"I've missed our little games Sherlock."
"It's been you all along. What do you want after all this time?" Sherlock called out to Moriarty.
"Don't deny it Sherlock. You've missed me haven't you. Not even the tiniest little bit?" Jim teased Sherlock. "I bet you have Rosie."
"She doesn't know you." John jumped in defending Sherlock.
"Oh, yes she does. It's me Rosie. The man your mum was introducing you to on them recordings. Uncle Jim" Moriarty sung his name I the way that he usually does.
"I know his voice, dad. He's a bad man, he made my do things she didn't want to" Rosie whispered just enough for only Sherlock and John to hear.
"Come on Rosie, you must remember me. Uncle Jim."
"Yeah I do. You made my do things that she should never have done." Rosie shouted through her tears.
"Wrong." Moriarty shouted angrily at her. "My sweet, I never made her do them things. She chose to do them herself and she came to me when she wanted to do even worse and she needed my help." His voice then turned into a sinister story teller. "Then she hurt Uncle Jim's feelings and didn't repay what she took. She stole from me and hurt my feelings. No one steals from me and I made sure that she paid for what she did."
"You killed her didn't you." Rosie shouted. Moriarty chuckled. "Didn't you."
"My dear. I never killed her nor have I killed any of those people you've been looking at recently."
"What do you mean? Sherlock?" John asked confused whilst Sherlock just looked at him puzzled. John was still comforting Rosie how knew none of this would be doing her mental state any good.
"What I mean is that… I didn't do it." Moriarty snarled. "She never loved you Rosie. She preferred the drugs over you. She worked for me so she could fund her habit. The worse the crime the more I paid her. But then one day she was craving it so bad I just paid her but then she didn't repay this loan, I had to do something about it."
"Your lying." Rosie screamed.
"I love you, Rosie." Another recording of her mother. Sherlock couldn't see Moriarty dancing in the shadows.
"Stop it. Stop it now. You've had your fun." Sherlock called out.
"Why stop when I'm ahead. I'm enjoying this far too much." Moriarty sung.
"So, you just killed those people to taunt at Rosie. Just to wind her up. Been lied to for years."
"I'm a professional. I never killed those people. Get them."
The spotlight went out and a door slammed. Sherlock began to run up the stairs leaving John and Rosie. Gunshots began to sound and John threw Rosie down to the floor. They were suddenly being surrounded by masked men. John stood up but was tackled back down to the floor.
"John!" Rosie screamed as she sat up. She saw a gap and made a run for it. All she had to do was reach one of Mycroft's cars and then she would have been safe.
Rosie was then grabbed from behind. She aimed her gun behind for the man's legs. She pulled the trigger and the man screamed in pain and let Rosie go.
"Bitch just shot my foot. Someone get after her." A gruff pained voice shouted out.
John sat up disorientated with his vision. He sat up looking around for Rosie but he couldn't see her. He felt on the floor for his gun. He heard that Rosie had shot someone and her felt pride for the teenager. Despite everything that had gone on tonight she had still managed to shoot someone behind her in the foot without really being able to see.
"Jo-"Rosie started before being grabbed again and having a piece of rope shoved in her mouth and she felt her hands and legs suddenly being tied up.
John saw Rosie being dragged away by a man who was at least six-foot, five and muscular dragging Rosie away. He wouldn't be able to do anything, John aimed his gun as he realised that this would be the only way to take him down. Before he could get a shot on the man, John was once again being tackled to the floor. They must of hid in the shadows waiting to attack, a fatal mistake for the trio. Moriarty had the upper hand. John stood up.
"Rosie!" It was useless and John it. The man who had tackled John the second time went to punch him but go got in first and broke the henchman's nose. As the henchman grabbed at his nose, John swung his leg around and kicked the back of the man's legs and he fell to the floor. The man attempted to grab onto John but John grabbed at the pressure points at the back of the necks and shoulder. John knew that if he squeezed hard enough the man would pass out – which he eventually did. John bound the man's limbs with some rope the man must have dropped.
John ran outside desperately trying to find Rosie but it was too late. Hopefully Mycroft's cars and or cameras would have picked up something. He reached outside but he found Mycroft's people sat there as if nothing had happened. He searched the area but nothing no trace of anyone. There was no side exit the only way out was the front and Mycroft's people would have seen Rosie being dragged away. He heard footsteps running towards him. John drew his gun and aimed.
"It's me. Moriarty got away. Where's Rosie?" Sherlock said trying to catch his breath.
"I don't know we were attacked. I was tackled and bashed my heard by the time I came to and got up to stop the guy I was tackled again and having to him from killing me. I came out here and couldn't see anything. She shot a guy in the foot though. I'm sorry Sherlock, I tried I really did but it was too late."
"There was nothing you could do." Sherlock muttered. "Hopefully, Mycroft got something."
"I wouldn't get your hopes up they were just sat there as if nothing happened." John said solemnly.
"Come on. Let's get in a car before anything happens." They set off towards the cars and climbed in. "Call Mycroft. Tell him it didn't go to plan, Rosie's been taken. We need to here for Lestrade."
"Of course, sir."
"You didn't do see anything, did you?" Sherlock asked.
"Nope. We saw nothing. Sorry sir." The driver responded confused.
The driver put Mycroft on speaker. "John, you speak to him. I need to phone Lestrade." Sherlock got out and leaned against the car.
"John. What happened? We had blackouts on the cameras and we don't understand why the happened. Are you all ok?" Mycroft asked.
"Moriarty. He was waiting for us there was nothing we could do. Rosie got taken and your guys saw nothing. This was well planned. Lestrade is on his way with a team. We're going to need you to."
"Dammit. I'm on my way. I'll be there in ten minutes. Stay put in the cars, we can't risk anything else happening." Mycroft hung up just as Sherlock climbed back in the car. "Your brothers pissed off. The cameras cut out and he doesn't know how it happened. How did they get away Sherlock? In the shadows around the side so no-one saw."
"No. It's all river. River...John the river."
"That doesn't seem like Moriarty not dramatic enough." John said.
"It avoids being seen though." Silence followed. "I let this happen, she going to get hurt now because of me. I should have left her at home with Mrs Hudson. I should have just been me and you."
"There was nothing you could have done Sherlock. You couldn't have predicted what the man had planned. We will do whatever we can to find here. It's not going to be just us to Lestrade will bring half of Scotland Yard. Mycroft, well Mycroft is the government so we all know what he can do."
They looked out and they could see blue lights coming towards them. They police were being closely followed by Mycroft and his people. Lestrade got out with Donovan and Anderson (Sherlock let out an almighty sigh). Mycroft also got out of one of his cars and both men walked over to Sherlock.
"Look what you've caused now freak." Donovan shouted at Sherlock.
"Piss off." Sherlock retorted.
"Sherlock I have my best people out looking." Mycroft told his younger brother.
"It's not enough." Sherlock snapped. "She's going to be emotionally hurt. God knows what Moriarty is doing to her. It probably far worse than what he did to her just now. She'll probably get hurt or worse killed. It's all my fault I should never have brought her. I didn't think this through enough. I caused this."
Everyone stood in silence.
"The freak does have emotions." Anderson joked.
Sherlock went to go for Anderson. Both Lestrade and John had to stop Sherlock from hitting Anderson.
"Listen, Sherlock. Your no use to Rosie like this." John whispered into his ear and Sherlock knew that he was right. He relaxed and John and Lestrade let him go.
"Fine, I'll tell you what happened." Sherlock said annoyed. "Make notes, if any of you are capable of that, because I doubt you have the mental capacity to process your own names let alone what I'm about to tell you."