DiNutso-4-DiNozzo: *Pop's out of a black hole and smiles nervously* Uh hey guys! I know it's been forever and a day since i updated this story but i have a reason! My muse got carried away and made me go through the Sherlock Series 2 with Adam and Riley in it and would not let up until I finished the last episode. Then I got side track by Breakfast Club and I had an idea so that erupted into a story that had ideas coming out of the wazoo for that story! And finally this chapter came about, finally, and now im moving. So im going to be on a hiatus until the end of July because of the evil RL!
But back to the long awaited fourth chapter-
"Sherlock! Who is Adam and Riley?" asked John for the tenth time. The two were on a plane to D.C. and John was fed up with not getting answers from the consulting detective.
Sherlock sighed for the millionth time that day it seemed, "When I told you I was married to my work, I lied. I married a woman named Riley Black and we had a son named Adam. For four years everything was fine, until I started using." John stared at him with a mixture of shock and dawning recognition. "I kept it a secret from her for awhile before she found some of the drugs. She confronted me and I told her I would stop. I didn't and one day she came home from work and found me unconscious with a needle in my arm. She called an ambulance and after I was better, she told me that she needed space and she was going back to the States. After she left I would have weeks of not using and others where I would. Lestrade told me that if I ever wanted to get Riley and Adam back I was going to have to get clean. I finally did and I've been trying to convince her to come back since."
John was quiet for a moment before asking, "And Adam has been kidnapped by Moriarty?" Sherlock nodded and the two were quiet for the rest of the flight.
Once the two landed they grabbed a cab and after looking up the address to NCIS on Sherlock's phone, soon arrived. They were allowed in quickly since Riley called ahead for them to be allowed in. John was shocked to know that the woman Sherlock married worked for the government. They rode the elevator up with a security guard who led them to where Team Gibbs was working furiously. John looked at the four people; a grayed haired man was leaning over a chubby younger man, the two talking about whatever was on the computer screen. A tall, tanned man in a tailored suite stood in front of a big screen with a black haired woman. The man seemed to be reassuring the woman; Sherlock strode over to the pair, softly saying, "Riley,"
The woman turned along with the tall man toward Sherlock. John watched as the other three stared between who John now knew was Riley and Sherlock.
She was a beautiful woman. Taller than average, coming up a little past the shoulder of the man she stood next to. She had brunette hair pulled back in a high ponytail with strands framing her face; she was wearing casual work clothes. Blue gray eyes light up with hope and love, John caught from the gaze aimed at Sherlock.
Riley moved toward Sherlock and wrapped her arms around his neck. John saw tears spring to the blue gray eyes as Sherlock wrapped his arms around her. Riley burrowed her head in the juncture between his neck and shoulder and whispered to him, "Im scared, Sherlock." Sherlock pulled her closer and whispered to her, "We'll get him back, Riley. He's smart; he knows how to keep himself safe." Riley pulled away slightly so she could look him in the eye. John watched in astonishment as Sherlock's normally cold expression softened. The army doctor watched as Sherlock gently wiped away a tear that fell from Riley's eye.
Riley pulled away and wiped her eyes. She was about to explain what they had so far when Sherlock's phone rang. He pulled it out and with narrowed eyes saw the number and answered it with the speaker phone on, "Moriarty," he growled out. John moved closer along with the other three of Riley's team mates.
"Hello, Sherlock! I see you got my message from your lovely wife," Moriarty's chipper voice came on over the speaker phone.
"Yes, I did. I want to talk to Adam," Sherlock demanded coldly. Moriarty giggled, "Not just yet, King Sherlock. We have a game to play."
"What is the game?" Sherlock asked while catching Riley's hardened eyes.
"Don't you remember, Sherlock? Im going to burn the heart out of you; at first I thought I would have to go after your pet. But then I found out about your beautiful wife, Riley, and your prodigy, Adam. So you see, Sherlock, the game is while I have fun with Adam; lovely, strong Riley will be coming apart at the seams. While this is all going on, you my dear Sherlock, have to watch it all helplessly." Riley looked at the phone with fury in her eyes. Sherlock's eyes were the iciest that John had ever seen them.
"Oh and to give me some entertainment while you try to find me, I brought someone back from both of your past. Riley should get her present right about now. Ta-ta for now," the phone was disconnected. Riley looked at Sherlock in confusion. Suddenly the big screen turned black, drawing all of their attention toward it. Sound came out of the small speakers; there was rustling, a growl, then a familiar yelp. Riley turned in horror toward Sherlock who was frowning at the still blank screen.
"That's right, yelp like the little bitch you are," was heard next. Sherlock's eyes snapped toward Riley and saw her now staring at her father, and instantly knew that her father still didn't know that she was almost raped.
John glanced at the two in confusion when the screen changed from black to Simon, the banker that Sherlock and he helped on when they first started out. John remembered how Sherlock would glare at the man whenever they were in Simon's company for long periods of time.
"Hello, Riley. Sherlock," Simon said. "I remember this night all the time, thanks to my recording it. You would have been my greatest conquest, Riley, if Sherlock hadn't had interrupted us. I've thought about you for years, you're the one woman that got away, and well, I can't have that. When Jim Moriarty called me up I jumped at the chance at having you. I always wondered though, if Sherlock hadn't have interrupted us, would I have been your first, Riley? Would I have been the one to steal your virginity?" Riley was looking down now, while Gibbs stared at his daughter as though he never seen her before. Sherlock grabbed Riley's hand and squeezed it while staring at the Simon on the screen.
"No matter, I will have you that I can promise you. I will get you and mark you as mine. See you soon, Riley." The screen went back to the page it was at earlier, leaving Team Gibbs' space silent.
"Is it true?" Gibbs whispered out. Riley looked up at him and whispered, "Yes,"
"And you didn't think it was prudent to tell me?" Gibbs growled. Riley flinched slightly, "I knew you would drag me back to the States,"
"Your damn right, I would have," Gibbs cut in sharply. Riley moved toward him, beseechingly, "Dad, please. Nothing happened, im fine, he didn't do anything to me." Gibbs balled his hands into fists, "I don't care that nothing happened, Riley. I deserved to know that you were almost raped!"
"I didn't want you to drag me back. I needed to stay there; my life was just starting there." Gibbs stared at her for a moment, "We need to fine, Adam. We'll talk about this after we find him." He then turned and walked away.
A little while later, the five were silent, trying to find Adam. Ziva returned from talking with Abby and Ducky and was introduced to the two Brits. The silence was broken when Sherlock's phone rang again. He answered it with it still on speaker phone, "Hello?"
"Did Riley like her present, Sherlock?" Moriarty's voice asked. Riley looked like she was ready to lunge for the phone. "It was so entertaining seeing her face when she heard Simon. Although it was interesting when it turned out innocent Riley lied to Daddy all these years, wasn't it, Sherlock?" Gibbs, having arrived part way through the conversation, looked around along with everyone else. "Oh yes, I can see you, lovelies. But you will never find my itsy bitsy camera. Dear me, Prince Adam has awakened from our little game earlier. Would you like to talk to him, King Sherlock?" Sherlock glanced at Riley who moved closer to him.
"Yes, put Adam on the phone," Sherlock hissed. It was quiet for a moment before they heard a weak voice, "Mom? Dad?" Riley turned her head into Sherlock's shoulder and let out a hiccup. Sherlock swallowed, "Yes, Adam, your mom and I are both here."
"Dad, I don't want to be here."
Sherlock closed his eyes and strained, "I know, son. We'll get you out of there as soon as possible." They suddenly heard a slap and then Moriarty, "Your boy is a bit of a cry baby, Sherlock. Not at all what I expected,"
"YOU BASTARD!" yelled Riley. Sherlock wrapped an arm around her waist to make sure she didn't lunge for the phone.
There was a beat of silence after Riley's outburst, "Dear, Riley, you shouldn't have done that."
Riley looked at Sherlock with fear. "Adam and I are curious, why did Commoner Riley leave Genius King?" Sherlock and Riley looked at each other, half in confusion and half panicked.
"Are you not going to tell us, Commoner Riley?" When no answer was given fast enough, Moriarty continued, "Hmm, I'll tell him then. Prince Adam, Mommy left Daddy because Daddy was using drugs and almost died. Commoner Riley, you are a horrible mother and wife. Leaving your husband when he needed you the most and taking your son away from his father, tisk, tisk," There was silence on both sides before, "Is that true, mom? You left dad because he was doing drugs and he almost died,"
"It's more than that, Adam." Riley would have continued but she was interrupted by Moriarty, "Lying to your son, Riley? Not nice, he's going to have to pay for your lies."
"NO! Don't hurt him!" Riley pleaded, grabbing the phone from Sherlock. Sherlock allowed her and wrapped his arms around her. They heard a whooshing sound and then Adam crying out. Riley sobbed and turned around toward Sherlock; he pulled her closer and tucked her head underneath his chin.
"Now, Riley, are you going to tell Adam the truth?" Riley barely hesitated and they heard Adam scream in pain.
"YES! Yes, I left Sherlock because he was doing drugs. When I found him unconscious I freaked out, Sherlock looked dead. I didn't want Adam to ever see his father like that. And I didn't want to be around if he killed himself." Riley sobbed out. Sherlock closed his eyes, a tear slipping out of one of his tightly closed eyes.
"Do you love, dad?" Adam's shaky voiced asked. Riley bit her lip and nodded, "Yes,"
"THEN SAY IT! He always tells you, Commoner Riley. I want you to look him in the eye and tell him you don't love him, because we both know it's true." Moriarty yelled out angrily. Riley looked up at Sherlock who was looking at her.
"Tell the truth, Riley. Let your son and Sherlock know that you don't love him. That he's just the father of your child and sometimes you hate Adam because he's so much like Sherlock. That's the reason you never say you love him when he tells you it. I mean come on, Sherlock Holmes actually admits he has feelings for someone and you enjoy messing with his head, like me." Riley looked at Sherlock and saw that what Moriarty was saying seemed to ring true to Sherlock.
She could feel him slowly pulling away from her, literally and figuratively. She couldn't lose him, she loved him and she needed him, in a panic and fearful voice she blurted out, "I love you,"
Sherlock's eyes snapped to hers in shock. She bit her lip and continued. "Im sorry that I never said I loved you. You're not just the father of my child. You're the love of my life. I could never hate, Adam, I love him so much because he's so much like you. I could never say I love you because I was afraid to let you back in. It hurt me that you almost died from a drug overdose; I thought you didn't want to be on this earth with me and Adam anymore. I was afraid." There was silence after her confession.
A slap was heard followed by Adam's scream of pain. "LIAR!" the psycho yelled.
Riley shook her head, "No, im not lying! I love Sherlock, and I love Adam! God damn it! Stop hurting him!"
"We'll see how much you truly love them both. The game has started Commoner Riley, let's see who wins," Moriarty said before hanging up. Riley tightly closed her eyes while McGee looked at the others, "I couldn't get a trace," Riley's eyes opened and snapped to him who was looking at her in pity. She turned away from them and leaned her hands against her desk. Sherlock watched her critically; John and the others watched the two closely. Riley yelled and swung her arm, making everything, except her computer, on her desk fly off including the vase of flowers. Riley stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, before turning sharply. People sprang out of her way, watching silently as she stalked toward the elevators and stabbed the down button. The elevator doors opened and the steaming woman's visage soon disappeared behind the doors.
John turned toward Sherlock and asked in shock, "Are you going to follow her?" Sherlock didn't look at him while walking toward the vase of flowers and bending down near them, picking through the shards of glass. The genius was keenly aware of his wife's father and friends listening closely to them, "No,"
John scoffed, "No? Sherlock she's your wife, you should go comfort her," Sherlock stood up suddenly and turned toward the other man, "I know who she is to me, John. Riley does not want to be comforted right now. She is most likely in the closest gymnasium punching anything in sight. I know my wife, John. I know that it is better that no one is around her right now." John glared at him.
"He's right. Riley is known for her temper, she gets it from Gibbs in that respect." Tony idly commented. John stared at him for a moment before he seemed to concede.
"Hmm," The others turned back toward Sherlock at his interested noise. He was bending down again and found a little camera in the shards of glass. He turned back toward the others and handed the camera toward McGee. The tech-smart man looked at it for a moment, turning it over in his hand. He pulled a piece on it apart and pulled out a micro-chip, plugging it into his computer.
He stared at his computer for a second, and typed for a moment while the others watched him closely.
"This is how he's been watching us; it was probably on one of the stems of the roses. He can't watch us now, since I disabled it, boss." McGee said. Gibbs nodded and opened his mouth to speak when Sherlock interrupted him.
"He'll find another way to watch us; he likes to watch his game being played."