"You didn't tell her? How could you not tell her?"
Sherlock was furious, yelling at his brother insults and holding himself in order not to smack the idiot. "And now, she's stuck with a madman, not certain will she see another sunrise in her life, and finding out the only person she thought she could trust is a liar."
"She always knew I'm lying. She found out about that when her mother was hospitalized for the first time." Mycroft said quietly, annoyingly calm towards the situation.
"And you think that makes it better?" Sherlock yelled. John put a relaxing brother on his friend.
"Her mother," he said, "tell us more about her."
"Not that difficult, how many women was Sherlock with?" Mycroft said and Sherlock was all over him.
"Really, brother," he said, "is now really the time to talk about it?"
Mycroft sighed. "Jenna. Jenna Lucas. She was just some girl Sherlock was with when he was... during the time he... he had problems."
"Problems?" John asked, "What problems?"
"Unimportant, John." Said Sherlock. "Mycroft. Continue."
"After she found out she had a baby, she got clean. She went to a rehab facility where they did the baby tests. And they found a match to the identity of the father." He looked at them. "It was a partial match to myself, I am in the database. They called me and told me, and I paid them off to silence them. When she was released, I came to her and told her who I was. I made sure they will move to a different country, made sure the girl will have all she needed. I came to every birthday. Her mother's rehab never lasted long and so I took care of the child when she was... away."
Sherlock looked at his brother. "You became sentimental." He said.
"You cared." Said John.
"When her mother passed," Mycroft continued, unaware of their comments, "I was the only one she had left. But when she was ill and I donated, she figured out something was wrong."
"She thought you were her father."
"She realized I was more family related to her than I told her." Mycroft looked at his feet. "I should have told her back then."
"Yes, you should." Sherlock looked at his brother in disgust. "You should have told me. Told anybody."
"Well, it's too late now." Said John, calming down the fight between the two brothers who stood in the room. "Let's see what we can do now. Sher's a smart kid, she probably told us something that will help."
Sherlock rewind his brain to remember what she said. Who is she, no time, two hours, I can talk.
"She can talk." He said aloud. John looked at him, not understanding. "In the first call, she talked. In the second, she wouldn't and in the third, she was so cooperative he let her speak with us herself." He looked at the men in the room. "What had happened during those hours?"
He hurt her. Not physically. Not sexually. "She is hurt." He said.
"That wouldn't do." Mycroft said. "She's a strong girl. There's no way hurting her will make her do what he wants."
"He didn't hurt her physically." John said.
"Yes," Sherlock agreed to his friend's notion, "she is hurt. He hurt her. Not 'her' but her feelings, what could he do to hurt her feelings?"
"Hurt her boyfriend?"
Sherlock and John looked at Mycroft.
"What?" John asked.
"James, her boyfriend." He explained "They could have gotten to him and threaten to hurt him if she wouldn't do as she's told."
"But then she would do as she's told in the second conversation, too. Maybe he's safe now?" John offered an explanation.
"In that case, she would never agree to make the third call."
John and Mycroft continued to offer and rule out possibilities. And Sherlock looked out the window.
"He was never in any danger." He finally said.
"What?"
John and Mycroft looked at him, not understanding.
"Her boyfriend. He was never in any danger. Moriarty just wanted her to think he was." Sherlock looked at them. "'why is everything in my life a lie?'" He quoted. "Back then I thought she talked about you, but she had other people in her life, she had him." He paused. "Unless she didn't. What if she didn't had him? What if he was working with Moriarty all along?"
"And then," John said, understanding, "she agreed to the first call to keep him out of danger, angry at the second for finding out the truth and calm at the third so he'll let her talk to us."
They looked at Mycroft.
"No." He said, unconvinced. "They were really in love. No man is that cruel."
"No man but one." Sherlock said. "Alright, we need to find out everything we can about this James." He said and opened his laptop.