As the young woman collapsed into the sleep her tired, aching body had wanted, Sherlock looked at her quickly before turning his sight back to Moriarty who moved in front of the unconscious girl and was now blocking their path to her.

"Let me see her." John said worryingly. "I want to make sure she's alright."

"Don't worry," Mycroft said bitterly, "he wouldn't kill her. He just want to make us see her suffer."

"Well, if I won't look at her she might die off blood loss." John said.

Mycroft opened his mouth to reply but before he could say anything, Moriarty lifted a hand and they both went quite.

"I will let you examine her, Johnny boy, but not before Sherlock will hear my secret." Moriarty looked at Sherlock with a teasing look that left the latter no real choice.

"Fine." He said. "What do you want me to hear?"

In the couple of seconds before Moriarty replied, Sherlock was filled with a sudden dread. What could be so terrible the girl wouldn't say? He wondered. What could be so embarrassing to admit?

"I," Moriarty said, stretching every word as he's seeing the affect it is doing on Mycroft and, more annoyingly, on Sherlock himself. This was what pushed Sherlock over the edge.

"No." He said. "I will not listen. I will not do it."

"But aren't you curious, Sherlock?" Moriarty said with an annoying smile up on his face. "Aren't you curious to hear what I did to your daughter? What she did to me?" At that Sherlock knew he made the right choice. "Aren't you curious to learn how hard we did it? How good? How much she loved it and begged for more?"

Mycroft closed his eyes, as if not seeing Moriarty talking could guard him from the words he was saying. John was startled, but Sherlock was surprisingly calm.

"'He never forced me to do anything' she told you." Moriarty continued and Sherlock's fists tightened against his will. "That was true. I never forced her to do anything. She did it all because she enjoyed it."

Sherlock stared at Moriarty. "Are you done?" He asked. "Can John go and look at her?"

"No." Moriarty said. "You weren't listening. That's not what I wanted to tell you. It was the little details. The little, dirty details. How she screamed, what she said, the look on her face when she was over." He looked at Mycroft. "What about you? Does dear uncle Mycroft want to hear about this part he never knew about his little girl? Do you want to hear the stories she told me? I must say, I was surprised. Never thought of you as the kind that lifts a little girl on his knees and tells her stories about the tooth fairy to help her relax from a fallen tooth."

Mycroft had opened his eyes. They were looking straight at Moriarty.

"You're a monster." He said "You will pay for this."

"How adorable." Moriarty replied. "You think you can convict me with something and lock me up?"

"I don't need to convict you to lock you up." Mycroft said, hatefully. "All I need is a room with no doors or windows."

The two men looked at each other, filling the room with tension when John interrupted.

"Can I go and look at her before she dies?" He asked, the tension reaching his voice along with everything else he felt.

"Yes," Moriarty said, his eyes still on Mycroft, "but don't think of doing anything stupid, Johnny. I've reached one daughter. Don't fool yourself into thinking I cannot reach another."

At that John was taken back. A direct threat on Amelie, from this madman. Even Sherlock felt concern for a moment. They must call Mary the instant they can.

Meanwhile, John put on his soldier expression, a blank, emotionless face. His moves were stiff and he seemed unconnected to his body. But as he reached the woman outstretched on the chair she was tied to, his focus returned and he started to take care of Sher's wounds. Mycroft followed him carefully, but Sherlock looked back at Moriarty.

"So what now?" He asked. "What do you want? Are you going to walk out? Take her with you and leave us here? Kill all of us?"

Behind Moriarty's back he could see the girl waking up, the ties that held her to the chair loose enough for her to pull herself out and give John a severe look to keep quite.

"I haven't decided yet." Moriarty said. "I think it depends on whether or not you will be good. So far," he smiled viciously, "you're doing a lousy job. I suppose I'll- Argh!" He screamed as the knife Sher pulled from the floor found its way to his thigh.

"You stupid bitch!" He yelled and grasped what little hair Sher had.

"Run!" The girl screamed. "All of you, just run."

John was already halfway to the door but Mycroft hadn't moved a bit.

"I'm not leaving without you!" He said determinedly.

"Stop being a fool, Mycroft!" Sherlock could hear the frustration in her voice. He saw the plea in her eyes through the pain and as she looked at him, he knew she was right.

"Oh, no, Mycroft, please do continue being a fool." Moriarty said. "And then you can stay here and watch me punishing your little girl for her stupidity."

Sherlock grabbed his brother's arm.

"It will be no good." He said. "Staying here won't make the difference for her. But it would for you."

He started pulling his brother outside, and eventually Mycroft stopped resisting. When they reached the door, Sherlock looked inside the room again.

Sher was lying on the floor and Moriarty pulled the knife out of his thigh and started tearing her clothes off. The look was unbearable.

"Stay outside." He told Mycroft and John and then came back in. He ran towards Sher and Moriarty and, with a single punch the detective did not know where he had the strength to make, Moriarty was thrown away. Sherlock lifted the torn up body that was his daughter, and fled the room as quickly as possible.

In his arms, safe again, Sher sunk back into the emptiness of sleep.

So. It was really fun and challenging writing this story and I wish to thank everybody who read it.

Over the next couple of days I will change the description of the story, since from now on the story will become less of saving the now-saved Sher, and more of how she is dealing with the events that she went through and of how Sherlock is learning to become a father to a damaged 19 y.o.

I hope you will continue to love it, if you have any questions or anything to say at all, please be welcome to write it in the comments. Remember - it is both for you to say what's on your mind and for me to understand what should I change or keep further on.

Thank you again for reading this far!