Moriarty stared into the two way mirror, his prize catches on the other side. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. He stood in the long wide hallway looking into the window, Sherlock and John were tied to chairs on opposite sides of the small room, completely isolated. He smiled, he was going to take his time with these ones. Just then the double doors at the end of the hallway opened, two muscular men dragged in a struggling girl dragging her cracked heels along the cement flooring. Her hair was messy and her clothes dishevelled she looked up at Moriarty's face, the expression on her face showed fear that was quickly replaced by anger and something Moriarty didn't recognize. Abandonment.

"Why Mary! How nice of you to join us!" Moriarty clapped his hands together happily.

"How's the killing brother?" she asked pulling her arms out of the grasps of the muscular men whom backed a step away after a nod from Moriarty.

"Oh fine, and the anger management classes?" he raised an eyebrow comically, she clenched her fists but stayed silent "Not well I see" he commented noticing her fists which she promptly released.

"What is it you want?" she asked hostilely

"Can't I just want to spend time with my darling sister Mary?" he asked feigning a hurt expression at her hostility.

"Don't call me Mary" she grumbled crossing her arms "Now what. Do. You. Want?

"Well, I was going to reprimand you for defying me and demand you tell me where your little friends are, but that's, of course, no longer necessary" he grinned darkly.

"What?" she suddenly snapped out of her usual cold and indifferent demeanour and her expression was now wracked with fear and worry.

"Oh, I think you understood the first time" she was too overwhelmed with concern to even register the sick look of glee on her brother's face.

"Where are they!" she asked panicked, her brother hesitated "Tell me, dammit!" she moved towards her brother but found her held back by his 'security'

"Haven't you noticed?" he tilted his head towards the window. Her eyes widened as she shook of the guards and rushed towards the window. She pressed her hands against the glass desperately wanting to be on the other side of the glass, the two boys were both unconscious and looked to be beaten.

"No" she whispered "No, how did this happen?"

"Hennery is not as trustworthy as you once thought" the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

"You're lying" she deadpanned.

"Am I?" he challenged,

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, she turned away from him so he couldn't see her eyes beginning to shine with tears, how could this be real? How could everything she'd done be for nothing, he had to be lying to her, he had to be, Hennery wouldn't do that to her, she knew he wouldn't. Hennery was her best friend, Hennery would do anything for her, and she'd do the same for him. Hennery wouldn't betray her like that, would he?

"How long did you think you could keep them hidden?" he laughed mockingly "Did you really think you could beat me?"

"I had to try" she didn't take her eyes off John and Sherlock.

"What I still don't understand is why you didn't leave" he said taking a step towards her.

"What?" she asked still looking through the window.

"The Maryn I know always leaves when she's suddenly in danger. I understand everything before that but I thought you would have left a long time" he paused but she didn't say anything "Why would you stay with them when there was some actual risk involved? What did you have to gain by-"

Then came the moment of realization "Oh I get it now! You're in love with him!" said Moriarty excitedly.

"What?" she whipped her head to look at him "I'm not in love with Sherlock Hol-" she was cut off.

"Not Sherlock Holmes! Dr. Watson!" he looked at her expectantly but she could do more than stare back at him stunned "Yes, it all makes sense, he's just the type you would fall for. This explains why you always defended him when you talked to Hennery, you were in love-"

"Stop it" she stammered

"Oh this is priceless, Maryn Moriarty is in love with John Watson" he laughed, Maryn took in shaky breaths avoiding eye contact.

"Oh and he doesn't know! Oh, did you honestly ever think he'd love you? The sister of a criminal mastermind trying to kill him and his best friend?"

"No" she whispered blinking back tears

"And you still stayed with him, how precious. This will make killing him all the more better" he chuckled as he turned to walk down the hall.

"What?" choked Maryn hollowly

"Well. Now I can burn two hearts with one kill, I would never pass up that opportunity" he explained turning to face her.

"How could you do that to me?" she yelled her anger once again getting the better of her.

"You betrayed me Mary" he declared turning so his back was to her face and beginning to walk away.

"Well you left me!" she shouted after him. He paused but didn't turn around "You left me Jimmy, Mom left, Dad left and you left" he turned back around, he looked sad for a moment but the expression changed to one of authority quickly.

"Take her away" he ordered. The two men grabbed Maryn and dragged her towards the door.

"No! No, let me go!" she screamed struggling "NO! JOHN! SHERLOCK! JIMMY PLEASE! JIMMY DON'T DO THIS! JIMMY!" the men carried her out the door but her faint screams still reached Moriarty's ears.

Moriarty closed his eyes staying still for a moment , the moment passed and he carried on.

...

When John woke up a sting of memories came back to him all at once. He remembered Maryn being taken away, Hennery in the helicopter, then Sherlock started acting odd, saying that it was all going to be okay, then before he knew it he was grabbed at by several big burly men, the same happened to Sherlock. John remembered calling out for Hennery for anyone but no one came to either him or Sherlock's aid. That's when he realized he was right about Hennery and even though he was being beaten he felt overwhelming worry over Maryn and what was happening to her, but before he could fathom a theory the blackness overcame him and that's the last thing he remembered.

He looked over to his left to see Sherlock at the other end of the small room there were in, he also noticed that directly in front of him was a mirror and he could actually see the extent of his injuries. His face was stretched up, and there were a couple nasty bruises forming on his neck and right arm. Sherlock appeared to have similar injuries causing a surge of white hot rage to run through John's body.

"Sherlock" he called out to him not bothering to keep his voice down "Sherlock!"

"Hmph" Sherlock mumbled incoherent words under his breath as he began to regain consciousness.

"Sherlock!" John called out once more.

"Hm, what?" Sherlock's eyes opened one at a time "John, what-what?" it took Sherlock all of 15 seconds to figure out exactly what happened.

The two men looked at each other for a moment, both quite unsure of what the next move would be which of course is a feeling that Sherlock is extremely uncomfortable with and John isn't exactly okay with either.

"Sherlock-" began John

"Shut up" Sherlock clipped.

"Sherlock" John started again "Sherlock what exactly happened?"

"Hennery turned out to be just as idiotic as the rest of the population and apparently Maryn as well-" explained Sherlock.

"Don't say that about her" interjected John

"She was stupid enough to believe Hennery" said Sherlock.

"So were you" countered John.

"I wasn't as close to Hennery as Maryn also, despite my suspicions, there was really no other chance of avoiding Moriarty-"

"Wait, you had suspicious about Hennery? Why didn't you say something to me or Maryn?" asked John incredulously.

"Maryn would have grown irrationally angry due to those increasingly worsening anger problems that she really should see someone about and if I told you, you would have tried to tell her which brings us back to a mentally unstable sister of a psychopath" rambled Sherlock.

"She's not mentally unstable!" defended John.

"John, your feelings are clouding your judgement again"

Before John could once again deny any feelings for Miss Moriarty the door to their little room swung open and the one and only consulting criminal stood in the doorway. He sauntered inside the room with his designer suit and his perfectly styled hair.

"Moriarty" growled both John and Sherlock.

"Hello boys!" Moriarty greeted in a sing-song voice "You boy caused be a bit of a chase back there, well not really you, more my sister caused the chase didn't she, she's a bit of a clever one isn't she?"

Sherlock and John both remained silent.

"Oh, come on, no playful banter Sherlock?" pouted Moriarty "You tired from arguing with Mary? Oh, she gets to have all the fun!"

"Where is she?" asked John forcefully.

"Johnny-boy! Good to hear that voice again, and don't you worry you're pretty little head about it, I'm taking care of her" grinned Moriarty deviously

"What have you done with her?" John's voice was louder now.

"John" hissed Sherlock attempting to get him to shut up before he gave away his weakness.

"Why do you care so much doctor?" asked Moriarty curiously moving a stand of hair out of John's face, John failed at trying to move away from him. "Unless..."

Moriarty's smile grew wider "Oh! I'm right aren't I Sherlock" he walked over to the detective and casually leaned against him "He's in love with her isn't he?"

"What? I'm not!" denied John.

"Is he always this bad of a liar?" Moriarty asked Sherlock, Sherlock didn't respond. "You have no idea what a fantastic position you've put me in doctor Watson, thank you"

Moriarty smiled to himself as he left the room, this was going to be more fun than anyone could ever imagine.

A/N: there you go, a nice long(ish) chapter, I quite like this chapter actually. I love writing the relationship between Moriarty and Maryn, it's a lot of fun, please tell me what you think of that I'd love to hear your opinion. Please review!