Sher was sitting on a chair Moriarty had brought her while he tied her to it.
"Why are you doing it?" She asked. "What's all the trouble about my father? He's just a man I never met."
"Oh, but I have," he replied, "and he made some strong first impression on me."
"Like what?"
"He pointed a gun at me, offered me info he stole from Mycroft to save Watson and called me gay." Moriarty said simply.
Sher looked at him. "I don't know much about the first two," she said, "but from my impression, you don't seem very gay."
"They will find us in about ten minutes." He said, changing the subject, "thanks to your lack of self-control."
"I'm sorry I wasn't more aware of what I said as my life were collapsing over me." Sher said poison in her voice.
"Don't worry, dear." He said. "After my last conversation with him you will be free to go."
"And I suppose you won't be speaking, will you?" Sher asked. "You expect me to talk for you, like before."
"One last time, and then you're free to go." Moriarty said and tightened the last rope so that Sher couldn't move.
"And if I don't?" She asked and he looked up at her.
"Then I'll make a single cut into your back and your lung will collapse." He said, taking a knife out of his clothes. "Very quick. Very painful. And you'll never get to meet your father in real life. Ready, sweetheart?" He asked and she nodded once, nervously and a bit angrily. "Let the show begin!" He said with a smile, just as the door had opened.
Through it went three men.
The first, Mycroft. Tall and confident as ever, the nervousness visible on him as he's playing with his fingers.
The second, the man she saw in the restaurant, which must be Dr. Watson. That is, John, as he requested she'd call him. He was shorter that she'd thought him to be seeing him sitting at the restaurant.
And the third. A tall skinny man wearing a dark coat, collar pulled up. He walked into the room last, but all the attention was directed to him. He observed the situation silently, his eyes looking at Moriarty, unread, before he passed them on to Sher herself. The clarity of his blue eyes surprised her, just as her eyes surprised him, she could see. She didn't believe anybody else in the room could see this invisible bond between them. The first look of a father to his daughter. And then he looked away, and the moment was gone. Moriarty whispered in her ear, and she repeated out loud.
"Hello." She said. "How are you, boys?" When no reply arrived she continued talking. "Mycroft, no respond? John, good as ever? Sherlock, seriously, Sherlock?" She asked and the pain in her arm made her sorry for it as Moriarty whispered in her ear.
"Say it aloud." He ordered. "Repeat it for them to hear."
When she did, her voice was filed with hatred. "I should never let go of my script. I was punished for a reason. Mycroft, one more step and I will cut a hole through her lung."
"Good." Moriarty whispered in her ear as Mycroft stood still in the middle of a step forward, surprised by the abrupt change of speaker.
"Fine." Someone said in a voice she never heard. It took her a moment to understand it was her father, and she's hearing him for the first time. "You have us here." He said. "You have her in your possession. What do you want?"
"Well, I want a lot of things." Sher said the words Moriarty whispered in her ear. "World peace, end poverty and all of that. But mostly, I want you to see how vulnerable you are. Between your little friend, your brother, and your daughter, I can do whatever I want. And you are unable to stop me."
Jane looked at the faces of the three men who stood before her. John and Mycroft's faces showed concern, but Sherlock radiated anger.
"Oh, don't be upset, Sherlock." She said. "Do you want me to tell you a secret?"
"What secret do you want me to hear?"
Moriarty whispered the answer in her ear. Her repulse from saying that, she decided, is stronger than anything he can do to her.
"No." She said and felt the metal going through her skin. She held back a scream. "I will not say that." Tears threatened to fall from her eyes and she held it in.
Sher could feel the appreciation Sherlock felt and John's whisper "I can see the family relation now." But it was not their reaction she wanted to see. She looked at Mycroft and saw the pain in his eyes and the silent prayer he wished for her to stop being as stubborn as she always were. No, it was not a prayer. It was an order, and suddenly she was a little girl again, asking questions he would not answer about where her mother is. If only he knew, she thought, he would have understood.
"If you want them to know it so bad, tell them yourself." She said to Moriarty in one final effort.
"Maybe I will." He said, and she heard the sound of the metal knife falling to the floor before the pain overcome her and she went into unconsciousness.