Anguirus stood in her sports bra that Moriarty had stolen and latex shorts. In front of her stood a very pissed off Moran and off to the side was Moriarty. He was there simply as a translator. Anguirus figured that Moran would be too stupid to understand what her wild gesturing would mean. Moran was in a wife beater and some sweat pants that were slightly damp because Anguirus forced him to warm up his muscles on the punching bag.

"I don't see why I have to do this. She's just a dumb girl." Moran mumbled.

Anguirus shot her head up to look at him. She quickly punched him in his face.

Moriarty snorted, "That's why."

Moriarty. Moriarty, Moriarty, Moriarty.

Anguirus had decided that making any changes to the plan of action could be detrimental to her escape, so, Moriarty had decided for her. And he decided both. Anguirus was to train Moran to be a clever fighter and to go around to all sorts of places with Moriarty and potentially getting killed while 'protecting' the nut job. He seemed rather pissed off when she refused to speak to him.

Oh well.

"Fuckin' bitch." Anguirus punched him in the stomach.

"All right! I get it! Just don't forget who gave you that bruise."

Anguirus put her hand up and waved at Moriarty to get his attention.

"You have no technique." Moriarty voiced for her. "It's funny to watch you stumble around."

Moran tensed his jaw.

"When you punch, you have to bring your whole body forward to give a harder blow. Like this."

Anguirus motioned for Moran to follow her to the punching bag. She went through the motions slowly so he'd see it bit by bit, and then did it as though she were fighting. Anguirus stood back and motioned Moran forward to try it, but he didn't quite understand what she wanted him to do.

"She wants you to punch the bag, idiot." Moriarty sighed and rolled his eyes. Why did he always get the men that were shit?

Moran stood in front of the bag and went into a fighting stance. Clumsily, but forcefully, he thrust the right side of his body out and punched the bag.

"Again." Anguirus signed.

She kept making him do it until he wasn't falling on to the foot, but stepping. Anguirus lead Moran to the mat where they were going to fight.

Getting into the stance, Anguirus signed, "You attack first, act like you're in a real fight."

"As far as I'm concerned, this is one, babycakes."

Moran thrust out his fist with the technique that Anguirus had just taught him and Anguirus ducked, grabbing his thighs and hoisting him off of his feet and over her shoulder. She followed his legs and did a backwards somersault over his head and landed on his chest, putting her arm tightly under his chin.

Moran coughed, "Get her off me!"

Anguirus rolled her eyes and stood up. She motioned for him to stay on the floor and she signed, "If you can't do a crazy back flip, do this."

Anguirus got on her knees by his head and slammed the side of her hand on his Adam's apple and Moran coughed, grabbing his neck and turning to his side. Anguirus quickly stood and hooked her elbow under his chin and jerking up so she wasn't bent over and she began squeezing, cutting off his air supply.

"Anguirus." Moriarty said in an irritated tone.

Anguirus dropped Moran so he could hack and get his air supply back.

"How am I supposed to learn if you keep killing my brain cells?" Moran got up and faced her.

"When you're choking your enemy, you can then twist their neck and kill them. Now, it's your turn. I won't defend myself."

Moriarty cut in,"But if you kill her I will have no remorse in burning your dead body."

Anguirus punched at Moran and he had done the second method that she had taught him. Moran was choking her and she was having a hard time keeping a smile back.

Moriarty had seen her expression and raised his eyebrows. Weird girl.

In all actuality, she just really missed fighting. Moran wasn't letting go, so Anguirus thrust back her elbow into his diaphragm.

"God damn it!"

Anguirus and Moran both rested, catching their breath.

Anguirus signed, "You have two hands. Use the other to hold my arms down. Stupid."

It went on like this for about two hours before Moriarty started getting bored. "Okay! Well, I think it's time for the violence to stop. Go home Moran."

Moran pushed Anguirus' foot off his throat and stood up, exiting the gym. Awkwardness filled the air as the door clicked shut. Anguirus wasn't exactly sure why she felt awkward. She wondered if everyone felt awkwardness at the same time or if it was only the one person mucking up the atmosphere. Moriarty, who was sitting backwards in a his chair, patted the back of it and stood.

Anguirus started walking towards the exit so she could have a shower when Moriarty's hand grabbed her arm. He turned her around fast and shoved her backwards, causing her to knock her head hard against the cement walls. Colors flashed in front of her eyes and Moriarty pulled her face towards his, connecting their lips and smashing his body against hers. Her mind was in a daze and she told herself it was because of the forming goose bump on her head and the dizziness that she wrapped her arms around Moriarty's neck. His mouth moved almost desperately against hers as he gently stroked her sides with his thumbs, his hands gripping her hips roughly. Moriarty pulled back abruptly and stepped away from her, Anguirus' arms falling to her sides. He didn't even look at her as he quickly left the gymnasium.

Anguirus was breathing harder than she had been while fighting Moran. Sitting down on the cold ground, she rested her head against the wall. What would Harper Maegan say to her if she were here?

"Anguirus, it's fantastic that a boy is finally showing interest, but he is not a very nice boy." Harper would walk over and sit next to her, placing her arm around her, "I think that if it was meant to be, then he'll be what you need. What you need is stability and, honey, he is not stable."

Charlene would skip in saying, "I think if they like each other then they should be together. Maybe if the bad man was happy he wouldn't be so bad."

Anguirus imagined Charlene sitting in her lap, humming a random tune that she had made up.

"I think if he touches you like that again, I'm going to beat him up." Jacob would say with a tough look.

The ladies would laugh at him and he would cross his arms, "Besides, this is all part of your plan, right?"

Anguirus blinked and her family disappeared. The fourteen year old imaginary Jacob was right.

Besides, Anguirus was more than certain that she had no feeling towards Moriarty himself, but the desperation of getting back home.

She stood up and exited the underground facility. Opening the closet quietly, she saw that Moriarty was already in bed. Anguirus exited and took that shower that she promised herself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few days had passed and Moriarty had not left his room. Anguirus had thought about checking on him, but she just figured that if he were dead, someone would've been interrogating her.

Anguirus was currently in the kitchen eating a lime and she decided to watch the surveillance on Sherlock and John. Turning on the television, she frowned. That Irene woman was standing in front of Sherlock. Anguirus quickly turned the sound on.

"I know... that we've had our troubles. But I desperately need help, Sherlock. I have no where else to turn to. No one else."

It seemed that John was out, or Anguirus was sure that he would've been telling Sherlock what a terrible idea it was.

"Fine. I'll help you, friend."

Anguirus made a face. Sherlock was certainly trying to distinguish a border between romantic and friendship. It was strange to think of Sherlock in a romantic relationship. It was even stranger that the only woman to interest him was a terrible woman like Irene. Anguirus ate some more of her lime as Irene explained her case that involved sex, lies, and blackmail. Anguirus rolled her eyes. Never get involved with a woman who enjoys blackmail. It's terrible and against common morals. Then again, Anguirus should not be the one speaking about morals. Her track record was far from clean. She was rather concerned about how distracted Sherlock would be in the presence of this harlot. Hopefully, John and Sherlock's other 'friend' would be keeping an eye out.

"Hey." Anguirus spun around and looked at Moriarty. He was dressed in his fancy suit and his hair was slicked back, but his expression was terrible. Moriarty looked angry and tired, but his eyes were alight with something unbeknownst to Anguirus.

"We've got somewhere to go. Get your shoes on." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Anguirus and Moriarty had entered the helicopter that had landed in the backyard. Moriarty did not drug Anguirus this time since she was now forcefully under his employment and the job required her to be awake. She had no knowledge of where she was going, all she knew was that she was in a very small space with Moran and a couple of other men and Moriarty. From the scenery out of the windows, Anguirus gathered that Moriarty's cabin was in the mountains.

Moran had been glaring at her the whole time while holding a sniper rifle. Anguirus had a very strong urge to disarm him, but not while on a small aircraft. Moriarty was sitting beside her with his arm grazing her own every few minutes. It sent uncomfortable tingles that made her want to disarm Moran even more, just to get away from it. Moriarty's expression had not changed one bit since the few hours of being in the helicopter. They landed on a very secluded lot and two cars entered as they all piled out. One was a taxi.

Moran and the rest of the gunmen went to the car as Moriarty grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her into the taxi. Anguirus was a bit angry about the forming bruises on her forearm. The car ride was full of angry tension, most of it was radiating off of Moriarty. After about twenty minutes, Anguirus started recognizing certain things. They were in London. Why were they in London? Anguirus hoped that maybe Moriarty decided that she was too annoying to have around and was going to drop her back off with her family. They arrived in front of a building that had dark bricks and many windows. Moriarty got out and Anguirus quickly followed suit.

"Be on your toes." He drawled lazily.

Anguirus raised an eyebrow and followed Moriarty into the building. They were immediately in a long hallway with many doors. Moriarty and Anguirus walked casually through those hallways and up two flights of stairs before the madman stopped in front of an open door. Pausing, he glanced at Anguirus before walking in, she followed suit.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes!"

A tall man stood leaning on an umbrella with a tense look on his face.

"Moriarty."

Anguirus tilted her head to the side. Mr. Holmes? Relation to Sherlock? The chance of two Holmes' in London being invested in Moriarty and not being related were slim to none.

"So, I'm here," Moriarty motioned to himself, "What do you want?"

Mr. Holmes pointed his umbrella at Anguirus, "Ms. Zamora. I was just going to ask if she was still in your presence, but it was rather kind of you to bring her."

A flash of understanding burst from Anguirus' eyes. This was the other man that Sherlock spoke about. She suddenly felt suspicious. This wasn't part of the plan. What happened?

"Oh, of course she's here! I am now her employer. Well, actually, it was either she worked for me or die. Guess which one she chose."

Anguirus glanced at Moriarty. She didn't choose shit.

"Why are you so interested? Have a crush, Mycroft?"

Mycroft let out a sarcastic smile, "I have asked you here to give you options. You can return Ms. Zamora to her foster family or I will be forced to have the authorities involved."

Anguirus stared hard at Mycroft. Something wasn't right at all. She needed answers. Anguirus tilted her head and crunched her eyebrows at Mycroft.

He looked back at her, "Are you alright, Ms. Zamora?" Anguirus nodded slowly, confused.

"Well, Mr. Holmes, I don't particularly want to return Ms. Zamora."

They stared hard at each other, "May I ask why?"

Moriarty smiled, "Always so polite. You don't have to be, you know. I'm starting to consider us friends!"

Mycroft frowned, "May I have a word with Ms. Zamora?"

Moriarty pulled a face and backed away from Mycroft with his arms up, "By all means."

Anguirus hesitantly walked closer to Mycroft. He stuck out his hand and placed it over the scab on her arm.

"Would you be able to send some sort of signal? Like a smoke signal?" The look on Mycroft's face told her to shake her head no.

"Then I'm afraid that you will be lost for a while. I'm having my best men work on it." He patted her arm and then retrieved it back to his side.

"Is that all, Mr. Holmes?" Moriarty sighed, bored.

"I suppose so, Moriarty."

"Say hello to your brother and Irene for me! Let's go, Anguirus."

Anguirus stared at Mycroft a few more seconds and twitched her arms a bit. Mycroft glanced at her hands quickly and nodded a goodbye.

"NOW!"

Anguirus closed her eyes briefly before following Moriarty out of the building and into the taxi.

Anguirus felt drained as Mycroft's words ran through her head.

"Would you be able to send some sort of signal? Like a smoke signal?"

"Then I'm afraid that you will be lost for a while."

Anguirus squeezed her eyes shut.

Signal.

Lost.

They arrived back at the cabin and Anguirus immediately made her way to Moriarty's closet. She did what she had always done. Clutching dog tags and breathing heavily.

Signal lost. Signal lost.

Signal. Lost.

The door opened and Anguirus refused to remove her head from her arms to look at the insane man. He had kidnapped her for what? There was no purpose. Moriarty just chose from a crowd.

A hand clasped onto her shoulder and another wrapped itself around her, pulling her into his chest. It was strange and almost pleasant. Like a mother holding a child.

Moriarty held her there for a few minutes and then pulled back. He placed his hands on her cheeks and looked at her eyes. Moriarty gave a little smile and all the sudden he gripped her head tightly and slammed it into the wall of the closet. Lights danced across her vision and she felt Moriarty grab her arm and flick open a knife. Searing pain ran up and down her arm as he dug into it. Anguirus attempted to pull it away, but his grip held tight. She couldn't deliver an attack because he was deliberately at an odd angle. Anguirus let out a little scream as he dug the knife around. Something fell onto the ground and Moriarty took the knife out of her flesh.

Moriarty picked up the blood covered chip from the ground and stared at it. His expression was frightening. He stood up and stomped on the microchip. Moriarty's hair and eyes were wild as looked down at Anguirus.

"You think you, of all people, were going to get away with it? Honey, I'm the best criminal IN THE WORLD." He shouted.

"I have signal blockers surrounding this place."

Moriarty turned and threw his pocket knife at the wall, making it stick out as it landed on its blade. He was heaving breaths as he forced himself to calm down.

"Get out."

Anguirus stared at him, scared for her life.

"GET OUT NOW!"

Anguirus stumbled to her feet and ran out of Moriarty's bedroom. She opened the bathroom door and quickly grabbed a towel, pressing it to her wound. She ran the tap and stuck the towel under it quickly before cleaning around it. The wound was deep and about two inches long. Way bigger than it needed to be. Moriarty had been furious while digging for that chip.

Anguirus finished tapping out her message.

"I told you, I don't know. Do you have any fruit?"

John answered her question that Sherlock had voiced. While John was watching Anguirus slice into her lemon, Sherlock took out his phone and sent a hurried text.

John turned to look at Sherlock in confusion and a man came in with an insertion gun. Anguirus stuck out her arm and the man pulled the trigger, making her bite into the lemon from the pain.

The man exited as John turned back around to watch her finish her lemon.

"Sorry, I have to go."