Sherlock stood there in disbelief. Jane is Moriarty's daughter… how could I not notice this before? Sherlock thought, baffled by the thought of it. She obviously looks a lot like him, with her black hair and very dark brown eyes. They are also both Irish.

"I thought he was gay," Sherlock finally said after standing in silence for a while.

"Does it really even matter?" John said, very angry that Sherlock would even think of that at a time like this. "All I know is that Jane had to spend her whole life with that man, having who knows what done to her." John chocked.

Sherlock didn't know how to reply to that. He was never really good with emotional moments, especially when it came to John. John was usually the one who had everything under control. He was a soldier of course.

John sat down on the sofa. His eyes were almost bloodshot from trying to hold back tears. He spoke with a serious tone, "We need to do whatever we can to protect her. I wouldn't be surprised if Moriarty was looking for her right now."

"I will text Lestrade. Maybe he will know the best way to keep her safe."

Twenty minutes after the message was sent to Lestrade, telling him it was very urgent, he showed with Sargent Donavan and Anderson.

All three of them walked into the room where John and Sherlock were waiting.

"Hello freak," Sargent Donavan said smirking.

"What's wrong this time, Sherlock, you said it was urgent?" Lestrade said, sounding concerned with a slight hint of annoyance.

Before Sherlock started to explain, he noticed Anderson had come. "Damn it Anderson, why are you here?"

"Oh, I just came for the fun of it. I always like to keep up with what my favorite psychopath is doing."

"Anderson…" Sherlock said, raising his voice, but then was quickly interrupted by John.

"Please keep your voice down, Sherlock. Jane is sleeping."

"Jane? Who's Jane?" Lestrade asked.

"Jane is a girl John rescued a day ago," Sherlock said, with a stern voice.

"I caught her right before she took her life," John explained, his voice straining.

Sherlock, first time hearing this, was not surprised at all at the thought of Jane thinking of killing herself.

John continued, saying, "I didn't know that at first, though. All I knew was that I couldn't leave her alone, so I brought her here."

"Ok, what do you need our help for?" Sargent Donavan asked.

John looked down at his hands. He didn't want anyone to see the hurt in his eyes. He tried to keep from crying as he said, "We just found out the reason why she was going to commit suicide…"

John couldn't help himself. Tears started to roll down his cheeks. He couldn't imagine how much pain Jane went through, how every day she would cower in fear as her father hurt her. His silent crying turned into deep sobs.

Everyone stood there, looking at the man who was usually the one who would be the strongest in situations like this. They never thought they would ever see this soldier making such a wreck of himself.

John knew that he needed to tell them everything, being the only way they could figure out how to keep Jane safe. John tried to say, "Jane…" but he was sobbing so much he couldn't complete the sentence. John looked up at Sherlock, pleading with his eyes for Sherlock to tell them.

Sherlock sighed and looked at the three people standing in front of him with a stern look. Knowing that he would have to be the strong one in this situation, after a moment, Sherlock finally said, "We found out who Jane's father is."

Lestrade, Anderson, and Sargent Donavan stood there, waiting for an explanation.

Sherlock finally said, "Her father is James Moriarty."

They all stood there in disbelief at the words Sherlock just spoke.

"Oh God…" Lestrade said, putting his hand to his face. "That poor, poor girl."

"That is why we need your help," John said with a slightly raspy voice, his sobs subsiding. "We need to keep her safe. Moriarty is probably looking for her right this minute, and we have nothing to protect her with."

"We will do everything we can to keep Jane safe," Lestrade said in a serious voice. He turned to face Donavan and Anderson. "I need you two to go get surveillance cameras. We also need some of the SWAT team to be watching the building in all directions, at all times."

"Yes sir," Anderson and Donavan said at the same time. They quickly left, talking into their walky-talkies.

As Sherlock and Lestrade talked about logistics, John snuck out of the room without them noticing.

John walked silently to his room where Jane was. He opened the door quietly, since he didn't want to wake her.

John walked to the side of the bed Jane was lying on. He grabbed a chair and put it right beside the bed. He sat down and looked at her.

John noticed even when she was sleeping, she looked worried. He tried to take in every detail of her.

She really is beautiful. How can someone as beautiful as her be the daughter of such a horrible man? John thought.

As he looked at her cheek-sunken, fragile face, he noticed how many scars and bruises she has. Some were obviously almost faded, but some looked as if they were just made a day or two ago. Jane also looked like she has been starved for a week.

In that moment, John felt a blanket of hatred flow over him. He hated that Jane went through so much pain. He hated Moriarty for being the one who inflicted the pain on Jane. Now, more than ever, he wanted to kill this man. He wanted to hunt him down and avenge Jane for everything her father did to her.

The anger bottled up inside of him. All John wanted to do at that moment was scream as loud as he could, but he knew he couldn't. He has to think about Jane. He knows he has to be strong for her and be her rock.

John stored the anger away and focused on thinking of something else. After a few minutes, he fell asleep.

Jane woke up to darkness. She has obviously been sleeping all day. There is a lot of commotion going on upstairs, but she was too weak and scared to get up.

She turned her head to the side and noticed John peacefully sleeping in a chair right next to her bed. She sighed.

He really is concerned about me, isn't he? Jane thought. John is the first person ever, since my mother died, to be kind to me and care about my wellbeing. Now I feel like there is finally someone in the world that actually cares about me.

Jane got up quietly. Noticing John was shivering a little; she took a blanket off the bed and gently put it over his shoulders, like her mother used to do when Jane was really young.

Jane looked down at herself, noticing how dirty she looked. Since the electricity and water was turned off for a week back at where she was living, she hasn't been able to take a shower and wash her clothing.

Jane decided it would be best if she took a nice warm shower and try to scrub her clothes clean. Maybe the warm water will relax me a little and let me clear my head. Jane thought. She silently walked to the loo and closed the door.

The sound of the closing door woke up John from a dreamless sleep. He looked at where Jane body was, for what felt like a minute ago, and was startled to see that she was not there.

John quickly stood up, looking around the room. He walked over to the door to the loo and quickly calmed down when he heard the sound of the shower running.

John sighed. Well that literally almost gave me a heart attack. John looked at the clock and noticed that he has been asleep for three hours.

John stepped out of the room and walked to the living room. He passed Anderson and many other officers at work. Once he got into the room that Sherlock was in, he noticed that they were basically almost done putting the surveillance cameras in places where they would not be noticed.

Sherlock noticed John walk into the room. He walked over to John and said, "Everything is almost done. With what they have done to the place, it would be very difficult for Moriarty to even get in a two mile radius of Baker Street without being seen… and why on Earth do you have a blanket around your shoulders?"

John looked down at himself. He was as confused as Sherlock. John shrugged and said, "I have no idea."

After a minute, Sherlock decided to drop the subject.

Sherlock clasped his hands together and asked, "So, is Jane awake yet?"

"Yes, yes she is. She is taking a shower right now."

"Well you should probably get her something to wear, so she doesn't have to wear those God awful clothes anymore."

"I guess that means your volunteering to donate some of your clothing?"

"Oh heavens no. Have her wear some of your clothing."

John sighed. He really did not feel like arguing with Sherlock at the moment. He walked back to his room and grabbed a grey jumper and some knickers out of one of his drawers. The sound of the shower running stopped.

He walked up to the door that Jane was behind and knocked. "Jane I brought you some clothes to wear."

"No… I'm fine I can wash what I was wearing."

John didn't want to be rude by making her wear his clothing, but thought it would be for the best if she did.

He decided to say, "I would feel much better if you did."

John heard a sigh coming from Jane's side and the door started to crack open. John turned his face away and put out his arms that had the clothing in it.

Jane was hiding behind the door and quickly grabbed the clothing and shut the door.

John sat on the bed and waited for Jane to come out because he really needed to talk to her.

After five minutes, Jane came out wearing John's clothing. John looked up at her.

John could clearly see her face, especially now that all the dirt was cleaned off and her hair wasn't covering it anymore. Wow. John thought to himself. She is so beautiful.

Jane noticed that John was staring at her. It always made her feel uncomfortable when people looked at her. But, John has really soft, calming eyes, not making her feel at all anxious when he is around. Jane feels that she is truly safe with John watching after her.

Before Jane did anything John said, "Jane…"

Jane froze.

"Please sit." John pointed to the seat that was right next to the bed.

Somehow, Jane started walking slowly to the chair and sat down.

Outside of John's bedroom window, there stood a man on the roof of a low rise building across the street from 221B. He watched John and Jane talk.

He chuckled.

"This should be fun," Moriarty said as he smirked.