"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Jacob! Happy birthday to you!"
It was a rather nice day out and the family had decided to go to the park to celebrate Jacob's birthday. The house had an odd feeling to it at the moment and Harper felt it would be better to take the kids out to relax. All seven kids were there, along with some of Jacob's school friends. Jacob blew out the candles and everyone clapped.
"Okay, raise your hand if you want a slice!"
All hands went up except for Anguirus'. She never ate junk food. After everyone got a slice, it was time for Jacob to open his presents.
"Open mine first!" Charlene shoved a crudely wrapped box in his face.
"Alright, alright!" He laughed.
Everything was happy and perfect that day.
Well, it was.
Anguirus' phone vibrated in her back pocket. It was a text. Anguirus never received texts. Ever.
"221B Baker Street. Now. - SH"
Anguirus immediately typed a reply, "No. Birthday Party."
"Ah, no way!" Jacob opened the box and took out the cell phone.
"Now, be careful!" Harper warned, "That's the only one you get until you make your own money!"
They shared a hug and Jacob picked up the sack that had Anguirus' presents in there. He looked at her, "I know you gave this to me last night, but I wanted to open it in front of everyone."
Anguirus nodded and smiled at him. He reached in and took at the candy bar and Harper tutted, "If he gets any more sweets, you'll be the one trying to get him into bed on time!"
Jacob took out the Batman mask and rolled his eyes, "What am I? Five?"
Anguirus nodded and a few laughed as Anguirus' phone buzzed again.
"He has a lifetime of birthdays. You might not. - SH."
Sighing, Anguirus waited until Jacob opened all of his presents before hugging him goodbye.
"Thanks, Z. Try not to give the police too hard of a time." Jacob thought that Sherlock was a detective for the police force and Anguirus was simply too lazy to correct him.
Anguirus arrived at 221 Baker Street and rung the bell that read 'B'. No one came to the door for a while, so she decided to knock the knocker.
An old woman answered the door, "Yes?"
Anguirus pointed to the doorbell and then to the upstairs.
"Oh! You must be here for Sherlock. Come on in, then."The woman ushered her in, "He must of gotten rid of his bell again, he always does. Says it interrupts his thinking." She let out a giggle as she knocked on the already open door, "Visitor, Sherlock!"
Sherlock glanced up at the door while plucking at his violin's chords, "Yes, thank you, Mrs. Hudson." The old woman left and Sherlock pointed to the chair across from himself with his bow, "Have a seat."
Anguirus plopped down and crossed her legs, waiting for him to speak. "Do you know why Moriarty is interested in you?"
Anguirus shook her head no.
Sherlock put down his violin, "Damn! I don't know either. Unless it has to do with your mysterious training or the scars on your back. Knowing Moriarty, it could be anything." They sat there in silence and Anguirus decided, for the sake of keeping her family protected, she would reveal a little bit.
"I was a part of a Special Forces team for the US Marines. It was Top Secret. But, no one knows that, except for you now."
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "What did your team do?"
Anguirus tapped the arm of the chair before signing, "I can not say. Please, don't tell anyone."
"Sherlock! They didn't have any more- Oh. Hello again." John Watson came through the door with bags of groceries. "What are you doing here?"
"She was just leaving." Sherlock stood up and Anguirus followed suit. He walked her over to the door and signed, "I won't tell anyone."
Anguirus hoped he'd keep that promise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On the way home, Anguirus' phone rang, causing her to roll her eyes. It was an unrecognizable number. She answered it.
"What, you're not going to say hello?" The voice chuckled. It was Jim Moriarty.
"I tried to wait for you to call, but I got bored. Listen, I want to speak to you in person. Well, you know what I mean. Meet me at this address," Moriarty riddled off a street name and some numbers. "Oh, and if you're not here in ten minutes I'm going to have to make a little house call. Bye!"
That was incentive enough for Anguirus. As a soldier, she was taught to look out for her team mates. Her family is her team. She sprinted, taking alleys as short cuts. Five minutes passed and she was standing behind the building. It was abandoned. Anguirus stuck close to the walls as she tried every window to see if there was an open one. No one should ever walk in the front door. She pried open a window on the side of the building and looked inside. It was clear. Climbing in, she walked as quietly as she could. Anguirus heard music coming from an open room on the first floor. Peeking in, she saw Moriarty staring out the window listening to the Bee Gees.
"You can come in, you know." He called out.
Anguirus' face glossed over to a stoic expression and she stepped in, staying close to the door.
"Do you like this song? Staying Alive..." He turned off the song and turned towards her.
"Hi!" Moriarty smiled at her, slowly walking forward.
"When I first saw you making a fool of yourself at that awful club, I thought 'Wow. That girl is an idiot.' But, then..." Moriarty stopped a few feet in front of Anguirus, "You looked at me and knew, just knew, that I was up to no good. Then I decided on you. You're the one!" He clapped his hands and smiled at her, chewing his gum obnoxiously.
"What do you mean?" Moriarty stated in a higher pitch than normal, imitating her.
"I MEAN!" He yelled, getting close to her face. Anguirus tightened her muscles, ready to attack if necessary. "That you are going to be my Live-in Ordinary. Although, you're not as ordinary as I'd like you to be." A heavy silence fell over them.
"You know what's interesting, Anguirus?" Moriarty circled her.
She kept tabs on him for any stalling movement.
He stopped in front of her, "You're not going to guess?" He waited a few seconds, mockingly waiting for her to say something. "What's interesting is the fact that when I searched the records for your name, nothing came up but a birth certificate! I find that very interesting."
Moriarty smiled deviously, "Now, I know, you can't wait to get home and pack, but I want you to take a day or two to think about it. Even though I already know the answer is yes." He grinned, "Who can say no to Mr. Sex? Now, get going!"
Anguirus backed away from him and turned around walking away quickly.
"Oh, and Anguirus!" The girl paused, waiting for him to speak. "One word of this to Sherlock and I will blow up your family. Ciao!" Moriarty watched the girl leave, scoffing as she went out the window that she came in. How dramatic. She could've used the front door. Moriarty took out his phone and made a call.
"Keep searching." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Anguirus sat in her closet, clutching her dog tags. She had to keep repeating to herself that it wasn't Russia. She was fine. Anguirus needed to forget the past and think of a plan. She couldn't get her head cleared.
Anguirus removed herself from her closet and walked downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing a lemon from the refrigerator.
"Oh, there you are Zill!" Charlene ran into the kitchen with a giant smile on her face, "Do you want to play?"
Anguirus smiled and nodded. She didn't know when she'd be able to play her again.
Anguirus' phone vibrated with a text from Sherlock. "Come to 221B Baker Street- SH."
Sighing, Anguirus signed to Charlene that she couldn't play any more.
"But, whhhyy?" Charlene whined, "We never see each other any more!"
Anguirus breathed in and signed, "I'm sorry." Before proceeding to leave.
Anguirus walked onto the steps of Sherlock's home and knocked. The phone in her pocket buzzed again and she took it out. It read:
"Remember, little monster. Don't tell. - JM"
The fact that Moriarty had eyes on her right now was unnerving. John opened the door, "Ah, Z. Please come in." Anguirus nodded and walked inside and up the stairs quickly.
"Z." Sherlock nodded a greeting, "Moriarty visited me. He told me not to get in the way. Get in the way of what, exactly?"
Anguirus signed, "I don't know. I just want this all to go away." She idly walked over to Sherlock's desk as he was speaking.
"He seemed to hint that you knew something. Do you... know something?" Anguirus began to tap on the table, thinking.
She signed, "I told you, I don't know. Do you have any fruit?" And went back to tapping on the table, awaiting his answer.
"Uh, yes." John said after a moment of silence. Anguirus tapped a few more times before intruding into their kitchen and opening the refrigerator. There was a decapitated head staring back at her. Ignoring it and being seemingly unphased, she opened a drawer. There was a couple of lemons sitting there with a few apples. Picking up a lemon, she stuck her pocket knife into it and started lapping up the liquids while the boys stared at her with different expressions on their face. Anguirus looked at the time on her phone, noticing that it was around nine.
"Sorry, I have to go." She promptly left slamming the door.
John looked at Sherlock, "She is so... strange."
"And clever." Sherlock smiled, "Morse code."
"Morse code? What?"
"Morse. Code." And he began repeating the taps to himself.
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"Sorry, honey, I don't know what you're saying!" The new bartender who took Billy's place shouted. Anguirus was getting more and more agitated.
"She wants lime juice, for Christ's sake!" A familiar voice rang from behind her. "Hey, Z!" Anguirus smiled at Dylan and accepted his hug. "How have you been? How's that guy?"
Anguirus used the universal sign for "Fucked up in the head".
"Here you go," The bartender set the glass down on the bar, "That'll be 5 pounds."
"She drinks on the house, mate!" Dylan rolled his eyes, "Well, I have to get back to the table! Just wanted to say hi!" Dylan hugged her once more and promptly left. Anguirus chugged the glass in one swing and left for the dance floor, starting the routine.
"Firecracker!" Dylan yelled extra loudly. Anguirus figured he was drunk.
"Firecracker!" And up on the stage she was boosted.
"So take me away."
Hair whips and body rolls and hip bumps and squats.
"I need your heart."
The song seemed to be a lot louder than usual. That or Anguirus was absorbing the noise in a much more sensitive state. She was stressed, even if she didn't show it. She was concerned, even if she didn't say it.
Anguirus fell back into the crowd, feeling the tingle of the crowds hands amplified. When she was sat down, she continued dancing, refusing to register anything but the music. She grinded against the people near her, feeling the excitement and fun of each person. Hands gripped Anguirus' hips and she sighed pleasantly, wishing the world could always be like this. Anguirus turned against her partner, snaking her hand up and circling it around the back of their neck. Hands roamed around Anguirus' stomach, holding her close. Grinding against her partner, a mouth came into contact with Anguirus' own. It was a sensual battle that Anguirus did not care for. Lips moved against her own in a lustful manner, dominating her as she gave up and let the stranger's tongue into her mouth. Anguirus turned around, mouths still connected, so she could get better access.
"I want to kill everybody in the world."
The hands on her waist tightened painfully and her lip became clenched between two teeth. Pulling back quickly, Anguirus look into the eyes of Jim Moriarty. For a moment, she felt panic. Blinding panic, but then anger. Angrily, Anguirus grabbed the back of Moriarty's skull and slammed her mouth painfully against his...
"I want to eat your heart."
... And bit his lip. Causing it to rip and drawing blood. Anguirus then pushed him away from her and she exited the club quickly.
About halfway home she realized the gum she was chewing was not hers.