a/n Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than the others, I had exams all week and it was hard to try and fit in my writing! In relation to the question about Audrey's power and where she got it ect..., Don't worry, I am going to explain it, just gradually. I have it all worked out :) *taps head*. Anyhoo, enjoy chapter 5 and please leave a comment!

Mr. Thompson sighs and drags his hand across a weary face. Of course this was bound to happen. How could it not? He had it, his Mother had it, Grandad Niall had it ... But why did it have to be now?After all those times he told her not to read aloud – making up excuse after excuse. And now, when she needed him most he was stuck, worrying in the backend of nowhere.

He had read a few of those books himself, he knew the danger Sherlock Holmes faced every second bloody day. And Aud was so small, oblivious to the 'bad things' happening around her. Ever since Camille's accident she'd been so –

No. Mr Thompson stands and strides towards his front door. He wasn't going to lose both of them.

'Why do I have to help you? Why can't John? He's your trusty blogger - He's Juan the Magnificant. The Juan and only. Juan of a - '

'YES. I get it.' I stuggle as Sherlock pulls me through the doors of the lab in St. Barts.

'You know why you're here.' He sets the muddy trainers down. 'And right now, you're of much more importance to me than John is.' He snaps a pair of latex gloves over his hands.

I glance around the white room nervously. Oh crap this is not going to be good. The door of the lab opens and I jump, knocking a Bunsen Burner to the floor.

'Nice to know you think so highly of me.' John smiles sarcastically at Sherlock.

Sherlock though, had been staring over at me.

'What has gotten into you Audrey? I mention St. Barts and you practically break down in tears.' He eyes me suspiciously.

'Eh..' I reply shakily. 'No, it's nothing ... I'm just a bit tired is all.' I reach down to fix the burner, hiding my face. Whatever you do Aud, you cannot give yourself away. You don't know what the consequences of changing a storyline are. Keep. Your. Mouth. Shut.

Sherlock's phone trills another text alert. 'Pass me my phone.'

John looks around the room. 'Where is it?'

'Jacket.'

John straightens up slowly, his entire body going rigid in disbelief and I can't help but snigger. Turning to his right, he marches stiffly around the table, slams one hand onto Sherlock's shoulder and roughly pulls his jacket open with the other as he starts to rummage in his inside pocket.
'Careful.' Sherlock warns, still not looking up from the microscope.

I had now begun to tap my fingers on the desk, getting into to character. 'Be the mute. Be the mute.' I whisper.

'Audrey, if you don't stop drumming your fingers on the table I'm going to erode them away in that beaker of very corrosive hydrochloric acid.' Sherlock states matter-of-factly.

'Wha – Steady on there Walter White.' I clasp my hands together.

'Since you appear to have nothing better to do, go get me a coffee. Black two – '

'Black, two sugars. Yeah I know.' I sigh and slide from the stool. Opening the lab door I turn my head from the left to the right.

And then left again. And then right.

Satisfied with the reasonably empty corridor, I peg it to the coffee machine. Judging by the book, if I take another 5 minutes getting the coffee, I should be able to miss him. I empty the contents of two sugar sachets into Sherlock's coffee. Checking my watch, I grab the cup and slowly make my way back towards the lab. Peeking my head through the small glass window, I scan the room.

It's just Molly. He must have left. Slowly pushing the door open I –

'Do you need a hand with that?'

'Gah!' I shout and drop the two cups of coffee. Turning around I find myself staring into the darkest eyes I've ever seen. Like, Johnny Depp dark.

Unfortunately, the door was still propped open with my leg, so Molly, Sherlock and John were all witness to this spectacular fuck-up.

'Jim! Hi!' Molly waves at him."Jim" takes his eyes from mine to grin at Molly. 'Come in! Come in!' She ushers him inside the room.

Sherlock looks over at her briefly, running his eyes down her body and apparently making an instant deduction, then looks back into the microscope. 'I hope that's not my coffee running down your leg, Audrey.' I scowl and attempt to brush the dark liquid from my black leggings.

'Jim, this is Sherlock Holmes.' Molly introduces him.

'Ah!' "Jim" smiles.

You can wipe that smirk off your smug face "Jim". What kind of a name is Jim anyway? A stupid one, that's what.

John turns towards them, and Molly looks at him blankly. 'And this is, uh ... sorry.' I can see John literally fighting with himself to keep his eyes from rolling. 'John Watson. Hi.' Molly smiles awkwardly and turns towards me. 'And then we have Au-'

'No.' I blurt out before I can stop myself. All four heads turn to look at me in bewilderment.

'Uh … Je suis désolé, je ne parle pas l'anglais. Je suis française.' I cringe inwardly.

Molly opens her mouth to speak. 'Wha –'

'Audrey. Audrey Dubois.' I smile tightly.

"Jim" grins, flashing perfect pearly whites, and looks back at me. 'Yes, I must thank you for spilling hot coffee down my leg. ' He laughs jokingly, extending his hand.

I take it and narrow my eyes. 'Je vous en prie, Monsieur Mo –'

I catch myself just in time.

Moriarty, however, does not fail to notice. His hand squeezes tighter around mine, eyes darkening dangerously.

I pull my hand away, looking at Sherlock. 'Je vais prendre plus de café. À plus.' I turn on my heel and walk/sprint down the corridor.

Bad Dobby! Stupid Dobby! I mutter and slap my forehead while waiting for the coffee. Why can't I just learn to control myself?

I think back on the conversation. It was so easy to catch him out. I just wanted to not feel weak or … scared. I sigh. But now he knows you know something's up and will probably skin you alive for it.

Rounding the corner with two new steaming cups of coffee, I take a sip of mine only to –

'WAAH!' I shout walking straight into another body, drenching myself (once again) in coffee.

'ARE YOU FREAKING – ' I gulp, coming face to face with Mr. Moriarty himself.

'…sérieux?' I finish quietly.

He chuckles darkly. 'Ah, so we meet again Miss Dubois.' He's dropped the English accent, replacing it with his natural Irish tone.

I just continue to gape at him like a fish.

'Would you like to tell me what you're really doing here.' He leans forward, resting one hand on the wall, trapping me. 'In English, this time.'

'Uh … g-getting coffee? ..' I stutter, silently cursing my cowardice.

'Ah she speaks!' He leans in uncomfortably close. 'You are going to tell me how you know my name, and you're going to do it quickly.'

Oh god, oh god, oh god. Think Audrey … think!

'Um... You're name is Jim. I know this because you just told me.' That's it, play it cool.

He brings a hand up to my face and slowly intertwines my hair in his fingers, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. 'Liar!' He hisses, yanking my head back. I dig my nails into my palm, fighting to hold back tears. Don't you cry Aud, don't you dare give him the satisfaction.

'I'm not afraid of you.' I spit out through gritted teeth. He begins to laugh softly, his warm breath tickling my cheek.

'Look at little Miss Red Riding Hood.' He leers at me. 'Standing up to the Big Bad Wolf.' With a final smirk, he throws me to the ground a split-second before John emerges from the lab.

'Oopsy daisy !' He reverts back to "Jim", taking my hand and helping me up. 'Are you okay? Have you hurt yourself?' He asks, feigning concern.

Two can play at this game. 'No, no, I'm fine!' I laugh, brushing myself down. 'I'm so clumsy!' I joke with him.

'Well,' He looks from me to John and sort of ... bows while walking away. 'It was nice meeting you.' John smiles in return.

'Likewise.' I reply, grinning. John joins me at the wall. 'Did you spill the coffee again?'

'Yeah.' I reply sheepishly. 'I wasn't lying about being clumsy, you know.' John chuckles and continues to the coffee machine.

I wince, rubbing where my hip bone made contact with the hard tiles. That's gonna look pretty in the morning.

'Argh!' Moriarty growls and dashes his glass of brandy to the floor. The crystal shatters, spraying nearby cream curtains with the dark alcohol. Who was this girl? How did she see through him? … And that's just what she is; a girl. Barely looked eighteen years old.

The dark haired man rolls his shoulders and neck, sighing.

She's a liability. If she lets slip anything, the whole plan goes caput. He had Moran run every background check on her, family history, personal history… He had even stolen her DNA results from Barts – All of which proved to be futile. There was nothing on her … he had nothing on her. No family or loved ones to blackmail and threaten.

Moriarty flexes his fingers, cracking each one. She was a mystery … this Audrey Dubois.

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