Anguirus had barely moved for a week. She had only left her bed to eat or use the restroom. The pain in her arm had long subsided, but the pain in her mind had been present. Anguirus was sure that it had never left. Her mind's pain had been cultivating ever since she was a young girl. Ever since she found her parents dead. It gotten worse and worse over the years and finally decided to make itself known through daily panic attacks. That week, though. That whole week not an ounce of panic had settled in her chest. She was thinking. She was praying. But to whom? Was there anyone to hear her? Was there anyone to save her?

Anguirus tossed that thought aside. She had to save herself, just like she had always done and always will do. She'll get through this like she had gotten out of Russia. Determination and cleverness. No one came to save her then. Anguirus knew what she had to do to get out and she will do it strategically and precisely. When Anguirus gets out of this, her and Charlene were going to go somewhere safe. Somewhere where there will be no danger. Where they can live normal lives like normal people. Anguirus was in combat mode.

Anguirus' door creaked open and she refused to move a muscle. Her bed dipped as he laid down beside her. His arm went around her waist. She still didn't move.

"I'm sorry... about your arm." He said carelessly, rubbing circles on her hip bone with his thumb, "I just don't want you to go. Not yet." His voice was oddly serious. Anguirus wondered if he was playing a trick.

"It's just... you screamed. If you can't speak, how can you scream?"

Anguirus turned in his arms to face him and she placed her lips on Moriarty's. She moved her mouth slowly and sentimentally, pouring emotion into it. Moriarty didn't move for a while and as soon as he started to kiss back, Anguirus released him and turned back around, her back facing him as she continued to stare at the windowless wall. Moriarty's eyes peered at the back of her head for several minutes before he removed himself from the bed and closed Anguirus' door behind him. Anguirus closed her eyes. It was almost over.

Later that day, Anguirus' stomach was singing to the nines. Meaning it was growling really fucking loud.

She got up and walked towards the kitchen. Jim Moriarty was sitting in his usual spot on the couch drinking that mysterious alcohol and Sherlock was talking to John excitedly on the television. Anguirus listened in as she grabbed an apple and a lime.

"Don't you see, John? We can convince Moriarty to release Z in trade for this!" Sherlock waved around a manilla folder.

"No, Sherlock. I don't see how giving out vital information about Z could ever actually help her. I mean, You said yourself that if it ever gets leaked that she would be dead within a few months!"

Anguirus' blood ran cold as she paused her slicing of the lime. Slowly lifting her head, her eyes clicked with Moriarty's own. He was staring at her with hidden excitement. Her heart dropped to her stomach. Moriarty dug his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, clicking over the screen. A few seconds later, Sherlock's phone went off through the television speakers. John picked up the phone because it was closest to him and opened the text. His pixelated face dropped and he breathed in sharply before reading:

"Daddy wants to talk... XOXO. JM."

Moriarty clicked off the television and hopped up.

"Get ready, Anguirus! We're leaving now!" He walked quickly over to her and grabbed her face, kissing her deeply for a few seconds before letting her go.

"Oh, man. It's Christmas!" He hollered, spreading his arms out with a devilish grin.

The ride to the pool was a rather giddy one on Moriarty's part. For almost a month, nothing had come to light about Anguirus' past. If Sherlock really had what he said, then he will own Anguirus. Moriarty had tried to not let it overcome his brain. He really did. But the woman was like a drug. Moriarty had always loved puzzles and Anguirus was the biggest puzzle he had ever encountered. He will keep her around until she dies.

They arrived at the pool before Sherlock so the gunmen could get into position. Moriarty took out his phone and tapped the screen a few times, probably telling Sherlock where they were. Anguirus went over to the far wall and leaned on it, sliding down until she was sitting. Moriarty watched her as he slipped some gum into his mouth before facing forward again. Ten minutes passed and the click of a door was heard along with a couple of pairs of footsteps. Anguirus quickly stood up and walked closer to Moriarty, stopping only a few steps behind him. Sherlock and John entered slowly and stopped as soon as they saw Moriarty and Anguirus. Sherlock stared hard at Moriarty before glancing at Anguirus. She nodded at him in greeting.

"We both know why you're here, Sherlock. Why don't you just hand it over?" Moriarty took slow steps toward the duo.

"How about a trade? Anguirus for this." Sherlock pulled the file out and waved it around.

Moriarty bowed his head and started chuckling. "How about- no."

Red dots floated over Sherlock's and John's faces. Anguirus took a few steps forward, but Moriarty grabbed her arm.

"Whoa, there, princess. You wouldn't want to get shot, would you?" He pulled her back and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Moriarty, let her go!" John shouted.

Sherlock quickly held out the file over the water in the pool. The air became tense as everyone stared at the folder in Sherlock's hand.

"Let her go or the file gets ruined."

Moriarty had a calm murderous look on his face, "Drop it and die, Sherlock."

"It's so strange how you would kill me over a few words on some paper." Sherlock narrowed his eyes, letting the words sink into Moriarty's brain.

Blood was rushing through Anguirus' veins and pulsating in her ears. She couldn't take her eyes off that folder. How did he get it? Where did he get it? Who gave it to him?

"Come on, Sherlock, hand it over before she passes out." Moriarty rolled his eyes and held out the hand that wasn't clutched to Anguirus' waist.

A few seconds passed before Sherlock answered, "Fine."

"Sherlock!" John hissed.

"Shut up, John."

Sherlock slowly walked forward as the beams from the snipers followed his figure. Sherlock stopped when he was within reaching distance of Moriarty. He slowly stuck out the folder and briefly looked at Anguirus. Her face was that of desperation. She resembled a wild animal trapped in corner. Sherlock stopped his motion. What do animals do when they're scared?

They attack.

Sherlock saw it a second before it happened. Anguirus pulled back her elbow quickly at an upward angle and elbowed Moriarty in his nose.

"Run!" Sherlock shouted.

John, Sherlock, and Anguirus all sprinted forward through the door that the men had entered as bullets were whizzing passed their bodies. They ran out onto the streets of London.

"This way!"

Sherlock ran towards an alleyway with John and Anguirus following. They ran for about five minutes before Sherlock stopped, breathing heavily.

"Z, it's fake." He opened the folder and a bunch of blank paper fell out.

"What? I didn't know it was fake!" John huffed.

"I didn't want to risk it. Here are the things you asked of Mycroft." Sherlock pulled out some clear tape and glue from the inner pocket of his pea coat. Anguirus grabbed the items and tucked them inside her boots, feeling very, very much relieved.

"Now go. Let yourself be caught. Find out as much of Moriarty's web that you can. Be careful."

Sherlock tugged John's arm and they sprinted off again.

Anguirus stood there with dread in her stomach, waiting for Moriarty's men. She could run. She could get away. But she made a promise to Sherlock. This is the plan.

A couple minutes later, a parade of footsteps came barreling towards her and she continued staring off into the distance. Her arms roughly grabbed by two men and Moran walked around to the front of her. He stared hard at her before punching her in the face. Anguirus crumpled over and spit the blood out of her mouth. Moran looked down at the blank papers and the folder that was scattered on the damp ground.

"Shit!" He looked around for any sign of Sherlock and John before bending down and collecting the fake file. Anguirus was escorted back to the pool after the two men who had a hold of her arms zip tied her hands together behind her back. Moran was walking ahead of the group. It was like he was awaiting a pat on the head like a good dog. They stopped in front of a bloody-nosed Moriarty who was clutching a handkerchief that was equally as bloody.

"Boss."

"What?" Moriarty bitterly stated as he tried to wipe away the blood spots on his suit.

Moran held the folder in Moriarty's line of sight. He slowly looked up before snatching the file out of Moran's hands and opening it. Anger poured into his eyes as he shuffled through the blank pages. Moriarty looked up from the folder and directly at Anguirus. Dropping the folder, he stepped over the falling pages and walked quickly of to the girl, gripping her chin and taking in her split lip and her black eye.

"Who. Hit. You."

Anguirus stared at Moriarty with dead eyes.

"WHO HIT YOU?!" He yelled.

One of the men holding Anguirus' arms coughed, "Moran did, sir."

Moriarty let go of Anguirus' face roughly and turned abruptly, punching Moran in the face. It was surprising the amount of strength that he possessed as Anguirus watched Moran fall to the ground. Moriarty turned around again and pulled out a gun, shooting the man who stated Moran's name in the forehead. Blood splattered across Anguirus' face and she didn't even flinch. She didn't even look away from Moriarty's crazed eyes. He didn't look away from her's either for a long time as complete silence fell. She was a bit confused. Sherlock said that Moriarty never killed anyone himself.

He's going crazy.

"I don't like tattle tales. Clean this up."

Moriarty walked over to Anguirus and grabbed her arm, dragging her away from the crime scene and out of the building all together. Anguirus pulled back, making him stop.

"What?" He said irritably.

Anguirus looked pointedly at his hand that was gripping tightly to her arm while pulling back a bit. Moriarty stared at her blood-covered face before letting go. Anguirus bent down and slid her tied hands over her behind and down to the crook in her knees. She fell onto her back and pulled her legs up to her chest to get her hands in front of her. Standing up, Anguirus pulled the zip tie as tight as it could go with her teeth and thrust her elbows back. Her hips separated her wrists and caused the zip tie to break.

"Well, that was amusing." Moriarty grabbed her hand and headed towards the taxi. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next couple of days involved Anguirus watching television and Moriarty constantly working on something or another. This particular day, Anguirus was determined to get to work and to finish this thing quickly. She got up from the couch and headed towards Moriarty's room. The madman himself was away. Anguirus guessed that he might think that she was traumatized by that gunman's death when, on the contrary, she didn't care one bit. She has seen plenty of death in her life that it was almost a normal thing to see a man's brains blown out the back of his head.

Anguirus entered the underground facility and walked over to the door that had shelves filled with things. She opened the door and closed it quickly after entering. Anguirus wasn't going to turn on the light for fear of someone coming to investigate. Her eyes worked pretty well in the dark, thanks to all the night missions she was put on. She dug around in all the boxes and things and found that most of them were filled with stacks of money and had some valuable jewelry in it. Anguirus took a couple of stacks of money and put them in the waist of the pants she was wearing. She exited that room and went next door into the lab. Looking around, Anguirus spied materials that would make bombs. That wasn't at all safe to do right under your home. There was a file cabinet in the corner and Anguirus opened it. Each tab had a country's name on it. Pulling out China's file, she glanced over the words. It had every type of warfare that they were known to have or suspicious of having. Some of them weren't condoned and would cause another war.

Anguirus figured that every file had that type of thing in it.

Anguirus put it up and went over to the shelves in the corner. There were a box of syringes that were still in their clinical wrappers. She picked up a couple of those and put them in her pockets. Anguirus looked at the rows of labeled bottles and picked up a couple of 'general anesthesia'. She pulled the bottles forward so it would look like it hadn't been touched before leaving the room.

"What are you doing?"

Anguirus turned around and looked at Moran, his black eye very prominent. She started signing a bunch of things and he rolled his eyes.

"Listen, I get that you're Moriarty's little 'pet', but that doesn't mean you can poke your nose around in everything. Get out of here."

Anguirus held up her hands and turned around, heading towards the latter.

"Wait!"

Anguirus turned around looked at Moran impatiently.

"Have you gained weight?"

Anguirus' jaw dropped in fake disbelief. She flipped him off before climbing up the latter and exiting Moriarty's closet.

"What are you doing?"

Anguirus looked at the relaxed Moriarty with an uncaring face before walking out of his room and into her own. She quickly got onto her knees and took the money out of her pants, shoving it behind the headboard. She put the bottles and syringes inside her pillow case. There weren't many hiding places in her room, but she was sure that it was alright. Anguirus stood up and exited her room and ran into the chest of Moriarty. She didn't back away and looked up at him. He was chewing gum and had a very strange look in his eyes.

"I got you a present."

Anguirus continued to stare at him with a blank face like she always had.

"You'll get to see it tomorrow."

Moriarty reached past her and shut her bedroom door, forcing her to be trapped between Moriarty and the door. He slid a hand behind her neck and the other lowly around her waist. His hand twisted itself into her hair as he grazed his nose against her jaw and neck. Moriarty breathed in before leaving light kisses on her shoulder and neck. He stopped his lips underneath her ear for a moment, as if testing something. Moriarty opened his mouth gently and started sucking on the spot. Anguirus gasped quietly and raised her arms around his middle, gripping onto his shirt. Moriarty seemed to enjoy her reaction as he licked and bit the spot roughly. Anguirus moaned and closed her eyes. Moriarty's body went rigid and he pulled away from her quickly, walking abruptly into his room.

Anguirus controlled her breathing as she stared at his room door.

There was that arousal again. It was a pest.

Anguirus wiped the spit off her neck and walked back into her room.