Not Everyone Needs A Title

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"YOU'VE BEEN DOING WHAT!?!" Jim yells at Lyndsi

She hadn't intended for James to find out about her and Sherlock being friends again. Moran must have been spying on her. She flinches from him. He's never hit her before but with a man like him, anything could happen

"I SAID TO LEAVE HIM ALONE! I HAVE PLANS FOR HIM!"

Lyndsi says nothing. She never knew he'd get this upset. She didn't tell Sherlock anything about Jim.

"LOOK AT ME!"

Lyndsi raises her head to see his once glorious brown eyes have turned dark with anger.

"ANSWER ME! WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH SHERLOCK?!"

"We just talked. I forgave him. We're friends. I didn't tell him anything about you." She says quietly.

Jim just stalks towards her and grabs her arm, pulling her towards the kitchen, then the basement. She starts fighting him and trying to pull away

"No! James I didn't mean to upset you! I'm sorry! Please no!"

He ignores her pleas and drags her down the stairs into the basement. She tries pulling her arm free resulting in Moriarty snapping her wrist forward and breaking it. She squeals in pain as he shoves her to the floor, further damaging her wrist.

"Do with her what you will, don't let her out until I come back"

Moriarty leaves her in the basement with Moran.

"I just want you to know that I really hate you." Moran says

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"Where's Lyndsi? She was supposed to be here an hour ago." Sherlock says

"Don't worry. She probably had to wait till Moran left or something" John says

In truth he feared Moriarty might have killed her but he didn't want Sherlock to know he was worried. Fortunately Sherlock was too busy thinking to deduce him lying. Moriarty walks through the door.

"Lyndsi will not be coming here any longer. If you see her again, know that I will come after you until you're dead." He says angrily

"What have you done?" Sherlock yells as he stands up

"It's none of your concern, Holmes." He turns and walks out of the flat.

Sherlock chases him down but when he gets to the street a black car is speeding away. Sherlock runs a hand through his dark curls. Lyndsi was in danger.

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Moran finally left after what Lyndsi thinks is 3 hours. When Moran said he hated her, he put meaning to it for the past hours. Lyndsi's body was in shreds. Her wrist was very broken, her stomach area was bleeding a little, and her arms and legs were just cut up horrible. She took a shaky breath and stood.

She steppes forward and holds back a yelp. She continues towards a window near the roof. If she can climb out she'll be on the ground. She can find Sherlock. She reaches to the window slowly and it opens with a little struggle for her weak body. She puts and arm out over the top then the other. She tries to pull herself up but quickly falls down due to exhaustion.

She stands back up and finds a crate. She pushes it to the window but hears creaking in the floor above. They're heading for the stairs. She, as quickly as possible, closes the window and sits on the crate so it looks like she wanted a seat off the floor.

Jim walks down the stairs and sees his girlfriend. Enraged, he goes back up to speak with Moran. She hears his tone and cam tell it'll be a while. She stands on the crate and opens the window. She pushes herself through. It hurts so bad but she can't do it again. She climbed outside and all the way. She closes the window behind her and stands up. As she's standing up the front door opens, and Moran is running out. She ducks behind the stoop and waits for Jim

He's going down stairs. She musters all her strength and runs across the street. She continues as long as she can. She gets a few blocks which all happen to be void of people. She feels exhaustion taking over so pulls into a alley, hiding behind a dumpster.

It's cold and starts raining. Lyndsi has nothing on but a torn shirt and shorts. She leans against the dumpster and curls into a ball to conserve body heat. She falls asleep as someone is walking in the alley.