before it gets SMASHED to pieces…- but I let him go. As if I'd wanted to say more but then thought better of it.

If he'd thought he could've managed to not seem rude, Johnny-boy would have bolted out o his skin before his feet hit the door.

John POV

Finally. I'm outside and away from her, from the memories she represents.

I was probably a bit rude, though – but, ugh! Could she really have expected a different response, dropping a bombshell like that one?

Moriarty had a sister. And I just had a coffee with her. …Nope, still doesn't make sense. I mean, on the one hand, she might be completely different from her brother. On the other, Sherlock and Mycroft are - …were...siblings and they're not as different as they think – as they thought. God! Sherlock would be all over me about my grammar!

Look, John, it's probably just best to stay away, yeah? That way, it doesn't matter what she's like because she won't be affecting your life. No more Moriarty's.

I start out towards Baker Street and Mrs. Hudson, figuring a good cuppa with an old friend is just what I need right about now.

Unfortunately, Mycroft must have other plans because a big black town car is about to overtake me. It stops beside me and I refuse to look at it.

I hear the door open. "Hello, Anthea. Whatever it is Mycroft wants? Tell him I don't want anything to do with it." But she just holds the door open, saying nothing. Sighing, I get inside.

Jane POV

Having hacked into the CCTV camera network across the country, I watch my new hobby from my phone as he gets intercepted by a Mycroft minion – oh, I like that…Yes, that is definitely what they shall be called from now on…

Mycroft must have been spying on Johnny-boy and done facial recognition on me.

Oh good – now the real fun can start!

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