Opening my eyes suddenly I sit up. Panting and sweating as I've remembered where I had seen the man before. Wiping the liquids from my eyes and the salty substance from off my forehead I ponder for a few moments. Shooting up I run out to the kitchen having heard a teacup move as I pull out my gun from the gun holder on my leg. You never know when shit could get real.
Moving silently towards the light switch I turn the lights on quickly to reveal a man with curled black hair, his back towards me with his sheets wrapped around his lean muscular frame. He turns around, having noticed the lights turned on and raises an eyebrow as I lower my gun.
"Jesus Sherlock, you scared the crap out of me."
I lower my gun completely and look at Sherlock before pulling up my nightdress and slotting the gun back in its holster. Watching him I sit down on the couch in front of him.
"Alright, I've got some things to tell you," I say, my face hardening as I notice he moves to his chair as well.
"Go on." He says in his normal bored monotone of a voice.
"The guy who was at the party with Miss Hooper. I realized who it was. He is a man who works under the Moriarty Network. Even if Moriarty didn't have many full-fledged people who relied on, this man was most certainly one he could trust the most. He always got the job done and never missed a single opportunity to help Moriarty. In the network, the word is there a new "Moriarty". He isn't actually him but I think the new Moriarty may be Gale."
Shocked, Sherlock sat up half way through my speech. Nodding as I was talking he noticed when I had come to a stop.
"And how do you know all this?"
"I.. used to work for him. Before I found out he actually killed people. I thought he died many times and he thinks I died from a bullet to the heart, little did he know I survived. But now he knows I'm alive and he will kill me. Through physically or physiologically I do not know but he will find me and I will kill me. If you want me to move out I will. I was afraid you would...leave me."
My eyes stayed locked on a small part of the carpet. Hands rubbing together nervously with my fingers twitching and spine hunched in fear along with anticipation. I say looking at the floor.
"And you have no connection to him now?" He asks solidly and I nod.
"Not that I am awear of."
"Then I see no reason for you to leave."
A smile creeps on my face and gis face as we look at each other. Eyes glasses over with happiness for both of us. His more so out of reassurance and mine of releif.
"Thank you..." I barely whisper with a lump in my throat.
He pulls out his phone suddenly from a vibration
"My brother coming to pay us a visit." My eyes widen but I don't say anything, already knowing that thing will happen this way no matter what.
Standing up I walk over to the cold kettle, I full it up with water and turn it on as I make tea for all of us. Knowing how mycroft likes his tea, I prepared it perfectly. After stirring for a little more than necessary, I pass Sherlock his drink and hold Mycroft and mine in my hands. The look Sherlock gives me helps me know that he is aware something is wrong. Something he doesn't know.
Getting uncomfortable from the man's beautiful grey eyes, I stand up just as Mycroft walks in, Sherlocks eyes widening as Mycroft pullls out his black metallic gun. He pulls the trigger as a bullet hits me in my side.
"MYCROFT!" Sherlock screams at him taking the gun from his and disarms him of all other wepons. John walks in the room, presuming Sherlock and I were just firing at the smiley face on the wall. But it was not so, my hearing becomes strange as I hear buzzing and almost as if I was underwater.
"Why-gun shot?" John looks over at me as I feel my teeth grit together, attempting to stand up. The impact and shock of the gun made me fall onto my knees.
John walks over to Mycroft and shuts the door from behind him, locking it and glaring at Mycroft. Running over to me John yells at Sherlock to get a bowl of cold water with a flannel. That's all I remember before I fall down with darkness gradually making its way into my sight.
