Moriarty's Phantom

Chapter 2

Jim's POV:

'God I love that sound!' I think to myself. The sound of my child's laughter is the best sound in the world. If you can believe it, her laughter is even better than screams of pain. I cherish the sound of her laughter until she reaches the front door. As soon as I hear the door open, a wave of worry overcomes me. The only thing I can think about is if my child will be ok without me. This moment is really testing my paternal instincts. Yes, I may be the consulting criminal by career, but first and foremost, I am a father and my number one job is to keep my child safe. People say that I have no emotions because I am a psychopath. While that may be true because that is what I want people to see, I do, as a matter of fact, have emotions when it comes to caring for my child. I turn my humanity off when I do my job, but when I get home I turn my humanity back on, kind of like a switch in my brain. One would say it is similar to the vampires in the show Phantom forces me to suffer through with her, The Vampire Diaries. I swear, if it's not Doctor Who, it's that! Sorry, what was I saying? Oh yes! It wasn't always so. At first, all I have ever been is a sadistic psychopath. All of that changed the moment my daughter was born, and Irene knew it. Do you want to know the truth about why Irene wants to do away with my child so much? The truth is because I forced her to carry the child. Irene never wanted her, but I did and she just couldn't accept that. She was obsessed with me and getting all the attention. If a baby came between her and me she would surely get rid of it because she would see the child as a potential threat. If I didn't do what I did, my Phantom wouldn't be here. I took matters into my own hands and had Irene chained to a wall in a room with one window so she could get some sun light and fresh air for nine months until my baby was born. Now, Phantom knows what I do for a living, but she doesn't know that I did that to her mother. If she ever found that out, I don't know what I would do.

Things have been extremely quiet around the house since I sent Phantom out on her task. On my orders, Seb has been sending me regular updates on how she is and how things are going. Though I must say, after I receive these updates, I still feel this peculiar feeling in my chest and in the pit of my stomach. Even after 10 years, I still don't know what this feeling is. I've just grown used to it. Come to think of it, Sebastian hasn't sent me any texts to let me know what's happening. I don't think anything of it. I know that Seb would never let anything happen to her. Besides, he knows the consequences if something did happen to her on his watch. Hours pass and still nothing. Now, my paternal instincts are really starting to kick in. 'Time to call Sebby.' I think to myself.

RING RING RING. "H-hello?" Sebastian answers hesitantly. "Sebby dear, you sound nervous. Is there anything I should know about? How is my girl?" I ask tauntingly. "She's doing fantastic! You would be proud of her sir!" he answers back a bit more confident, but my papa tiger instincts are still telling me that something is not right and I want to know what it is. Seb knows all too well, what I want I get. I know exactly how to get to the bottom of this. "Sebby dear, let me talk to my daughter." I say in a commanding tone. "Uhm well uhh uhh ..." Seb replies with a lot of stuttering. "Just spit it out, Moran." I say with annoyance in my voice. "Phantom is not in sight!" Seb replies with blatant fear in his voice. I am taken aback with that statement, so I take a moment to process what I have just heard from my sniper. "WHAT!!" I shout into my phone. "HOW THE HELL DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?!" "Boss, please let me explain I." he starts. "I TRUSTED YOU! You let me down, and you and I both know what happens to people who let me down." I say with a disapproving voice. "Boss, please..." Seb pleads with me. I sit back in my chair and take a deep breath trying to recompose myself. "Fine." I say. "Start talking or you will be my next set of shoes." I say with growl behind my voice. "I had to go to the loo and I couldn't have been gone more than 5 minutes..." He starts. "YOU LEFT HER ALONE!" I shout. Just as I am about to chew Seb out over the phone I hear the front door open. "We are not finished yet." I hang up and rush to the top of the stairs. I heave a sigh of relief at what I see at the bottom. "Phantom." I mumble under my breath.

Phantom's POV:

I watch Seb get up and head towards the loo. 'Now's my chance.' I think to myself. I watch Sherlock and Alice walk out of the café. As soon as they are out of sight, I pay for my bagel and head out the door myself subtly making sure that Seb is out of sight. As soon as I walk out of the café, I quickly spot them, being sure to keep my distance, but I manage to keep them in sight. I follow them all the way to St. Bart's Hospital. I watch them enter the building with Sherlock deep in thought not saying a word to Alice. This is were I stop, so I start to head home. 'By now, Seb is probably worried out of his mind looking for me.' I think to myself. My eyes widen when I see him, "Damnu!" I whisper. I think on my feet and do what I do best, blend in with the shadows. I pull my hood over my head and pretty much vanish into thin air, because before I know it, I'm home. "Damnu air, I'm good." I think aloud. I walk through the front door, put my sunglasses in the bin, and hang my jacket on the rack. I hear my father run to the top of the stairs and I turn to look up at him.

Jim's POV:

I quickly run down the stairs and wrap my arms around my daughter in a tight embrace. "Daddy, I. Can't. Breathe." she coughs into my chest. I let go of her and grab her tightly by the shoulders. "What happened? Are you hurt? Start talking!" I started to ramble. "Daddy, I'm fine. Seb had to go to the loo, so I took the opportunity and left on my own. I must say it was quite thrilling. Anyways, Sherlock and Alice were leaving and I didn't feel like waiting. I followed them all the way to the hospital. I watched them walk in and then turned to come back here. I saw Seb looking for me so I blended in with the shadows to really freak him out. I must say that Sherlock is really boring. Why did you have to pick him?" she rambled. I breathed a huge sigh of relief and loosening my grip on her shoulders at what I just heard.

"Did I make you proud, Daddy?" Phantom beams up at me. "Yes, little one. You made Daddy proud." I stand up and beam down at her. She wraps her arms around my waist in glee and I can't help but return the gesture and hold her close to me. This is my happy place. This is where I feel at home, wrapped in the arms of my child

*First, the word, "damnu" and the phrase, "damnu air" are Gaelic for "shit" and "damn it". I thought I would add a little realism to my story. Second, I know the picture above isn't really Moriarty. It is merely a representation, just to clarify. Thank you all again so much for the reads. Don't forget to like and comment! All my love ~ thedoctor'svamp