My pulse quickened. My heart racing. I felt Jim's hot breath brush against my neck. Why is he doing this? Sherlock's gun was trained on the coat that had the bomb strapped to it. "I trust that you've been keeping my sister safe?" Sherlock asked Jim.

"Sister?" John hissed. Clearly he was surprised.

"Westwood." Jim smoothed his free hand over his suit. "Of course I kept her safe." Jim smirked. "But, naughty Sherlock, he hid his little sister from the world."

"It had to be done."

"Right, because it's the right thing to do." Jim scoffed.

"Did you know how she was so scared, and that she was waiting for her big brother Sherlock?" Excuse me? I looked at Jim. I swore I saw him wink.

"I'm so sorry, Sherrelyn." Sherlock said. Jim nudged me to say something.

"H-How could you?" I put on my best scared voice. "I waited for you. You were my last hope." My lips quivered a little, to add some effect.

"You never forget the face of your last hope." Jim said. He smirked.

Jim must've made a weird expression. Sherlock's grim face softened a little. "What have you done to her?"

"Oh, nothing!" Jim answered in a singsong voice. "Well, other than torturing her for two days, and then treating her like a princess later..."

"Are you alright?" Sherlock finally looked at me. He's finally got the guts to actually look me in the eye.

"No, of course I'm not! I had to be tortured, and then treated like queen so I could be a piece of his little game! And I could die at any moment, if he's BORED!" I yelled at him. Jim squeezed my arm, meaning I was doing good. "You could've come and get me out. But you didn't. Why?"

"I thought you were dead." Sherlock's voice cracked.

"Remember Sherrinford?" Jim asked Sherlock. Sherlock cautiously nodded. "Yeah, well the two of them joined the Not Dead party. Hurrah!"

"Sherrinford too?" Sherlock's surprise was evident. Suddenly, Jim's ringtone Stayin' Alive by Bee Gees started to play, indicating he had a call incoming. It was Sherrinford. This was planned between us.

"Wrong day to die." Jim said. "See you around, Sherlock." Jim turned to go, pulling me with him.

"Wait! Let Sherrelyn go!" Sherlock said.

"I'm afraid I can't do this, dear Sherlock." Jim said in a condenscending voice. "You see, she's playing a very important part in my little game. Don't worry, I'll keep her safe." Jim smirked, happy to win. "Come along my dear pet."

"I'm not your pet!" I said, both faking and really expressing my hate of his use of the word pet. He kissed my cheek and we left. I got into the car, slamming the door. He sat next to me, pleased with himself.

I slapped his face hard. He had a hand pressed to his cheek. "What was that for?!" He cried out.

"That wasn't part of the plan!" I yelled at him.

"Yes, it wasn't! I wanted to let him know that you're alive!"

"I appreciate you being all nice, but he's not someone I wanted to see!"

"Did you prefer me torturing you?" He asked me quietly. I shut up at his comment. "I thought so." He folded his arms across his chest. "Whatever I do next, Sherry, you have to promise me."

"What promise?"

"Promise me you'll trust me. Please. Just trust me." His brown eyes pleading. He was almost...vulnerable.

"Of course. I've always trusted you." I said, taken aback by his request. He exhaled a breath of relief.

"I never wanted to hurt you or anything. I just want you to know that." He said, grabbing my hand in his. His hand was cold and soft.

"Jim, what's wrong? You know that I trust you."

"If I ever get...killed, I want you to take over my job." What?!

"What, become the female Moriarty? That's a little hard to do."

"Why?"

"I can't live up to your excellence." I said. He blushed, flattered. He seemed a little confused with what I've said. "It's a compliment, you goof!" I laughed.

"Thanks." He mumbled. "How do you do this?" He muttered.

"Do what?"

"Uh..." He obviously didn't mean for me to overhear. "How did you manage to change me? I mean, I would've killed you by now, your little cheats and tricks. But I didn't. I'm smiling genuinely more often. And the fact that I'm a lot nicer to David now." Jim used to work David too much, but now after I told him to treat David better, surprisingly he agreed to. I laughed.

"You've changed a lot, yeah. But who said I was the reason you changed?" I questioned. I can't be the reason he's changed.

"You're right. There's a few other people too." Jim said, his eyes downcast. "Annie...Bass..." Who's Annie? His eyes started to well up with tears. I've never seen his so expressive, emotional...vulnerable. "I've lost them. And they all touched my lives. I don't want to lose you too." He sniffed.

"Jim..." I squeezed his hand. "I'm still here, aren't I? Nothing's gonna change that. Nothing." I gave him a hug, which he returned.

To my utter surprise, he kissed me. Like, really. He kissed me. Whoa dude. I thought you were gay! I pushed him gently away and he pulled back, looking at me with a confused expression. "You're...but...Bass...?" I stammered.

"I think I'm in love with you." He said it slowly, testing the sentence. "I'm in love with you." He corrected.

"Jim...I- But it's too early! And Bass..." I said, completely taken aback. Shock turns into anger when I questioned him. "What am I, your rebound?!"

"No! Of course not! You're more than that!" He said quickly.

"It's not right, Jim. It's too early after Bass. We can't do this. Not right now." I shook my head. God, he looked so hot, staring at me with his soft, chocolate brown eyes. At that moment I started to appreciate his whole appearance, looks and all. His eyes were a normal color, but so intense that you could just melt from his stare. His lips were just so kissable...okay what is wrong with me?! Maybe I could push past the insane psychopath in Jim, and see the sweet and gentle man he could be...maybe we could actually work this out.

"If that's what you want..." He said slowly. "Can you at least give me one ki-" Before he could finish his sentence, our lips connected. Fireworks exploded in my head. His soft hand cupped my neck. My fingers entangled in his hair. It was something that you know is right. And yet it wasn't the right thing to do. We both felt so right doing the wrong thing.

When we both pulled away, we were silent, trying to take in everything that just happened. Am I in love with my kidnapper? Well, he was my kidnapper, until we became partners in crime. And now, what are we? Bonnie and Clyde? The two of us against the world? But that was what he promised. 'You and me, against the world.'. And I fear that this is what's going to affect us in a big way. We could run around, two friends in a game. Or we could be two lovers on a killing spree. But there's no use overthinking this too much. We've got much bigger problems to handle. Like the great game. We have to stay focused. One slip, and poof! the whole game is ruined. It's like Jenga. One wrong move and everything goes tumbling down.

"Sherrelyn Holmes. I never thought I'd fall in love with my arch-nemesis' sister." Jim three his head back and laughed. I joined in the laughter, amused at the absurdity of this whole relationship. It felt good this way. Laughing as though nothing had happened. As if no one died. As if we were just two best friends on an adventure together. And I think that's what describes our relationship perfectly.