A/N: Hello Lovely readers - So I've decided to have a proper update schedule, so I will update every two weeks at the weekend, most likely on Sundays. Hopefully this way you will get consistent updates andI'll remember what I've posted and it gives me some time to get ahed with future plans. There is so much that is going to happen!

A mild warning, this chapter is quite dark. If this upsets anyone I apologise.

There is also a lot of POV swapping, I hope it isn't too confusing.

No copyright intended. Angie belongs to naturerocs and I own Percy.

Chapter 48 - Mistaken Identity

Percy's POV

Angie left the house just after lunch. We'd been for another appointment with the Doctor; luckily there was nothing but good news. The baby was healthy and so was Angie. I felt a pang of nostalgia looking at the scan, but quickly pushed it aside and focused on Angie. I cleared up the lunch stuff and settled myself into the library and got stuck into 'Pride and Prejudice and Zombies' by Jane Austin and Seth Grahame-Smith.

I was half way through my book when my phone rang.

Angie came out of Percy's house and started to head home, when a black car pulled up ahead of her and a man stepped out, smirking at her.

"You're coming with us, Miss Holmes. Don't make a scene, just get in the car."

Angie looked at him and crossed her arms, hoping this wasn't another criminal hell-bent on getting revenge on Sherlock.

"And just why should I do that?" She asked.

"Otherwise your brother dies." He smirked.

"Where is he?" She asked quickly, her face falling as she stared at him.

"We're watching him." The man answered darkly.

She glared at him, clenched her jaw and reluctantly got into the car. She could have fought him off, but she didn't know exactly what his threat towards John entailed. Better safe than sorry, Angie would do anything to keep John safe. The man smirked more as he got in and they drove off.

"We expected more fight from you, we've heard of your...feisty reputation...perhaps you're brighter than they give you credit for." The man sneered. Angie narrowed her eyes at him. "Didn't think anyone paid any attention to me." She sniped sarcastically.

"You'd be surprised, you're more popular than you realize, especially as you're so pretty, at least those rumors can be believed." The man smiled.

"Oh, god, it's always about the looks, isn't it? That's the most important thing." Angie sighed whilst rolling her eyes. He looked at her and smirked.

"We know all about what you can do with your looks." He reached his hand over onto her thigh and squeezed it tauntingly. Angie smacked his hand away and glared at him.

"Try something like that again, you'll find out what I can do with my fists." She threatened.

The man just laughed.

"I love it when you gals fight back. Don't you love a fighter, Chuck?" He asked crudely, still chuckling. The man in the front of the car, driving, smirked and nodded, glancing back at me, and adjusted the mirror, Angie suspected to direct it towards her. She rolled her eyes again.

"If you're done playing around, who are you, and what do you want? You're obviously American, going by your accent and stupidity." She flashed a fake smile. The first man frowned.

"Careful now Missy...don't want to go upsetting the wrong people, all it takes is a phone call and he's dead." He threatened. Angie glared at him, worrying about John again, as they pulled up to a warehouse, typical, and he dragged her inside. The other man pulled up a chair, which the first man pushed her into; he tied her hands behind her back with cable ties. Angie glared at the two men.

"Seriously, though, what do you want?" She asked defiantly. The first man smiled as he stood in front of her.

"Let's see what you've got in you. How desperate are you to save your brother? He's been causing all sorts of trouble. Messing with the wrong sorts of people." The first man sneered.

Angie frowned, getting more confused, who had John 'messed with'?

"Depends what you want." Angie said casually.

"You'll do for some fun, but money, power, a guarantee." The first man grinned. Angie stared at him, even more confused.

"I haven't got that much money, neither does my family, I don't have any power, and what guarantee?" She asked. Hoping for as many answers as possible.

"Don't be coy, we know the Holmes Family has money and influence, we want some of it and perhaps we'll let your brother live. Cooperate fully and you can have him back." The man threatened. Angie kept staring at him. Holmes family?! She finally realised what he meant.

"Wait, which brother?" Angie asked, playing for time.

"The detective." The man answered with a snarl.

"Sherlock? You mean Sherlock? You're not talking about John? You think I'm Percy?!" Angie asked incredulously. The man frowned at Angie's words.

"Who else would you be? We've been watching you, we took you from right outside your home."

"More like my home away from home. I might spend a lot of time there, but I don't live there. I'm not Persephone Moriarty." Angie said quickly. The straightened up, looking a little nervous. Hearing Moriarty's name changed the situation. He began to panic.

"Who said anything about Moriarty? We have no trouble with him." The man defended.

"How thick are you? Persephone Holmes, sister of Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes, is married to Jim Moriarty. THE Jim Moriarty." Angie said as though she were talking to someone particularly stupid, even throwing in an eye-roll for good measure.

"What?! Who are you then?" The man frowned again.

"Angie Watson. Sherlock's partner." She sighed. The man's face brightened up again, and he chuckled darkly.

"Even better, hey Chuck, I think we lucked out. Got Holmes' little woman. She'll fetch a pretty price." Angie frowned, starting to get nervous, she had a bad feeling she shouldn't have said that.

"We're not together right now, he left." Angie started.

"Makes no difference to me. Look at you; you'd be a nice little earner. I know many a state official who likes an English girl." The man leered. Angie's eyes widened with fear.

"Excuse me?! You're not selling me!" Angie shouted.

"I can if you don't get me what I want." The man said casually.

"Which is what, exactly?! My family isn't like the Holmes' family we're not wealthy! We come from a tiny little village in Wales, no power or influence!" Angie cried out. She hoped anything might trigger some sympathy towards her.

"You have connections. You can get what we need, you know his sister." The man stated. Angie just glared at the man.

"Why should I?" She asked defiantly. She wouldn't put Percy in danger like that. The man bent down and reached a hand into her coat pocket, while his other hand wandered, and lowered his voice.

"Perhaps it's time for you to beg for your life and that of your lover." He whispered darkly. His hot breathe on her neck making Angie's skin crawl. She tried to jerk away, even though it was pointless.

"You can't do anything to me, then you definitely wouldn't get anything. And Sherlock's already died once, so..." Protested Angie. He smiled as he stood back up.

"You'd be surprised what I can get. Now why don't we phone his dear little sister, she has some sway I'm sure." He looked at Angie's phone and started going through the contacts. "I want you to tell her we want £5 million delivered by 6pm in cash or we'll kill you." He dialed her number and put it on speaker.

Percy didn't take long to answer; Angie had hoped maybe she wouldn't answer.

"Hello?" Answered Percy. Angie didn't say anything, but the man kicked her.

"Angie?" Percy's voice came over again, a little concerned. Angie glared at the man and figured she might as well do as he said. Percy was smart; she could get me out of this.

"Uh, Percy... I'm, uh...in a bit of trouble...you...they say you have to deliver £5 million by 6pm or they...they'll, uh...kill me." She glared at the man again. "I don't know where you need to deliver it." Percy was silent for a second, processing the information given to her.

"Um…okay. Hello, I assume I'm also talking to whoever is stupid enough to kidnap you. This is a very dull plan, but oh well. You only want £5 million, fine, done. Can I have an address, don't worry, I'll come alone, I know the drill. Oh and Ang, stay calm. I'll see you very soon." Percy replied calmly, almost cheerfully. To her this was a normal, everyday situation. No one was going to hurt Angie on her watch, especially if the baby could be in danger. Percy called Jim and got put her plan into action.

"Deliver the money to warehouse 11 in Addlestone. Of course, I hope you're prompt, I do hate to be kept waiting." The man smirked. With that, he hung up and threw the phone on the ground next to Angie. The phone smashed, great, just what I need another broken phone thought Angie.

"She doesn't sound all that bothered about you. Shame she'll be joining you. The money is only the start." The man jeered. Angie stared at him in shock, but it quickly turned to anger.

"Of course. What else should I have expected from a couple of American boneheads like you?" Mocked Angie angrily. He frowned and tightened his jaw and stepped back.

"Chuck, teach her some manners." The first man ordered.

'Chuck' walked over, smiling, and took out a long knife. Angie managed to keep from flinching just at the sight of it. He stuck the tip of the knife into her right arm and slowly moved it down, making a deep, three-inch cut. She clenched her jaw, practically biting her tongue to keep from screaming in pain. There was no way she was going to let these morons see her in pain. The first man smiled.

"Don't hold back, Chuck loves it when they scream..." He hissed.

"Too bad." Angie glared.

"You heard the lady, better try harder Chuck, we would hate to disappoint." Shrugged the first man. 'Chuck' slowly moved his knife, as if deciding where to cut her next. He paused over her stomach and moved it closer. Angie's eyes widened and she started panicking. "No! No, please, not there!" she cried out. She couldn't let anything happen to the baby, she couldn't lose another one. The first man smirked, practically laughing.

"Oh look, she's scared...Why shouldn't I let Chuck gut you?" He asked menacingly. Angie stared at him, feeling it was dangerous to tell him this, but what else was she going to say? "Uh...because I'm pregnant. It's one thing to hurt me, but not an unborn child, please." She practically begged, hoping that the man had one tiny shred of decency in him. He looked at her for a second, still smirking.

"What do you think, Chuck? I reckon she's lying, let's see if she screams..." The man ordered. 'Chuck' moved the knife closer again, pushing it harder, but not breaking the skin.

Angie struggled against the cable ties, panicking.

"No! Please, no! See, there, I'm screaming! Please!" She felt my eyes welling up with tears, Angie was desperate she couldn't lose the baby. The man just smirked, seeming to enjoy all of it a bit too much.

"Too bad...you'll die, we'll get our money, then we can play with the sister." He laughed.

"P-please, don't, I'm begging you." Angie pleaded. The man turned and started walking out. "Have your fun, Chuck, I need to collect our money." He smirked and walked away. Angie kept struggling as Chuck came closer, moving the knife so the light made the blood already on it glisten. She shook my head, still begging, tears running down my face.

"No, please! Please, I'll do anything!" Angie begged. 'Chuck' stopped and just smiled at her. He lowered the knife down to her stomach; Angie was still trying to struggle. He slowly pushed harder, until the knife broke skin. She cried out in pain as he slowly pushed it in further, partly from the actual physical pain, partly from knowing she was losing the baby and couldn't do anything about it. He pushed it in until the entire blade was in, and then yanked it out, and she cried out again. Angie bent over as much as she could with my hands tied behind me.

Percy's POV

Angie's phone call had me worried. I instantly called out for Jim.

"Jim? Jim?" I called.

"Yeah, in the office." He called back. I quickly ran to him. "What's up darling?" Jim asked seeing my panic..

"It's Angie. She's been kidnapped. They thought she was me. Jim, I can't let anything happen to her, she's pregnant." I garbled quickly my panic taking over.

"Okay, have these idiots made any demands?" He asked, the business side of him starting to take over.

"Five million by six o'clock." I replied, my voice a little shaky. I was so worried for Angie. Sherlock didn't even know about the baby yet.

"That's it? You're worth at least triple that." Jim scoffed irritably. "Well this will be easy. Time to get our hand's dirty." He added darkly. I could see the mask had slipped down, Moriarty had taken over. He didn't scare me; I knew I was safe, but these petty criminals, not so much.

"You're coming with me?" I asked surprised.

"Of course I am, I'm not letting you go by yourself. I may recognise these wannabes or know their boss. I'll be wanting a word with them." He answered protectively. He cared about Angie too.

"Thank you. I love you." I smiled and kissed my husband.

"And I you. Let's go save Angie. Get your gun, I'll get the money out of the safe." He instructed and we flitted into action.

Jim waited for me at the bottom of the stairs with a black leather briefcase in his hands.

Jim took my hand in his free one and led me out to the car. Jim drove quickly out to Addlestone and we reached the warehouse with time to spare before the drop off. The entire journey had been silent.

"Here's the plan. You drop off the briefcase like they've instructed. I'll follow on the dark side of the building. Have your gun ready. Shoot them if you have too. They will only understand violence." Jim said simply. I nodded and fitted the silencer onto my gun. There was still a lingering fear of the weapon in my hand, but I had to push that aside. Angie was the only important factor; I had to make sure she was safe. I gave Jim a swift kiss on the lips, picked up the briefcase and went to make my entrance.

Suddenly, there was a cry outside, and the door burst open. Angie was still hunched over, she didn't see who it was. Light footsteps rushed over to where she was, and a gun cocked, followed by a voice, low and deadly.

"Move. Now."

Angie glanced up to see Percy pointing a gun at 'Chuck', who slowly backed up and dropped the knife. She thought she heard Jim a few feet away. Percy kept the gun aimed at 'Chuck'.

"Ang, talk to me Sweetie." Percy requested.

"P-Percy...the b-baby...he stabbed me, I couldn't do anything..." Angie said through her sobs.

Percy looked at her and bent down, dropping the gun. She took her jacket off and pressed it against the wound, making Angie wince, as she tried to stop the bleeding.

"I'm so, so, sorry Ang, but it's going to be alright, we'll get you out of here soon." Percy promised.

"It can't happen again...not again..." Cried Angie shaking her head. Percy had to keep her own tears at bay.

"Just hold on, we'll get you to a hospital." Percy kept one hand on the jacket, still trying to keep the bleeding under control, as she cut the ties that bound Angie's hands. Angie heard a couple of gunshots and looked up. Jim was walking over, stepping over the bodies of the two men. He bent down next to her.

"Angie, will you let me carry you? We have a car right outside." Jim asked quietly, his voice even.

"It doesn't matter...I c-can't move..." Angie said shaking her head again. Angie cried out a little at the pain as Jim picked her up. Percy grabbed Angie's hand as they walked out of the warehouse.

"Try and relax Ang, you're gonna be okay." Percy said gently, trying to reassure her best friend. Angie just shook her head and kept crying as Jim set her in the back of a car and Percy got in next to her, still holding Angie's hand.

"Stay with me, Sweetie, come on, stay awake." Percy urged as Angie's eyelids drooped. Angie shook her head a little, already starting to feel dizzy from the blood loss.

"I can't...I'm too tired..." Protested Angie feebly. Percy shook her head, tears starting to form in her eyes.

"No you aren't. Come on Ang keep going. Please." Percy begged.

"I don't want to..." Angie shook her head again, her voice quiet.

"Don't leave me please...please Angie. I need you so much. Hold on, just a little longer..." Pleaded Percy. Angie shook her head again, but she just stayed awake. Percy glanced out the window.

"We're nearly there. We'll get you the best help." Percy assured Angie. Angie closed my eyes, tears still rolling down her face.

"It hurts to breathe..." sighed Angie painfully. Percy bit her lip, starting to cry herself.

"Just two more minutes and all the pain will go away..." Percy said quietly.

"Sh-Sherlock didn't even know...I hadn't even told John yet..." Angie stuttered.

"It's alright, we'll sort that later, just concentrate on getting better. We're at the hospital, I'll be with you as soon as they let me, I promise." Percy smiled a watery smile as her best friend was taken from her. She turned to the waiting arms of her husband and broke down.

Jim's POV

James Moriarty held his sobbing wife close, his blood boiling inside. Being shot in the head was too light a punishment for those imbeciles. Their boss would be paying dearly for his little mistake. The only upside was the look of fear that filled their faces as he emerged from the shadows. Jim rarely saw Percy scared. She could tackle the world and come out the other side with barely a scratch, sometimes it took a toll and they'd deal with the fallout, but she could power through and brush it away. When it came to the kidnap of her best friend, her pregnant best friend, he saw genuine fear in my wife's eyes.

When it came to work she rarely asked for anything, they tried not to mix our jobs to often as it made things too complicated for them both.

Jim found he had come to respect Angie over the last few months, seeing her through Percy's eyes. Angie was strong and loyal. Attributes he favoured. She was clever and resourceful and loved Percy so much. Her protective nature towards Percy further endeared her character further and besides her associations with Sherlock Holmes, she could be forgiven a minor indiscretion.

Percy's frantic call had Jim on instant high alert. He cancelled his meetings and brushed away annoying clients. Sometimes he could be the hero. Jim rushed towards his home as quickly as physically possible.

Now out of danger in the hospital and seeing how desperate and worried Percy was, not just about Angie but about the baby he felt a pang. A pang of guilt, loss, grief and anger, a potent and unsettling cocktail of emotions ebbed and flowed through him. It made him think of how close he'd come to being a father, how he'd actually been excited when he first found out Percy was going to have his baby and the devastating blow when she'd miscarried. He buried his emotions not really knowing how to deal with them. He kept his blasé attitude towards parenthood at the fore and Percy just quietly accepted his mild cruelty on the subject. More guilt stabbed at his insides. Perhaps it was best they weren't parents?

He watched Percy pace and twitch as she was constantly denied access to Angie and information was withheld because she wasn't family. The stress was evident in her eyes. It wasn't often that he felt powerless, but this was a situation where no matter the money, power or influence you had they were all worthless. He simply sat quietly offering silent comfort if needed.

After six hours with the only news being that Angie had gone in for surgery. Jim found himself half reading outdated women's gossip magazines, they were strange and keeping an eye on his wife who was either going to kill someone or pass out, he wasn't sure which would come first.

Percy's POV

Fifteen hours later I was finally allowed to go in and see Angie. I walked into her room quietly with a smile when i saw that Angie was awake.

"Hey...How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Still hurts to breathe. It's not as bad, though." She nodded, looking down; she couldn't look me in the eye. We'd both break down crying if we did.

"I'm so, so sorry Ang, they did everything they could..." I started. I felt so helpless.

"I didn't expect them to be able to save it." She shrugged. I grabbed her hand.

"If you need anything, just ask. When you're ready we can talk." I offered. I felt so useless.

"Thank you." Nodded Angie.

"You're not alone in this Sweetie. Just rest up and get better, I'll deal with the real world." I said. I wanted Angie to know she had me for anything and everything. This wasn't her fault. Angie just nodded, not able to say anything. I gave her another smile, squeezed her hand and walked out.

I knew nothing would make this better; it wasn't something anyone could fix. Every second I was with Angie I could feel my own scar twinge, that pain of losing a child washing over me in huge waves. I had to be strong for her; I couldn't and wouldn't give in. I wasn't going to let Jim see my pain.

I wondered to the ward's visitor's room to find Jim waiting for me. I smiled a little as I saw him, he was sat reading some outdated magazine with a quizzical look on his face. He looked up as I entered the room. He put down the magazine and stood up. He embraced me tightly and whispered: "I'm sorry." He then took my hand and we drove home.

Once home, I felt the hurt inside me grown into anger. I picked up my phone and dialed Sherlock's number.

"Just be glad you are in a different country and on a different continent." I snarled into the phone. I was beyond angry.

"Do I really have to explain this again?" Sighed Sherlock.

"No, be glad that I can't throw off the roof of a hospital myself." I spat.

"Percy, I was going to have to leave again anyway, a teary goodbye would have just made it harder on both me and Angie. Leaving like that was just the better option. She knew I was leaving again anyway, so what's the problem?" He asked as though I was an idiotic toddler.

"You're such an insensitive git sometimes. Angie and I have been trying to get hold of you for nearly a month! Did you not think maybe we had something important to talk about?!" I shouted. I had scoured three continents to get him. I'd even asked Jim to borrow some scouts to find Sherlock, with no avail. Those scouts may now also be dead, but that was beside the point. I had spent days, weeks trying to find him, to bring him home.

"I knew it would be about this, and I was giving you time to cool off. Obviously it didn't work..." Sherlock said exasperatedly.

"Do not patronise me Sherlock Holmes." I interrupted. "Yes I'm annoyed you slept with my best friend and left without so much as a good-bye..." I paused to take a breath. "The reason I want to kill you is that that Angie is in the hospital barely functioning after suffering a kidnapping, stabbing and miscarriage. She lost your baby." I ground out angrily. Just thinking of my best friend suffering alone without the man she loved to help was too much. There was silence on the other end.

"What?" Stuttered Sherlock quietly.

"Angie fell pregnant and was kidnapped and tortured by some dumb American who had a vendetta against you and she lost her baby. The baby that you, are, were the Father of." I said coolly. I knew I should be more sympathetic to Sherlock, but I just couldn't I was so angry.

"She...P...Don't be ridiculous." He rambled.

"Sherlock, I was with her the at every appointment with the doctor, I have spent hours, days even trying to find you and get you to her, she's been terrified and now because of you're ridiculous hero complex Angie was nearly killed and has lost her child." I spilled systematically. He may as well know all the gory details.

"...She was p...pregnant?!" Sherlock stuttered again.

"YES! For God's sake Sherlock, listen to me." I yelled. I was going to lose it if he didn't start using the brain he was born with. I don't care if it is a shock.

"Are you sure?!" He asked, his voice now calmer.

"Of course I'm bloody sure. Sherlock I've been there every step of the way." I replied sarcastically.

"Are you sure it was...mine?" Sherlock asked hesitantly. I nearly threw my phone into a wall. He was being a monumental dunce!

"Stop being an idiot, of course it was yours." I said.

"In case you didn't know, she did sleep with Moran." Replied Sherlock snippily. He sounded somewhat jealous too. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, but he's infertile." I replied. "I did know, I enjoyed the hangover of that fall out. Sherlock, Angie and I tell each other everything, assume I know exactly what's happened." I said simply. It was like dealing with a child.

"Who was it that attacked her?" He asked. Ignoring my sarcastic comments.

"I don't know, I think they were after me. Jim took care of them." I told him. "If Jim hadn't been home, Angie would've died, he saved her life." I said honestly.

"Usually he's the one who's put her life at risk." Sniped Sherlock. I withheld the string of expletives bubbling inside me.

"Well he saved her. She's alive because of him, not you." I retorted spitefully.

"Other than the obvious, is she doing alright?" He asked. He sounded tired. Sadly I had lost all patience.

"If you'd been home, you'd know the answer to that question." I spat. If he had been home this never would've happened.

"Oh, so now because you're mad at me, you won't tell me anything?" Sherlock asked, his anger also rising.

"I've told you everything you needed to know, if you weren't off trying to be super detective you'd have...you know what never mind. I can't be bothered with you and your lack of emotions." I sighed. Totally beyond caring. I'd tried everything humanly possible to get him home; he didn't want to be found. Not my problem. I would be there for Angie and that was it.

"Fine, what am I supposed to do now, then?!" He asked petulantly.

"Whatever you want, I don't care. I just care about Angie." I replied curtly.

"And you think I don't?! I didn't want anything like this to happen to her. If I could have prevented this, I would have, I would go to the ends of the earth to keep her safe." Beseeched Sherlock.

"Because of you this happened. It's your fault." I accused. I blamed him.

"This is not my fault! There is no way they could have possibly known she was connected to me. I was extremely careful. Unless they had been watching us, which they would have had to start watching us before I even started working on taking out anyone in America!" He defended angrily.

"I don't want to hear it. I have responsibilities and I stick to them. Stay away from me when or if you return to London." I said darkly and hung up.

I was so angry. Angie didn't deserve this trauma, not a second time. She was meant to be a mother. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I threw the phone at the wall and cried out in frustration as it smashed. It didn't make me feel better, but the needless destruction was oddly satisfying to see. I had been serious in my final words to Sherlock. I didn't know if I would stop Jim now. Before I'd have moved the Earth to save Sherlock, someone I considered a friend and family, but now, he was a coward. If Jim wanted to bait him and toy with him, then he could.