NOTE: Yeah new followers! Welcome! The new chapter was really difficult to write… I wanted to stay close to the original storyline but I couldn´t decide how to move on. I didn´t write every detail out, because I guessed you all now storyline quite well I used the Transcript by Ariane DeVere aka Callie Sullivan and hope I didn´t forget something important of the conversation after the trial. I´m not really satisfied but I didn´t want to keep you waiting so long again. So I hope you like it. By the way I would love some fanart for this story, if anyone feels obliged…

Chapter 16: And this is how the story goes

Locked Rooms

Gemma stood in front of the Jewel House of the Tower of London in a row of tourists. Step one of her plan ready to be set in motion. She put the headphones of her phone in her ears shortly before she entered the building. The music started playing full and loud in her ears. She´d picked La Gazza Ladra which she personally thought was hilarious for the occasion. It was all so easy. After she had written the words Get Sherlock she smiled her wicked smile towards the camera just for Sherlock to see later. The bank vaults were unlocked, every cell door in the prison had opened and Gemma sat on a throne with the crown jewels. She found it quite appropriate. When the police stormed in Gemma was kind of giddy this would be so much fun.

The court / Sinner*

Sherlock gave his testimony explaining who Gemma Moriarty was. A criminal mastermind a spider in a web. She raised an eyebrow at him and he could practically hear her in his mind: 'Seriously? A spider? Nothing better?' Sherlock could barely stand to look at her. With her hands cuffed behind her back his train of thoughts got distracted over and over again. Gemma seemed to read his mind because she gave him that seductive look of hers through her dark lashes and he had to physically shake his head to clear his mind. John had told him before oz to be clever but he had to distract himself and couldn´t be bothered to pay attention to the rules of society. Showing off in a court proved to be not good at all. So he ended up in a prison cell next to Gemma. He could hear her giggle.

"Psst, Sherlock, do you think it was necessary? Showing off like that to impress me?

"I didn´t show off." Sherlock stated calmly staring at the wall.

"Oh yes you did, honey."

"It´s not my fault that people can´t see the obvious. And I certainly have no desire to impress you." His voice was even when he spoke but Gemma could hear the hidden emotions underneath.

"Mmh. I see, John was there, too. Wasn´t he? Maybe you just want to impress him? He was soooo disappointed." Sherlock simply stayed quiet there was no need to talk to her anymore.

"Just by the way, Sherlock: the looks you gave me in court? Do you think no one notices? Those looks that say: I will rip of your clothes and fuck you right here? That´s quite distracting and I think people notice. You should stop that." She laughed again and Sherlock stood in his cell stoically refusing to answer.

(*Nina Simone – Sinnerman)

I owe you more than just a fall

When he finally went home he already knew how the trial would end. After John had called and told him that Gemma Moriarty had been found not guilty he knew she would come over to rub it in his face so he got up got dressed and prepared tea.

He stood in the middle of the living room and his heart was pounding too loud in his ears. To distract himself he strode to his chair and grabbed his violin. He played Bach to calm himself until he heard a creak from the stairs and stopped. There were no further steps to be heard until Sherlock resumed to play.

When Gemma entered her presence filled the room. Sherlock could keep telling himself that it was only about the sex but the way his chest clenched when he laid eyes on her, the way his finger itched to just touch her… even he knew that it was about more than the exchange of bodily fluids. Today she was dressed in a beige suit with pants instead of a skirt. The trousers hugged her hips and fell loose down to her brown high heels. Sherlock´s gaze lingered on the trousers for a moment and he decided he liked skirts better on her.

Sherlock watched her for a moment: "Most people knock. But then you're not most people, I suppose."

"Johann Sebastian would be appalled." She turned around looking for a place to sit.

"May I?"

"Please." Sherlock appreciated the distance in Gemma´s demeanor. He offered her John´s chair but she ignored him to sit on Sherlock´s.

"You know when he was on his death bed, Bach, he heard his son at the piano playing one of his pieces. The boy stopped before he got to the end ..."

"... and the dying man jumped out of his bed, ran straight to the piano and finished it." Sherlock finished her sentences.

"Couldn't cope with an unfinished melody."

"Neither can you. That's why you've come."

"Indeed we have unfinished business. Oh Sherlock come on! You are a tiny bit pleased."

"With the verdict?" He asked incredulously taking his cup of tea after pouring both of them a cup.

"With me back on the streets, of course! Would have been so boring without me. Only the ordinary people to play with. No fancy crimes." She made a sympathetic face.

"And no more sex for you… It seemed like you have grown fond of it lately." She leaned forward with a dangerous glint in her eyes and grabbed an appel from the table. Sherlock leaned further back when she pulled a small knife from her pocket. Right now he started to regret his decision to ever get acquainted with someone as twisted as her. Of course he knew most of the trouble she was going to cause was because he pushed her into doing so. Inwardly he cursed himself for still feeling something for her but he was unable to shut those feelings out of his mind-palace. Whenever he´d tried to shut her out the mental picture of her just laughed at him. He´d shut her away in a cell deep inside his mind-palace chained up but he couldn´t help to enter it over and over again. Every single time he tried to erase everything connected with her: The feelings, the way she smelt, the way she walked, smiled and the sex. Yet he was unable to succeed and the mental surrogate of her told him that he was lost indefinitely lost since the first moment he´d touched her.

"I will survive." Was his sarcastic reply.

"Certainly you will but how dull life will be? You need me! Without me you're nothing. Because we're just alike, you and I; except you're boring what you proved really well." Her lips twitched and her brows furrowed. "You're on the side of the angels. Should´ve at least considered to try my side." Disappointment was obvious in her voice.

Sherlock chose to ignore her comment and started to ask more urgent questions: "Got to the jury, of course."

Gemma laughed humorless: "I got into the Tower of London; you think I can't worm my way into twelve hotel rooms?

„Cable network." Sherlock realized with a sudden unsettling feeling in his stomach exactly how dangerous she was. He knew she was a criminal but a criminal who just walked out of a courtroom without even trying to defend herself. In comparison she was at least as dangerous and powerful as Mycroft. Except she was unpredictable in her actions

„Easy, really." She sighed with a bored expression. "Nevertheless I suggest you know why I did it?"

"Of course."

Gemma raised an eyebrow cutting into the apple and eating the slice she carved out.

"Go ahead then."

"What? Shall I tell you what you already know?"

"Prove that you aren´t ordinary." She loved to provoke him.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, why did she have to be so annoying?

"You didn't take anything because you don't need to. You'll never need to take anything ever again."

"You are quite right. Because?" She urged him to continue slowly leaning back in his armchair again eating another slice of the appel.

"Because nothing in the Bank of England, the Tower of London or Pentonville Prison could possibly match the value of the key that could get you into all three." Gemma pushed her knife into the appel and put both aside.

"I can open any door anywhere with a few tiny lines of computer code. No such thing as a private bank accounts now. They're all mine. No such thing as secrecy. I own secrecy. Nuclear codes: I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king; and honey, you should see me in a crown."

"You were advertising all the way through the trial. You were showing the world what you can do."

"And you were helping. Big client list: rogue governments, intelligence communities ... terrorist cells. They all want me. You see I wasn´t idle at all. Now I´m Mrs. Sex." She winked at him.

"Let´s move on from the obvious stuff to the more interesting matters: The final problem. Our problem in fact." She drummed an idle rhythm with her fingertips on her knee.

"What? You are going to burn me? Because I hurt your feelings?" Sherlock drawled seeming extremely bored just to annoy her. "That´s a pretty ordinary reaction, don´t you think? A bit too mundane for you?"

"Oh that is rich, Sherlock! You should´ve known that I wouldn´t let it go just like that. But then of course you knew. And it won´t be mundane, Honey! Not at all. It will start very soon. I owe you a fall. But don´t be afraid! Falling is just like flying, except there is a more permanent destination." Gemma snapped setting her cup back on the table far too loud.

"I never liked riddles." Sherlock shrugged careless.

"Oh you will learn to, Honey!"

Sherlock stood abruptly Gemma mirrored his movement and turned to leave but Sherlock grabbed her arm spinning her around.

"Sherlock!" Gemma´s eyes widened. Briefly she considered to break his arm, she didn´t like him looming over her.

"You´ve had your fun, Gemma. Let it go." The urgency in his voice startled her.

"Never." They locked eyes and Sherlock leaned slowly down.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" His voice was soft now his breath ghosting over her face.

"Don´t…" Gemma tried to turn her head but Sherlock grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her in place. "Don´t, Sherlock!" Vaguely she remembered that she should push him away but her hands rested useless on his chest. His lips were so close she needed to get out right now or it would be too late. They both knew how the story would end. There was no fairy-tale ending for them no happy-ever-after but right now there was at least the promise of relieve. And Gemma stopped resisting their lips met in an urgent kiss that lasted until they were both breathless. But this was not the way it was supposed to be going, she remembered herself. She wouldn´t let him push her around again and with her flat hands pushed him against the nearest wall.

"Oh Sherlock, you might think me weak because I´ve let you fuck me." Her hands fisted in his shirt and she pushed him into the wall again. "But you´re wrong, of course you are. You want me, too. You can tell yourself you have the upper hand in this little game, that you are the one controlling it…" She let her right hand travel down over his stomach her eyes fixed on Sherlock´s. Slowly she turned her wrist around and pushed her hand into his pants. Sherlock gasped at the touch. Expertly she fisted his cock and gave it a light squeeze. "Honey, I think you are wrong." A wicked smile curled her lips slowly she removed her hand and replaced the pressure with the length of her body. She could feel his arousal against her belly. She leaned in and kissed his jaw line.

"Tell me Sherlock, what do you want?"

Sherlock could smell her perfume lying over the clean sense of her hair and skin. It was intoxicating to him but he refused to answer her question. She smiled kissing her way down his neck and licked a wet stripe up again over his pulse. Sherlock shuddered and groaned. Gemma´s hands wandered under his purple shirt touching his waistline and moving up to roam over his chest.

"Oh come on, Sherlock. What. Do. You. Want?"

"You." He whispered closing his eyes. There was a long pause and silence fell before Gemma had gained enough control over her voice to make it sound light:

"You should have considered this sooner, don´t you think? It´s a bit too late for that now. I hate to admit this but you hurt my feelings and I don´t react well to that kind of stuff." Gemma pulled her arm up and pushed it against Sherlock´s throat. Her anger changed her features and her voice was low and threatening: "First you make me fall for you and then you dump me like it meant nothing. It´s ridiculous really because right now you wouldn´t mind to fuck me again, would you?! No, you certainly would kick me out right after; in the end you wouldn´t care…! It´s good that I had a plan for you before this unfortunate incident got me distracted. And I had a lot of time to think about how to destroy you the best. You will pay Sherlock! You will suffer! I. Owe. You. A. Fall."

And she left him standing with his back against the wall.

After she left Sherlock didn´t know what he felt anymore except for the unsettling feeling in his stomach. He turned back towards the table and saw the apple. With careful finger he picked it up holding it by the knife. Gemma had carved something into it and Sherlock slowly turned the apple to read: "I owe u". He couldn´t help but role his eyes, she was always so over the top dramatic. Exactly like the "Get Sherlock" on the security glass in the crown jewel´s fault. He would have to be careful she was planning something big and he needed to plan against the possible threads coming his way though she´d given him a good impression of what she might be planning.

A fall.