Hey guys, thanks for the reviews:) so this is my last chapter for two weeks. I'm sorry I can't update, it's just that my hotel won't have wi-fi, but I can write you an extra long chapter while I'm away. Thank you for all the support and I hope you stick with it his story, I have a lot planned.

Chapter 37: Moriarty

Stella's POV
I walked through the elevator doors, still shaking. I managed to compose myself on the way over here and I wasn't going to break down now. I found it embarrassing breaking down in front of people. It wasn't that I didn't trust them, I just wasn't comfortable with it. I looked up to see the team smiling at me. I knew I just had to get over the, 'good to have you backs', then I could go home and let out how I really felt.
"I'm glad you're safe, kiddo." Rossi smiled, ruffling my hair. This annoyed me. I hated people ruffling my hair, whether a bomb had or hadn't, been strapped to me.
"Just because I had a bomb attached to me, doesn't mean you can ruffle my hair." I joked, trying to make it look like, I was my normal self.
"Doesn't mean you've lost your sense of humor, I see." Rossi smiled. Gaining a chuckle from the team.
"That's my Stella." Morgan smiled.
"I hope Dad wasn't to annoyed at you." I said. It wasn't Derek's fault one bit, and I knew that dad could be irrational, in times of fear.
"Nah, nothing I haven't seen before." Derek replied.
"It was really that bad?" I grinned, it didn't feel natural.
"Let's just say, pretty boy can be pretty scary." Derek smiled.
"Talking about dad, where did he go?" I asked. I really wanted to get home, but he seemed to have disappeared. Henry wasn't anywhere either, so I assumed that they were having a talk.
"I'm not sure. Seeing as Henry's not here either, you could try my office." JJ said kindly.
"I'll go check now." I said, finally excusing myself. I walked round to JJ's office. I knew they were having a conversation as the door was shut. I didn't want to interrupt, so I knocked slightly before I entered.
"I'll be fine." Henry said, I didn't even need to know what the conversation was about, to know that he was lying.
"There you two are, I've been looking for you." I said.
"I'll be going." Dad said excusing himself.
"You sure?" Henry asked. Dad nodded and turned to leave the room. I didn't even wait till he was out, before I ran into Henry's arms. Henry hugged me back tightly. As I buried my face into his chest, I could feel my eyes tearing up. I looked up to see Henry in the same state.
"You okay?" I asked weakly.
"I'm fine, what about you?" Henry replied.
"Same." I lied.
"Now should we answer that question truthfully?" Henry asked gently.
"Fine, but you first. What's wrong?" I asked him.
"I'm just so glad you're back. I've been worrying so much about you. Your dad went insane at me, as well, which made me worry more. I just feel so ill and I'm also nervous about tomorrow." Henry sighed.
"What do you mean dad went mad at you? And tomorrow will be fine Henry, two months will go by before you know it." I said gently.
"It's nothing, we've made up. Thanks Stella. But enough about me, you're clearly not okay. I know you've been acting like you're fine, but you're clearly not." Henry replied. I actually thought I'd gotten away with not talking about my feelings.
"I'm just, I was just, I just felt scared and hopeless." I stammered.
"Stella, it's alright to feel that. You were taken by an unsub for Christs sake." Henry told me.
"I know, it's just, I kept thinking about what would happen if dad got it wrong. I just thought about all the innocent lives, I could of easily destroyed." I sighed. My eyesight became dangerously blurry.
"Trust me when I say this, your dad wouldn't let that happen. Ever. Okay?" Henry said.
"I know." I whispered. Before I knew it I was back in Henry's arms.
"I wouldn't let that happen to you." He said gently back. It was comforting to here that, but I still couldn't stop shaking. My eyes were stinging badly, so I shut them tight to stop the tears from leaking out.
"Stel, look at me." Henry said softly. I shook my head.
"Come on, I could get Morgan in here." He said lightly. I finally obeyed. My eyes blurred over and tears spilled out of them. I couldn't stop the trembling. I leant my face back against his shirt, so he wouldn't see me cry. He'd already seen me cry once, and I wasn't about to let it happen again.
"Shh, Stel, it's going to be alright." He whispered, rubbing my back. I knew I had to snap out of it, I couldn't face the team with bright, puffy eyes. Turning away from Henry, I wiped away the tears. Certain that my eyes were dry, I turned around.
"Sorry about that." I sniffed. Henry just smiled.
"You are so silly sometimes."
"What do you mean." I asked.
"You think it's wrong to cry. I mean look at me, all I seem to do is cry these days. But you hate it. You barely ever cry." Henry said smiling.
"That's not true." I lied.
"That's a lie. Why don't you cry?" Henry asked.
"Truthfully, I find it embarrassing. Besides, there are a lot worse things to cry about." I replied.
"Stop being so tough, you're making me look like a wuss." Henry joked. I rolled my eyes playfully.
"Now, can you tell I've been crying?" I asked.
"You're eyes look slightly red, but they do look more stunning than ever." Henry smiled. Making me blush.
"Right, we should probably get back to the bullpen." I smiled.
"Yeah we should. I'd give you a 'glad you didn't explode' kiss, but I don't want you getting, whatever it is making me ill." Henry joked.
"That's a shame, they are the best kind of kisses." I replied sarcastically. Henry smiled and we both left JJ's office.

Everyone in the bullpen seemed to be in deep conversation. As Henry and I got closer, we realized they were discussing the unsub. According to Rossi, the unsub was clever and had a network of people working for him. I would of found out more, but Hotch spotted us.
"Stella, Henry." He said in his usual tone. The whole team instantly stopped talking.
"You ready to go?" Dad asked.
"Yeah." I replied. Happy to be finally leaving. After saying goodbye to the team, we headed to the car. The journey seemed to take longer than usual. After what felt like an eternity, we pulled up to the apartment. It seemed the only place were I felt truly safe. SWAT were constantly guarding it and I felt like I could relax. I hobbled as fast as I could up the stairs. When we got to the apartment door, I couldn't help but feel a wash of relief. Dad fumbled slightly, as he unlocked the door. However, what I didn't know was my worst nightmare was waiting inside. As dad and I entered our hearts jumped into our mouths. There sitting casually on our sofa, was a woman. Her legs were draped over the sides and she acted like she owned the place. Her red lips had a huge grin on them. Her blue eyes were sinister and full of evil.
"Who are you?" Dad spat.
"Ah, , Stella, you took your time. You can only keep a lady waiting so long." She smiled. I instantly hated her.
"Like I said, who are you and what are you doing in my house?" Dad asked fiercely.
"My, my , so many questions." She replied.
"That's it, I'm calling SWAT." Dad said.
"Uh, uh, uh, that's not going to happen. I have snipers positioned on your precious team at the moment. If you scream, shout or even call for SWAT, I will order my snipers to shoot." She said, acting as if it was a game. Dad and I stood there shocked.
"Who are you?" I asked this time, finally finding my voice.
"I thought you two would know that by now. You are suppose to be the clever ones." She tutted. "I am Moriarty. I thought you would of figured that out, it's not like I didn't leave any clues."
"What do you mean?" Dad asked confused.
"You're slower than I thought. Lets use our minds. Lets pretend I had maybe brown, short hair. Brown watering eyes. Lets say I was a victim of a mad man." She smiled. It both clicked for dad and I, when she said this.
"Mia Timorray." Dad breathed. She was one of the victims. The whole thing was just a hoax to put us off.
"No, no, no." She shouted her mood changing. "You really aren't anything special . I've been watching you for a long time. I've seen how much of a Potter fan you've become, so I thought I'd make it easy for you. Mia Timorray, is just an anagram, for I am Moriarty. I was going for a Voldermort vibe. I basically spelled it out in front of you."
I had to admit, as much as I hated this lady, she was clever.
"But how?" Dad asked.
"How what? How I have eyes everywhere, including the BAU? How I was stalking your lives? How I poisoned your dearest godson and boyfriend? How I knew, Stella would want to pick him up and how he'd be sick on the way?" She smirked. It shocked me, she did all this. She poisoned Henry!
"You fucking poisoned him!" I hissed at her, he could of died.
"Mouthy one you are, I should of just blown you up. Or I could of just let that paramedic drug you, when you fell through the roof. Oh yes,that's why the drugging and hallucinations stopped, because I knew was no longer on the case." She said, chuckling slightly. Dad looked petrified.
"Why are you doing this?" He spat.
"I need you to answer that one . It isn't just a hobby. But I'll give you time. You've already been blinded by your judgement, no one suspects a woman. But I will leave you these." She said, pulling out a handful of files.
"What are they?" I asked firmly.
"Like I said, I have people everywhere. These are the many serial killers who have gone under the radar. They are no longer of use to me, so you can see the many times you've failed at your job." She laughed. "I can assure you, all their victims squealed. I made sure of it."
"You're sick." I spat.
"Now, now, I'm leaving. But be warned, today isn't your day to die, but it will come." She smirked, getting up and walking to the door. She was about to leave, when she turned.
"One more thing, dearest Kazia seemed to squeal a lot when she died. I hope you're not the same. It's been a pleasure." She smiled bitterly. She left the apartment. Having completely torn mine and dads lives apart.

So that's it for two weeks:) sorry about the cliffhanger, but all will be revealed;) please review and I'll see you in two weeks;)