Shit thought Squish, fuck and bollocks. What she actually said was…

"Hello Jim, what else can I get you? But you're going to have to be quick, my set's in 5 minutes"

"Oh it's almost the weekend, so Scotch on the rocks for me and these others are working so nothing for them."

"Coming right up" she said and walked across the floor, "Dylan can you take a scotch on the rocks for table 2 please?"

"Of course I can" said the incredibly good looking, and very definitely gay man, "You ok? Look like you seen a ghost"

"Just tired" she replied with a smile plastered across her face, "sorry got to go, it's my set"

"Break a leg"

"Will do" outside she was acting completely normal, inside her head was ordered panic. Panic but ordered, she was making plans, trying to foresee what the next move was, she had an idea.

"Marie!" she hurried towards her friend before she had time to usher another couple to their table.

"What is it?"

"I need a favour. I need you to take some photos."

"What of, because the last time you wanted to photos taken it was of a dead naked man"

"It was in a bloody morgue and my phone memory was full. And just of the people in table two and on my phone so you won't get in trouble or anything, then I need you to text them to Sherlock."

"Why?"

"I can't tell you, please Marie, its important."

"Ok, fine but this better not get me into trouble, ok? I need this job."

"I promise thanks Marie, you're a star."

She legged it back stage as quick as she could.

"I know, I know, just calm down Brian, I'm here ok"

"You're on. Now!"

The music was coming on and she ran onto the stage. For the next ten minutes and thirty three seconds, all she focused on was the fact that a man, who may or may not decide to kill her depending on his mood and regardless may kill everyone she cared about or even everyone in that room, was watching her every move. Nothing else mattered as she sang and danced, her eyes remained connected to his. If she turned she spotted into his eyes and could feel her heart beating faster every second.

Finally her song was over and the bar erupted into applause. But all she did was watch him, and after what felt like an eternity, slowly he smiled. The sort of smile a snake gets as it traps a mouse. Somehow she managed to stumble off the stage and rebel Brian's attempts to engage her in conversations, she had to get to the locker room, and she had to get her bag and get out. Actually screw the bag; she just had to get out. She knew every back road in London it shouldn't be difficult to get back to Baker Street. But first she had to get out undetected. There was a fire escape that led to the roof, from there she could get to the next building, climb down and run.

She climbed the stairs to the first floor; the fire escape was just like in American movies. A window led out onto a narrow metal stairwell. The stairwell stretched upward to the roof above, and also led down to the ground below. Should she climb down? No, Moriarty most likely had men down there ready and waiting. He would of course have them on the roof as well but at least it was wider and she could run easier. Better not get trapped in a narrow space. She climbed out of the window and took the fire escape stairs two at a time.

By the time Squish had reached the roof, five minutes had passed since her number had finished, which was plenty of time for Moriarty to get someone to wait for her. In fact they might have been there for a while. Stupid Squish, stupid she silently berated herself, should have waited, asked Brian to walk you home, waited for Sherlock. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Cautiously she stuck her head above the gutter, couldn't see anyone and there wasn't anywhere for them to hide, she roof was completely flat. If she made a run for it now she may just make it.

She quietly leapt onto the roof. No one was around, and the roof of the next building was a few meters away. She ran for the edge of the bar's roof, not looking down she leapt the few meters between the rooves and landed perfectly. She breathed a sigh of relief she had made it. Now if she made her way down to street level, she could go and wait in the café, opposite for Sherlock to arrive. In fact she was sure he would in a few minutes, any chance to try and catch Moriarty he'd be there like a shot.

She made her way to the other side of the roof, this fire escape was a ladder not a stairwell, not that it mattered, she could find her way down a ladder blindfolded with one foot tied behind her back. She had made her way down a ladder with one foot tied behind her back, she sighed she really had wanted to go out that night. As she slowly made her way down the ladder, she felt her heart rate begin to slow down. She let out a breath of relief.

She landed in a dark alleyway with the rubbish bins, the smell of Chinese came from them and she remembered that the building which she had landed behind was a Chinese takeaway, she idly wondered if they had a back entrance. It would be easier to sneak through a large crowd. The sound of traffic and crowds reached her ears. It must be coming up to 7:30 or so she though glancing down at her watch, 7:35, Sherlock and John must be nearly here by now. She turned around looking for a way out of the alley. And a dark figure came into her line of vision.

"Oh my dear, you are sooo predictable" said James Moriarty, and that was the last thing she heard before a sharp pain flicked into her neck and she was falling into darkness with Jims smiling face and gleaming eyes looking down at her.