Aaliyah pulled an electric swipe card out of her purse and slid it through the lock. A feeling of guilt hit her. She knew Sherlock would be mad if he knew the truth about what she was doing. She had promised him her time with Jim had only been the once. She knew it would kill him if he knew she saw him nearly every day.

That wasn't a total lie. She had conceived Isabell after only one time. But she'd be lying if she said she hadn't seen Jim Moriarty since then. She knew he was a terrible man. She knew he had tried to destroy her younger son but something about him called to her. She couldn't stop herself.

She went through another locked door and walked into a different room. There was a large cell that took up most of the room. Jim was lying on a bed reading a book. He didn't look up at the sound of someone entering the room.

"Hi Jim," she said dragging one of the few chairs in the room closer to the cell. "How are you doing?"

"Fine," he said turning a page. "I like this new book you brought me."

"That's good," she said digging into her purse. "I bought you a new picture of Isabell."

Jim never asked for them but Aaliyah brought a new one every six months or so. She put her hand through the bars and held it out to him.

"Oh come on in," Jim said closing the book. "Mycroft came by this morning. He won't be in until tomorrow."

Aaliyah knew she wasn't getting anything passed her oldest son. He knew she came. He knew she felt something for Jim. There was no denying it. Aaliyah also knew that Jim could get out anytime he wanted. She didn't really know why he stayed behind those bars. He had been there for nearly four years.

Aaliyah unlocked the door and left it open. She knew he wasn't going anywhere. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. He took the picture and looked at it. He quickly put it in a dresser next to his bed.

"She's going to fine," Aaliyah said pulling out her phone. "Sherlock sent me a text."

She knew Jim would never ask about her. He tried to pretend he didn't care. He would just mention a good school or a nice sounding musical instrument. Aaliyah got the hints and went to Mycroft. She told them the ideas were hers but he knew where they were coming from.

Moriarty discovered he could control Isabell's life and future from his cell. All he had to do was keep Aaliyah wrapped around his finger. All he had to do was tell her he cared for her and sleep with her. He controlled the school she would be attending and the instrument she would play. He controlled everything all the way down to the color of her room. All through Aaliyah.

It was far too much fun.

Aaliyah knew about the fight between Sherlock and John nearly as soon as it had happened. Mycroft had sent her a text. Jim and Aaliyah quickly came up with the plan of 'kidnapping' them and sending to be with Irene. Jim said that if Sherlock was going to have his daughter than she was going to be raised right. She would not be raised in an abusive home.

Of course part of him thought of it as just part of making Sherlock look bad. Everyone who knew him knew he was an abuser. They would think bad of him for a while. That warmed Jim's heart.

Aaliyah went to Mycroft and told him it was all her plan. He hadn't believed her. But he had liked the plan so much he had decided not to question it.

"You need anything in here?" Aaliyah asked lying down next to him.

"Cigarettes would be nice," he said holding up an empty pack. "Very nice."

"I'll bring you some," she said at once. "Jim...I feel guilty about what I'm doing but I...I can't stop seeing you."

She let out a sigh curling up against him. He smirked running a hand through her hair. Far too much fun

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The He stood outside while Lestrade and Sherlock went inside. Irene looked up for a second and then quickly back down.

"Hello," Sherlock said sitting down. "Don't worry. The nurse says she should be just fine."

"I didn't mean for this to happen," Irene said looking up at Sherlock. "I never meant for either one of the children to get hurt."

"Care to tell us why you did this?" Lestrade asked still standing up.

"Now," she said sitting back in the seat. "That would be playing fair."

"Just tell whose idea it was," Sherlock pushed. "I need to know that. I have a right to know that."

"Mycroft," she confessed. "He came to me and told me the children would be coming to my house. I didn't really understand why but he told me I owed him one. I guess I did."

"Was it his idea to do this?" the consulting detective questioned. "Did the orders come from other?"

"He did mention Moriarty," Irene said sighing. "He mentioned him. He never explained what was really going on to me. I also remember him mentioning a woman while he was on the phone but he never told me who she was. I got the feeling from phone call that it was Jim's girlfriend."

"Let her go," Sherlock said getting up. "I'm not pressing chargers."

"What?" Lestrade asking in a shocked voice. "She took your kids. How can you let her go?"

"It's complicated," Sherlock said giving Irene a hard look. "I have the feeling she didn't have much choice in this."

"Thank you Sherlock," she said giving him a small smile.

Sherlock opened the door and disappeared out into the hallway.

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Isabell looked around the room in confusion. She couldn't understand why she was in the hospital. What had happened?

She remembered Irene giving her something to eat. After that everything became blurry. She must have got sick from the food. That was the only thing she could figure out.

She was sore and her chest and throat hurt. She moaned and looked around the room. She found the button for the nurse and pushed it. She needed something for the pain. She knew she had an I.V going into her hand. She was scared and didn't want to be alone.

She wanted to know where her sister was. Was she with the police? Had they called her parents.

After a minute the nurse walked in holding something in her hands. She smiled and walked over to him.

"Starting to hurt honey?" she asked putting some medicine into the I.V. "Don't worry. We'll take care of you."

"Are my parents here?" she asked in a small voice.

"Yes. They got here a little while ago," the nurse said. "Would you like to see them?"

"I want to talk to my Papa," Isabell said. "I want to talk to him alone. He's the tall one."

The nurse chuckled and tucked the child in.

"Of course," she said. "Do you need anything else?"

"No," she said shaking her head.

"I'll get him," the nurse said before walking out of the room.

Her Papa walked in. She jumped into a sitting position and backed into the head board.

"Don't be afraid of me," Sherlock said sitting on the edge of the bed. "Please."

Even though her father had never put his hands on her she was still afraid. If he would hit her father he might hit her. At least that was how she felt.

"You saw didn't you?" Her Papa asked. "It's OK to tell me the truth. You aren't going to get into trouble."

"I was afraid," she said looking down. "I was scared. I didn't know what to do."

"You told someone didn't you?" he said. "You told Uncle Mycroft didn't you?"

"Was that wrong?" She asked in a soft voice.

'No," Sherlock said. "If someone hurts your or someone else you tell someone. I would never want someone to hurt you the way I hurt Dad."

"I want us to be happy," Isabell said crawling towards her father.

Sherlock put his arms around his daughter and pulled her close. She relaxed against him and let out a whimper.

"I hurts a little. They gave me something for it." she said as she started to cry. "Am I going to be OK?"

"Of course," he said kissing her head. "You're going to be fine. Someone will be with you all the time you're here. We won't leave you alone."

"Papa I was so scared," she said. "I thought I was going to die."

"Honey," he said holding tight to her. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

"It's OK," she said drying her eyes. "I know you don't want to tell me about Moriarty now. But will you tell me when I'm older?"

"Yes," he said. "I will. I will when you're old enough."

"I love you Papa," she said closing her eyes.

"I love you too darling," Sherlock said.

He looked down to see the young girl sleeping against him. He pulled out his cell and sent a text.

She is fine now. I'm with her. She is sleeping.

SH

He laid her down on the bed and covered her. He got up from the bed and sat down in the chair next to her.

Sherlock did love the little girl. He loved her with all his heart. Biologically she was his sister but she would always be his daughter. She deserved a good father.

He tapped his mobile up against the arm of the chair. He had to make this situation right. He had a feeling that whole thing went deep. He had a feeling he knew who Jim's girlfriend was. Part of him had already suspected it. He picked up his mobile and typed out a message.

Mother. I need to speak with you right away.

SH