CrayfordDresden- I do appreciate the helpful info, I really do. I try to store it away to use in future chapters. But I must say that as I am an American, and I am the one telling the story, I will tend to use American words for things. Now, when/if I have any of the English ( minus Laura due to her American upbringing ) characters using those phrases, then please bring that to my attention, as they would not be using such phrases and I would wish to correct them. But as the story teller, I will. Fortunately from what I can see of my stats, most of the ones reading my story are American, so fewer confusions. However, usually, when I say the Yard, I am referring to Scotland Yard. I apologize for not being clearer.

I am a story teller. That's what I love to do. I write out these chapters when I have a spare bit of time before work or after my son has gone to bed. I simply don't have time to check every phrase. But I do try to keep the Brits in this talking like Brits. I admit, I likely slip now and again. I actually do the reverse sometimes at work after a bit too much BBC watching, using words like cheers and ta, as well as regularly referring to the self check terminals as chip and pins. LOL But for the most part, I talk like an American, write like one, and will continue to do so as I don't wish to represent myself as anything other that exactly who I am. No offense intended.

Just one more clarification though. Laura wasn't let go. She escaped. :) I do so love my angst, but I have a definite distaste for things being dragged out. I don't have the patience for it. LOL. Too often it's used and I call it Suspense Overkill. Usually found in modern horror movies. That point in a movie or story where it goes on and on and on till you get to the point where you cease to care if the person dies or not just as long as SOMETHING happens. LOL

Ok guys, this is gonna get a bit dark again towards the end of this chapter. Just a helpful warning :) And mature content.

Chapter 25

John Watson was fidgeting in his chair. He truly wished there was something...anything he could do. He was used to running around, doing leg work, jotting down notes. Hell, even getting shot at would be a welcome relief. All he did was sit and watch Sherlock and Dr Stapleton do their work. He is a doctor. He wanted to help. But this genetic stuff was not is area. He decided to send off a text to Mycroft.

Any luck tracking down Moran?- JW

It took several long minutes for him to get a reply.

He was, of course, not at the address given by Miss Adler. Flying into New York tomorrow. Going to give the place a thorough look over. - MH

Should I go with you? I am going out of my mind sitting her with nothing to do. - JW

I think Sherlock would take issue with that. He needs you there, John. -MH

But I am doing nothing. Just sitting here. - JW

Then do some research. Bring him coffee. Make sure he eats, or gets a few bits of sleep. Make him take a break now and again, though. - MH

And how and I supposed to do that? He's been glued to computer screens and microscopes since we got in the lab. - JW

The same way Molly got him to. Remind him whats at stake if his health deteriorates. - MH

Molly said they need him to be his old self to solve this. He has to look at this as a consulting detective, not as a father. - JW

There was another long pause before John got a reply.

You honestly believe his being a father has left his mind? Sherlock works best under pressure. But he does forget he too is at stake. - MH

Yeah. I don't know what would happen to him if he were to lose Laura. -JW

Then lets assure we never find out. - MH

I'll try. But I don't see what I can do but be a go get this guy- JW

Are you not a doctor? - MH

Yes, but this is well out of my element- JW

So allow Sherlock and the Doctor to figure out the genetics, and you concentrate on the biology. Sometimes the best solution is found in the simplistic. - MH

John thought about this for a while. That made perfect sense. Moriarty would EXPECT Sherlock to go straight to the complicated things. Not the simplistic. John pulled out his notebook and started jotting things down to research. Everything from child physiology to physiology. There would also be clues still in the book. Luckily, he had remembered to pack that. He made a separate list of game changing differences, that could not have been part of Moriarty's original plan, as he wouldn't have known about them. Everything from Sherlock's marriage, to the sudden breaks in Laura's doses...to...

Suddenly, he picked up his phone again.

Swing by Scotland Yard before you go to New York- JW

For what? -MH

You will need to go through the other things. Perhaps even the car Miss Dettle tried to kill them in. Some things even the Holmes brothers can't find. But I know who can. - JW

Mycroft's lack of reply made John Chuckle. He'd meant no offense, but was pretty sure he had.

Mycroft...bring Gabriel with you. - JW

Precisely two minutes later, he got his reply.

I see why he keeps you around, Dr. Watson. - MH

mmmmmmmmmm

Mycroft immediately sent a text to Greg. Greg read it and smiled. He had grown quite attached to the pooch while having him around. But John's idea was brilliant. Gabriel was one smart dog. And it was clear he loved his Laura.

I need a favor. I want to take Gabriel to the hospital to see Laura. Need clearance. - DI Lestrade

You will have it. But why? - MH

First off, he keeps looking for her. Give the poor animal a little peace. Second, he needs to sense what's at stake as much as the rest of us. I was also thinking if he could get a sense of what was put into her, he might be able to find traces. I don't know if its been too long, but a dogs senses are far keener than a humans. - DI Lestrade

Only one problem. That dog doesn't like me. You will have to come with us - MH

mmmmmmmmmm

John sat at his laptop. His eyes were glazing over. Nothing seemed to fit. All he wanted was a piece to fit the puzzle. Even the edges.

Edges.

They came...first.

John opened a new window and pulled up his blog. Many details Sherlock had relayed to him were not in his blog. For confidential reasons of one sort or another.

Since Moriarty had Laura trying to solve her father's cases, maybe there could be some clues in some of the older ones. As he went through them, he started formulating questions.

Mycroft, got a strange question for you. - JW

Is there any other kind, lately? - MH

Something is not making sense. I thought there might be clues in Sherlock's cases, as Moriarty had Laura working them after the fact. But something has come to my attention. Miss Adler... why were the American's after her? - JW

I assume she had information on her phone regarding one of their leaders or prominent citizens. - MH

Have you're people gone through all the files? - JW

Yes. Gone through and cataloged. - MH

Have YOU? - JW

Of course not. Only things were brought to my attention that were relevant. There were hundreds of files.- MH

Relevent THEN...that you knew of. - JW

Meaning? - MH

Mycroft...at the Coventry plane...why was that American Sherlock hurt there? Was he with your people? - JW

No. He wasn't. He was with Miss Adler. -MH

And you never thought to wonder...why? - JW

My God...no. Was a little busy at the time - MH

Yes. Exactly. Distracted. Didn't Miss Adler say when she first came back she had information she was using for Moriarty? I believe now she was the one on the phone when we were all at that pool. This distraction was what saved us. It had to be about Laura. What if there was information on her phone? Miss Adler must think it was destroyed as being...as you said...irrelevant. - JW

Several long minutes followed before John got his last reply.

Thank you, John. Many events of the last few months have shown a discrepancy in the Holmes mind set. Caring...sentiment... perhaps this time WILL be our advantage. I will let you know what I find. - MH

mmmmmmmmmm

The salty musky taste of Sherlock's sweat intoxicated me as Iran her tongue along the length of his hardness. I reveled in the sound of his moan, though he tried to tamp it down. But my eyes couldn't take in the look on his face. Oh, how I would love to. I could see it mentally. How he would look. Pleasure of his body superseding the pain in his heart. The pleading look in his eyes. Eyes that were not on me. His eyes were the same place mine were.

On the naked woman beside the bed crying. Forced to watch.

Helpless.

Dominated.

"Watch her. Your silly little slip of a girl. Don't take your eyes off the other. I want her to see me make you come. Does it turn you on? "

"No." Molly choked out

"Oh, but it should. You love him. His pleasure should incite yours. That's the way it goes. Take care of that...or I will. " I said, looking down.

Molly was fully sobbing now as she reached down to touch herself. I couldn't help looking up then, to see the great detective's expression. I hoped to find a glimmer of heat in his now almost black eyes. A previously hidden side to him, perhaps.

Fury came over me then. I didn't see desire. I saw...tears. Tears were free flowing down the previously cold man's cheeks. His chest heaving between his heaving breathes and wracking emotion.

No matter. Right now, the pleasure was what mattered.

And pleasure and pain are her bread and butter. But this was about domination. And she was getting a crick in her neck that wasn't at all pleasurable.

"I think I am going about this the wrong way. Yes. That's it. " I said as I slid up his narrow from to plop down beside him " I need preparation, my dear. Come on now. Give a girl a good lick. See if your tongue is as talented as she says. "

Sherlock closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. But went to the position I instructed. I put him at an angle where he would not be able to see Molly, but Molly could see what he did. With a wanton grin, I yank at his curls to pull him close.

At the first stroke of his tongue, I knew then, the little bitch was right. His skill was unsurpassed. I was propped up on my elbows so I could watch and make sure the pathologist was still also following instructions. I could feel Sherlock coaxing my release quickly. Just as that thought ended, my whole body tensed up.

"Fingers, Sherlock! Give them to me. "

Sherlock, clever sod that he was knew exactly what I was wanting. He slipped two digits inside and worked at the right spot. Within seconds, I believe for a moment, I lost my mind. Unable to remember my own name as he made me come vaginally and clitorally simultaneously.

When my mind focused again, I saw Molly had stopped her minstrations on herself.

"I didn't say stop, now did I? " I said, and the girl slowly stroked herself again.

"Come on now. You have probably done this hundreds of times before Sherlock gave in to you. Thinking of him. Haven't you? "

Would that mousy thing ever stop crying?

"DIDN'T YOU? "

"Y..yes. "

"Yes...what? "

"Yes...madam."

"Good. Now, what was it that you told me you would let me watch? Ah, yes... "

I move Sherlock around so he was behind me.

"Take me now. I want to see her face. " I purred rubbing my back end up against Sherlock's erection.

It took him several excruciating moments, but he easy slipped himself inside me with a grunt. He slowly made strokes and I oh so wish at that moment I had picked a room with mirrors so I could see his face too. Not that I really needed to. I could feel his hot tears fall on my back.

Damn him

But then, this wasn't just about wanting him anymore. Getting the unattainable Mr. Holmes inside me. This...was revenge.

" I told you you must please me or your little one will die. "

"What..." Sherlock choked out " Do you want."

"You know. FUCK...ME. "

Sherlock sped up his his thrusts.

"Harder, damn you! You too you little bitch. Faster for you! " Molly sped up her strokes on herself.

Sherlock gave an angry growl at my words to Molly. But no matter. He did as he was bade, and within minutes, my fingers were grasping the edge of the bed as another climax shot through me. I felt Sherlock swelling up, knowing he was close. So was Molly.

Suddenly, I moved, pulling Sherlock out of me. I pushed him closer to the edge of the bed and gripped his cock.

"I ...have no desire to make Laura a sibling. " I said as I started to stroke him quickly. He and Molly came at the same time, the angle I had him in releasing his hot white seed landing on Molly's tensed thigh.

Yes... that's the way it will go... Irene thought to herself. She had a plan. Surely Sherlock would take down the network before she would be allowed to leave the safe confounds of her current prison of sorts. But he wouldn't do anything about it until he knew Laura would be safe. And with the network gone, she would be safe. But she would have had Sherlock, and her revenge in exchange for what she knew. No way she would give up that information. It was her life. And if Mycroft hadn't found out by now, he never would...would he?

"And I...won't be giving the game away till I get what I want. " Irene said to herself in a sing song voice, tapping her fingernails on the very arm rest she had been gripping moments earlier during her fantasy.

" I always get what I want. "