Chapter 6

To say that Sherlock was pissed when he saw her, would have been an understatement. To the outside it seemed like he showed a bit of genuine surprise at seeing her again, but she knew him better now and could see his rage. The blood on his nose didn´t make the situation better either and Sally had to push away the thoughts that she had been the one to do this.

Had he really expected her to simply go and take the others to the safe house? She doubted it. He of all people should know that she wouldn´t let go as long as there was a friend in danger. Just like John, of whom she hoped was being contained by Mycroft and Anthea right now.

„Oh missed me already, Donovan?" Sherlock teased and Sally just huffed.

„No, never would miss you. Just my phone." She pretended to look around but couldn´t help but see Sherlock`s eyes narrowing. Nope, he definitely wasn´t pleased. There would be hell to pay later on.

And not just from him. Probably from Mycroft as well, as the brother had grown quite fond of her. She wasn´t just an idiot of the Yarders anymore, as Sherlock would say. She was a friend. And even more in Mycroft´s case.

Norman seemed to be watching for a second before turning to the guards who were there for Sherlock. „I think you can take him out of here. We can look for the phone in peace without his steady comments." The men immediately moved to get Sherlock, and Norman beamed. „There´s a cell with his name on it downstairs anyway- so off with him."

As all four of them went for Sherlock, Sally realized she soon would have the pleasure of being alone with Moran, if she didn´t do anything. Not that having Sherlock in an underground cell of the secret service was a better thing, she chided herself. To imagine what Moran could do him there with the blessing of the MI6, believing he was a murderer...

She shuddered.

Looking at Sherlock who was trying to do his best to shake off the men,but not with much success as four were just too much, and then at Norman alias Moran, she decided it was now or never. With a calm she didn´t think she´d possess, she walked over to Norman and came to stand directly in front of him.

„You know what? I think we shall quit playing games, shall we? What do you think Mr. Moran?"

The surprise which Sally saw on the man´s face then was genuine, even if it lasted only for a second.

„I don´t know what you are talking about."

Sally sighed.

„Sebastian Moran, 36 years old, follower of Jim Moriarty, the idiot who blew his brains out not too long ago. Did you really think you could fool me? Or anyone here for that matter?"

The men and Sherlock had stopped. Well, Sherlock was still struggling but the guards weren´t trying to remove him from the room any longer. They were all too transfixed by Sally´s admission. Everyone knew Jim Moriarty in this building and what he had done.

If this really was his right hand and this woman was right? Sally nearly laughed herself when she noticed the indecision in their faces.

Gripping the epipen in her pocket tightly she waited for Moran to attack or do anything. So far he was just staring at her, definitely not amused.

She also choose to ignore Sherlock`s warning „Sally!" which the consulting detective shouted. Yes, he did not like her baiting Moran like that, she could tell.

Well time for round two.

„See, it´s just that you are not even half as good as your former boss and he already was an idiot."

That did it. „Shut up. You have no right talking about him like that, you bitch. You are just sheep anyway, just like everyone else associated with him." Sebastian Moran actually spat looking at Sherlock and Sally was astonished how much the man´s demeanour had changed in a few seconds. While being Norman he seemed sneaky, yet still rather soft spoken, but in his true self his voice was much deeper, more outright cruel and cutting like the blade of a knife.

And he laughed like an outright maniac.

„It´s rather sad really. You´ll all suffer the same fate. The freak´ll destroy you one by one and sacrifice you in the blink of an eye." he stated before dissolving into more giggles , before he came even closer to her, so that his face was only centimeters away from Sally´s. „And to think that Jim and I thought about asking you to join us. Sally, I´m so dissapointed. You´re just a brainless idiot like everyone else. But that should have been no surprise really."

Inwardly Sally shuddered. Joining these monsters? Even back when she had hated Sherlock, she had never really wanted to harm him. Well at least not permanently, because sometimes she had literally wished to be able to kick his ass.

Merely there was no time to for this now, especially since said monster came even closer to her. Behind she heard Sherlock going nuts. „Let me go!" he was screaming at the men, but Sally already launched herself at Moran, epipen ready.

Only of course Moran had already anticiapted her move. Instead of complying and letting himself be knocked out with the epipen, he turned far too quickly for Sally´s liking and caught her by her throat, nearly choking her, before she could even get the epipen out of its hiding place. Therefore it fell back into her pocket while Sally tried to counter Moran immediately, kicking him in his shin, stomping on his foot and trying to get her elbows into his ribs, but it did nothing. She was secure in his choke hold, even close to being not able to move much, as he was about 15 centimeters bigger than her and much stronger.

She felt like a bug, which was lying on its back, legs desperately searching for leverage as it was close to being eaten and tried to mobilise all she had with the slowly dwindling air.

Moran though, didn´t seem to be bothered at all.

Until there was a well known "click" from behind them, followed by a well known voice.

"I wouldn´t do that if, I were you."

Sally actually laughed, but it probably sounded more like a dying caterpillar.

John.