Sherlock's POV
Alex walked into the room wearing a rather tight black dress that, in my opinion, was too much for going to 'work' as she claimed. Giving her the benefit of the doubt due to my work needing priority over my daughter, I allowed her out and dove back into the case I was working on.
A knock at the door eventually caught my attention as I turned in surprise to see a well dressed man, clearly an office worker, stood at the door with a smile clear on his face. Rolling my eyes like a small child, I bounced to my feet and walked towards him, grabbing my jacket and signalling for John to do the same. "Mycroft, I presume. What could he possibly want from me now?" I asked in a bored tone. The man smiled simply once more and stood aside to allow me to step past him. "Right this way Mr Holmes, Dr Watson." His voice was equally as bored as he followed us down the stairs of 221B and opened the door to the slick black limo parked at the kerb for us to enter.
After stepping in and driving into the London traffic, I turned and realised I wasn't here for Mycroft, I was face to face with Jim Moriarty.
"You should really keep a better eye on your child, Sherlock." He spoke, not dragging his eyes away from the window exposing the thick London traffic.
"What are you talking about, she's at work." I replied, glancing quickly at John who sat between us, looking terrified yet confused.
Turning to me, his eyebrows furrowed and his lip curled in disgust and disappointment he spoke again. "You don't seriously believe that?!"
A long pause dragged endlessly on before I spoke again. "No. I presume that's where we're headed?"
"Good, very good."
"Why the sudden interest in my child? I presume she's young, female and that's all you care about."
"For someone so smart you're so ordinary. Think, Sherlock. Why would I be interested in YOUR child."
"You want something from her. Judging by your history Id say she offers something that could be of interest to you, a game perhaps."
"She has so much potential, yet you're killing it. I want it to blossom and grow."
Neither of us spoke for some time, I knew he was right. The silence dragged on until the car pulled up to the side of a large house with colourful lights flashing and rave music blaring out loudly. I turned to it, then looked back at Moriarty. "She's at a house party? They're dangerous for a young girl."
"Better fetch her, then." He said with a psychopathic grin on his face.
Alex's POV
"God you're hot!" I heard Tommy yell over the deafening music, hands on my waist and torso pressed to mine. I laughed slightly, our eight month anniversary was proving to be good. Leaning forward, he squished his lips to mine sloppily and tugged at my hair, the spare hand cupping my arse. Kissing him back and tugging on his lip i wrapped my arms around his neck, listening to the extremely loud music deafen me as I sank into the moment, enjoying being ordinary. I was fond of Tommy, I didn't have any emotional attachment to him and definitely no romantic feelings, I was simply trying to appear normal. And it was working, I enjoyed having him around. He was entertaining.
I couldn't enjoy the moment for long as strong hands grabbed my shoulder and yanked me to the side. "Hey what the fuck are you-" I began, before realising the owner of those hands was my dad. We stared at each other for a moment, embarrassment filling me under his terrifying eyes. Tommy stepped forward to intervene, but Sherlock pulled a gun on him. "Dad!" I yelped, causing him to look back at me. Without a word he grabbed my arm once more in a death grip and dragged me though the sea of young teens dancing and enjoying themselves, leaving a terrified Tommy stood amongst them.
John's POV
"What the fuck!" I heard Alex yell as I saw the two walk from the door to the car, Sherlock gripping her arm. Great. They were making a scene.
"What do you mean? You lied and disobeyed me, I believe my reaction was quite appropriate!" Sherlock said, probably about to get himself punched.
"Appropriate?!" Alex spat in disgust. "You almost shot someone!"
"He was all over you! His lips were on your face, that's not good!"
"Dad, that's what teenagers do! Not that you would know."
"What, sell themselves out?" I cringed at Sherlock's remark, knowing he must be livid to be making jabs like that.
"No, make out with their boyfriends!" She yelled back.
"Don't you love little family spats." I heard Moriarty whisper in my ear, a hint of pleasure in his voice.
"Boyfriend?" Sherlock suddenly sounded timid, ashamed of his little knowledge on his own daughter. I was surprised he hadn't read it off her, however he had never cared much for Alex.
"Yeah, eight months."
There was a pause before Sherlock stepped over to me and opened the door, turning back to her and demanding she got in.
"No. I won't. I'll make my own way home." She said aggressively, before turning and walking back to the house. Sherlock stood helplessly before me, stepping into the car without a word and slamming the door.
Alex's POV
I found Tommy stood by the door and, without waiting for him to speak, grabbed his shirt and dragged him round the side of the house. I was desperate to prove I was not a child, that I could do what I wanted. Pressing me into the wall Tommy kissed me hard, his hands moving everywhere. I heard him moan as I tugged on a chunk of his hair and his mouth moved from my lips to my neck, tugging desperately at a chunk of my skin. Rough hands began to drag my skirt up, but I pushed them down - fearing I wasn't ready.
"Wha-?" He slurred, looking me in the eyes.
"Sorry, I'm just not ready." I said apologetically. He smiled maliciously, "ive waited too long." He said before whistling loudly. Two of his friends emerged from the back of the house, laughing and jeering.
Fear's ice cold grasp clamped itself around my mouth and held my limbs still, preventing me from running as the three males pulled at my hair and began attempting to remove my dress. I squirmed desperately away from them, however Tommy pressed his harm to my throat, holding me still. "Frigid slut." He spat, slapping me hard across the face.
The pain activated something deep inside me. Something I hadn't realised was there. I swung my arm around, elbowing Tommy in the face and knocking him back. One of the other males -Callum, I believe- swung his bear fist in my direction, however I stepped nimbly out the way and wrapped my hands around his neck, swinging him round into the third male who I think was called Anthony. The two fell, but jumped back to their feet angrily. I felt a shove and felt my bare arm graze against the wall as Tommy slammed himself into me, causing me to yelp out. "Bitch!" He yelled as I lifted my legs and donkey kicked him off me.
I stuck my hand in my boot and felt the cool metal of my gun, yanking it out and swinging the butt of it into Callum's face, causing a loud cracking noise and blood to splurt all over the wall. I heard a scramble and turned to see Tommy hop to his feet with a knife in his hands. Anthony was no longer anywhere around, clearly having fled at the first sign of violence. Tommy took a few jabs and swings at me, reaching out to grab my arm in an attempt to hold me still. Shaking him off, I dodged his desperate attacks until he caught my arm and bent it painfully behind my back. I screamed loudly at the pain he was causing to my arm. "Scream, bitch. You Fucking whore!" He spat in my ear through gritted teeth. Kicking my leg back I made contact with his genitals and heard him yelp pathetically as he released my arm. I wasted no time in turning on him, gun in hand as I pulled the trigger.
I heard a loud crack
I heard a yelp
And then everything was still.
Callum lay unconscious on the floor, his companion next to him, his lifeless body soaked in blood which was also all over my clothes. "Fuck." I whispered, shocked at what I had just done. I tucked the gun back into my boot before pelting off into the dark, tears streaming down my face.