Chapter 16

"Who did this to you?" Molly asked me. She was applying some antiseptic to my wound. I tried to not wince.

I considered lying. But she deserves the truth. I made a promise to the most important woman in my life, and I'd like to keep it. "Jim."

"Moriarty?!" Her shock was evident.

"Sherry and I lived at his house for a few years now. Until yesterday. We both said equally insulting things to each other and we ended up fighting. I broke his nose."

"Good for him. He deserved it." I've never heard Molly be as spiteful as this before. I guess her time with UK's most dangerous man paid off. I wasn't jealous of Jim, but I hoped he didn't hurt her, or he'd have me to deal with.

"Why did you lie to me?" She asked me. I knew this question would come up sooner or later, but I've no answer.

"I...I lied to protect you. I lied because I was a terrible man then. If anyone knew I was Sherrinford Holmes, the master assassin, they would hurt the people I cared about. I lied because i don't want you hurt. I would never forgive myself if you were injured." She looked at me with her sad, brown puppy dog eyes.

"I could protect myself." She said softly.

"You wouldn't hurt a fly, much less a human. You'd slap someone and apologize after. So I highly doubt that." I grinned. She cracked a smile and pecked a kiss on my cheek.

"You know me too well." She was beautiful. No one saw it. No one saw the beauty she hides within. Beneath all that shyness lies a beautiful, fearless, loyal, caring woman, and it's my job to remind her of the beauty inside of her. "What would I call you? Thomas or Sherrinford?"

"Whatever, as long as you're with me." She blushed a bright red and kissed me.

I woke up on a cold, hard floor. I felt something cold and metallic around my ankle, so it means I'm chained up somewhere, probably a basement. It was dark, and I could make out some outlines, but that was all I could see.

"Good morning, Mrs Moriarty." It was that German voice again.

"I'm not really married to him, you know." I said.

"Ah, but you are bearing his child." Does the whole world know about this?!

"Yeah, so don't think of killing me, or you'll face the wrath of Jim Moriarty himself." I spat.

"I am not afraid of him." Okay, one thing scarier than dying is probably knowing that someone isn't scared of Jim. I mean, who isn't scared of him? "He is merely a man in an expensive suit. Take that away and you'd get nothing but a short, Irish lad."

"He's coming for me." I said what I hoped was true. Maybe I was just another pet to him. I probably am.

"What makes you think that?"

"I know he will."

"You're delusional. He's not coming for you, foolish girl." He said. I heard shuffling footsteps and seconds later, a door banged shut. I am chained up and hoping someone would come for me. Truly a damsel in distress.

It's been a day since Sherry went missing. I sent out some help to my Moriarty Network, but no one had responded. It was really strange.

Stupid Sherrinford broke my goddamn nose. I swear he would've died if he wasn't Sherry's brother...

"Master Jim?" David pulled me out of my reverie.

"Yeah, what?" I snapped.

"You have a visitor."

"Not in the mood." I replied lazily. I needed to come up with a plan to get Sherry back.

"He insists on meeting you."

"Well, I insist he leaves or I will-"

"No need to be so rude, Moriarty." a new voice came from behind me. German, obviously. I turned to face him. He was in his late thirties, short brown hair, blue wild eyes.

"No appointment, no meet." I said. There was something intriguing about him, as if you can't really decipher him.

"No meet, no baby Moriarty." I sat up so suddenly that I've upset my cup of tea that I was holding. David hurriedly collected the cup and retreated to the kitchen.

"What did you do to her?!" I yelled at the newcomer.

"She's fine. You, however..." He smirked. "My name is Erik Martinsson."

"German?"

"With Irish and Swedish families, yes."

"What do you want from me?"

"I want your wife." Wife?

"I don't have a wife."

"Mrs Moriarty?" He looked puzzled for a second.

"Oh, Sherry? She's just adopted my name, we're not married."

"Such a shame. Then I have every right to make her mine." His words sent a chill down my spine. Make Sherry his? His what?

"She's my girlfriend."

"She's in my basement." I balled my hands into fists. How dare he!

"She has my child inside her!" I retorted.

"With the right amount of tweaking, she won't."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, but I do."

"She would never go with you!"

"Neither would she with you. Did you really think she would forgive you for giving her a child she didn't want?" I was afraid he was right, she wouldn't forgive me. I tricked her.

"Well, I'm off to go and make her mine..." That did it. I shot up from my seat and attacked Erik. I kept punching him, and to my surprise, he was good at fighting. He elbowed me in the stomach and I doubled over, giving him enough time to escape. He said, "Your little princess would be punished for your behaviour." and kicked me. David had rushed to my side when Erik spat on the floor. David surprisingly got up from beside me and punched Erik hard in the jaw. Erik stumbled backwards and ran out the door.

"Are you okay?" David asked me. He kneeled beside me.

"Yeah, yeah, I think I am."

"Do you need anything?"

"No thanks." I was fearing for Sherry. And what Erik said he'd do to her.

It's the German guy again. I was held up here, with no food at all, and I'm starving. And it was still dark, so there's that. At least Jim freed me after a day...but then again, Jim was being a nice jerk...

"I paid a little visit to your Moriarty." The German guy said. My heart started beating so fast, with many thoughts racing in my mind. Did he hurt Jim? Did he threaten Jim? What did he say? I know, I still hate him for getting me pregnant, but he's still my Jim.

"What did you do to him?" I growled.

"Nothing, it's what I'd do to you that matters..." Before I could even process what he said, I heard the shuffling of footsteps nearing me. I felt a hand sliding on my thigh, and god that felt good, but it wasn't the familiar feel of Jim's touch. It was unfamiliar, too soft and too different. And also, who the hell does he think he is, sliding his hand slowly on my thigh?! I violently jerked my leg upwards and kneed him in the jaw, I think. He groaned in pain.

But then he grabbed my hair in his fist and banged it against the hard floor. I did not get up, instead the darkness consumed me.

"Molly, why are we here?" Sherlock asked. Sherlock, Molly and I were together in her lab, under her insistance. She didn't tell us why. Even Sherlock had no idea why we're here. She had with her, this thick file of something she won't tell me about.

"Sherrinford told me everything. About your sister, Moriarty, everything. And I want to help." Molly said. Molly gave me a small smile.

"Don't be-"

"Yeah, that's a great idea!" I cut off Sherlock before he could say anything else. "We need an extra hand."

"Do we?" Sherlock questioned. I gave him a glare. "Fine." He huffed.

She put the thick file on the table and flipped it open. "Right, so we've got a big file of Moriarty's haters and supporters. Somewhy, his supporters had decreased lately, most of them dead or arrested."

"Yeah, he's mentioned it to Sherry and I once. He was a little worried about it." I remarked.

Sherlock let out a small cough. And another. "Do you want a cough drop, Sherlock?" I asked him, sarcastically.

"I may had something to do with it..." Sherlock replied vaguely.

"What? With his followers decreasing?" Molly asked.

"I had to do something for two years." Sherlock rolled his eyes. Molly gave him a look. The 'did you really' look.

"Wow Sherlock. If I was still with Moriarty, we'd have found Sherry by now. What with his Moriarty Web." I said.

"What's wrong with my Homeless Network?"

"Nothing, nothing, gosh." I rolled my eyes at him.

Sherlock was about to retort, when Molly said, "Guys! Focus! This is your sister we're talking about."

We spent the rest of the hour devising plans, and narrowing it down to one person. We were going to strike tonight. And we won't fail.