A/N Yeeted if you are reading this stop! If you haven't watched episodes 1-3 of the BBC Sherlock series this chapter contains MAJOR SPOILERS for the series. Read at your own risk!

Keyland's POV.

I woke up in a minimalist concrete room. I stared at the florescent light above my bed.

 Wait, WHY AM I IN A BED?!

I immediately panic sitting up quickly and running for the door. Sebastian grabs my arm and pulls me down to the ground. I scream.

"Keyland calm down it's me!" Sebastian says as I struggle to get out of his hold. 

As I struggle, I manage to get his knife off of him. He doesn't notice. 

"There is no use in trying to run. That door is locked anyways." He says. I stop fighting.

"Where the HELL am I?" I demand, glaring spitefully at his face.

"I can't tell you that." Sebastian says regretfully. 

"Okay then, why am I here?" I ask.

"Moriarty wants to talk to you." Sebastian says boredly. 

"Who is Moriarty?"

"Why don't you go see?" Sebastian said, standing and heading toward the door. "Oh by the way he wants you to wear that dress."  Sebastian says pointing to a classy black dress on the table next to the bed. He leaves the room.

No way am I wearing that bloody dress, but it could be useful.

I check the room for cameras and finding none, I tear the dress into strips. Using one to tie my hair back and another for a sheath for my stolen knife. 

Now I am ready to face this Moriarty character. 

Sebastian knocks on the door.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Yep." I spit.

He opens the door and looks disapprovingly at me.

"He'll be upset." Sebastian warns. 

"Do I look like I care?" I sass.

"Fair Point." Sebastian replied. 

He led me to a room with no furniture in it. Excepting a small table with a record player on it. The record started playing as I walked in. The Song was "How do you like me now?" By the Heavy. As the song played I looked at the wall and realized all four walls of this room were covered with newspaper snippets and gory pictures of assassinations, and deaths, and scandals.

 I started to notice some photos of me and Sherlock scattered through the other photos. I noted some of the cases Sherlock and I had solved were in here too. And some of the ones we had tried to solve. I took out my phone and snapped some photos of the walls. I slipped my phone back into my pocket. The song ended and I could sense somebody in the room behind me.

"Very impressive Mr. Moriarty. I assume you did all of these?" I say to the wall.

"I was ... consulted." Says a familiar voice. I spun around. 

"Richard?!" I gasp.

"Oh no no no no, Angel. Richard Brooke is dead." Purred 'Moriarty'

"So who are you then?" I say regarding him carefully. 

"Would you believe... an evil twin?" He smirks.

"It's never twins." I say firmly. 

"Clever girl." He says circling me.

"You didn't wear the dress." He pouts. 

"So sue me." I sass. The man stops in front of me. He lets out a dark chuckle.

"Let me tell you a story Keyland. The story about how Richard died." He smiles.

" Once upon a time there was a Man named Richard Brooke. There was a girl who he was madly in love with. He would do anything for her, but his affections were rebuffed. He died of a broken heart... And then I was born out of his sorrow." The man says sparks flying out of his eyes.

"So you are... Moriarty, then?" I say carefully, not wanting to upset the mad man. 

"Jim Moriarty, Hi~~" He sang madly. 

"So Moriarty. What are you going to do to me?" I ask.

"Oh not just you Keyland dear, Your fiancé Sherlock." He smiles looking me up and down.

"He is not myfiancé ." I say. He gasps.

"Oh? Why not I thought you loved him so~~" He sings.

"I didn't like the thought of you hurting him." I spit. 

"So you refused him because of me?~~" He purred taking a step closer to me. "I'm honored."

"Don't be."I hiss. He chuckles again and steps away from me. he walks to the other wall with his hands behind my back.

"What am I going to do to Sherlock!~~. Well Keyland Love you've seen what I can do, you tell me..." He says.

"No, I don't want to give you any Ideas." I say.

"Oh Keyland this is going to be so fun~~" He sings darkly. 

"I'm going to end Sherlock Holmes. In the most awful way imaginable. Just to pay him back for stealing you from me." He says madly.

"Richard..." I say softly.

"RICHARD BROOKE IS DEAD! YOU KILLED HIM!... Just like you killed that Spanish man...You see Keyland you are more like me than you'd admit...~~" I think about the knife in my boot.

"I'm nothing like you." I say vehemently. 

He chuckles.

"I'll be seeing you very soon Keyland Jones." He smiles. I feel something prick my neck again and then there is darkness.