A/n: I just updated not to long ago...but I had time, so I wrote chapter four. Anyway, I'm not that proud of this chapter. It's not my best writing, but I guess we all get those type of days...right? The play must go on! 

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The word Father and Daughter rang through my head like a warning bell. My head shot up and stared at the tall man with curly hair. His eyes keep bouncing between me and James and then back. But I didn't have much time to dwell on the fact that I had finally found my father, because almost instantly James grabbed my right wrist and threw me towards the man with the curly hair. I held out my hands to help break the fall, but when I hit the floor I hear a sickening snap before the pain shoots through my body, i don't cry out. I hear James chuckle as I turn to lay on my back as fast as I can to get my weight off my wrist. "I've shown you what I can do. i cut loose all those people, all those little problems, even thirty million quid just to get you to come out and play." James says. The man that James is taunting flickers to his friend before flickering back to James. "So take this as a friendly warning, my dear. Back off." I watch as he smiles before he continues to taunt the man if front of me. "Although I have loved this - this little game of ours. Playing Jim from I.T. Playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?" James said, is voice going from an Irish accent to a British and back to the Irish accent. "People have died." The man in front of me said before James spoke yet again. "That's what people DO!" He says, screaming the last part, causing me to flinch slightly. "I will stop you." The man in front of me spoke, softly. "No you won't" James answers, calmly. The man with the curly hair looks to his friend before talking to him. "You all right?" His friend didn't answer, probably because James gave him instructions not too. I look over at the man in the big coat and realized he had a bomb strapped to his chest with a red dot bouncing around. My gaze was quickly diverted by movement. James had moved to be standing by the man with the coat. "You can talk, Johnny-boy. Go ahead." James said. The man didn't speak he only nodded to the curly haired man, before the curly haired man removed a hand from the pistol and held out a memory stick. "Take it." He says. "Huh? Oh! That!" James says before walking forward and reached out to grab the memory stick. "The missile plans!" He added before taking the stick, kissing it, then lowers it again. Behind him the man is whispering to himself. "Boring!" James says in a sing-song voice. He shakes his head. "I could have got them anywhere." He continues before tossing the stick into the pool, and without a thought, I slip out of my coat and launch myself into the pool.

The moment I hit the water I regretted it. Because I could not swim. For a second I internally panicked before calming down and looking around for the memory stick. Upon finding it, I kicked my legs towards it and used my arms to help propel myself towards it. After a few more kicks I made it to the stick and was feeling light headed from holding my breath, reaching out one hand I grabbed it. I looked towards the surface and and kicked to reach the surface. With a few more kicks, I made it towards the surface. Breaking through, I took a soundless deep breath, before swimming towards the nearest ladder which happened to be on the far side of the pool. I quickly swam towards in and climbed up, and pretty much ran to one of the corners of a changing cubicle and sat down to continue to catch my breath. Suddenly James voice breaks through my head. "Westwood!" He says, causing my head to snap up and everything that just happened return. The curly haired man still had his pistol aimed at James head. "D'you know what happens if you don't leave me alone, Sherlock, to you?" The whom I presume is Sherlock responds soundly bored. "Oh, let me guess: I get killed." I don't look up, I just hug myself even more then I was. "Kill you? N-no, don't be obvious. I mean, I'm gonna kill you anyway some day. I don't wanna rush it, though. I'm saving it up for something special. No-no-no-no-no. If you don't stop prying, I'll burn you." There's a small pause before he continues. "I'll burn the heart out of you." He adds before Sherlock speaks, softly. " I have been reliably informed that I don't have one." "But we both know that's not quite true." Once again there's a pause. "Well, I'd better be off." James says before theres is a pause again. "Well, so nice to have had a proper chat." Pause...again. "What if I shoot you now - right now?" That caused me to look up. "Then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face." James opens his mouth wide as if to show he was surprised, before he grins. "Cause I'd be surprise, Sherlock; really I would." James makes a face before talking again. "And just a teensy bit disappointed. And of course you wouldn't be able to cherish it for very long." Slowly James turns to leave. He looks at me and smirks, only causing me to slowly curl up into my ball. "Ciao, Sherlock Holmes." That name!

My mother scoffed, before speaking. "What do you want?" She asked. "Ah, yes, I think your daughter may be useful to me, depending on who her father is." The man said getting down to business. "Her father?!" Mother exclaimed. "That good-for-nothing!" She screamed, causing my to shrink further into my corner. To my surprise the man didn't even flinch. "What is his name?" He asked calmly. Mother laughed. "Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes." She said, laughing maniacally. I turned my head to the man and watched as a smirk spread across his face. "£1,000." The man spoke. A sick smile spread across mother's face. "1,300." She countered. "1,200." He responded. "1,500. Take it or leave it." Mother said, ending the deal. The mans smirk grew wider. "Deal." He spoke, holding out his hand to give a hand shake. Mother's hand shot out to take his.

I was snapped out of the memory by James' high pitched voice. "No you won't! Goodbye Kitten" He said before the door closed signaling his exist. Only then did I release the breath that I had been holding without realizing it. I block out all noises and just watch. Sherlock rips off the vest/bomb/coat off his friend, before throwing it as far as he could. Sherlock's friend reaches up and takes the earpiece from his ear. Sherlock stares at him for a second before rushing towards the pistol, which he had dropped on the floor the moment James had left. Once he picked it up he raced towards the door where James left, and disappeared. My gaze shifted to his friend who's knees buckled and he stumbles toward the edge of a changing cubicle, he drops to the ground and braced himself up against it, trying to calm himself down. Suddenly, Sherlock comes back and begins to pace up and down near his friend scratching his head with a loaded and cocked pistol. While Sherlock paces his friend talks but I don't hear a thing. But whatever Sherlock's friend said made him drop the gun slightly and look at him. They grin at each other, then the friend gets ready to stand then suddenly a flash of red land on them. I look down quickly and realize there is one on me as well. Oh sh-

My thoughts were interrupted by the door at the far end of the pool opening. "Sorry, boys and girl! I'm soooooo changeable!" James says cheerfully as he walks back in. I whimper quietly before scrambling to my feet. James spreads his arms wide before talking. "It is a weakness with me but, to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness." He lowers his arms and places them in his pocket. Sherlock looks to his friend who meets his gaze at the same time. "You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't. I would try to convince you but...everything I have to say had already crossed your mind." James spoke, his voice in a sing-song way. Sherlock looks down at his friend who nods before giving me a fleeting glance. Just do it! I practically screamed in my head. Sherlock slowly turns toward James. "Probably my answer has crossed yours." He says before raising the pistol and aiming at James, he only smirked as if he had no worry in the world. That quickly changed as Sherlock lowered the pistol to aim at the bomb. Well, that works... I thought, before preparing myself for the gun to go off...it never did.

Before Sherlock even pulled the trigger, music filled the room. Stayin' Alive By The Bee Gees. I knew it came from James' phone because he got calls and that song would play, but Sherlock and his friend looked around in confusion while James just rolls his eyes. "D'you mind if I get that?" He asked. "No, no, please. You've got the rest of your life." Sherlock said in a nonchalant manner. James replies by taking out his phone and answering it. "...Yes, of course it is. What do you want?" He asked into the phone, before looking at Sherlock and mouthing 'Sorry' who replies by mouthing 'Oh, it's fine' back. James rolls his eyes as he listens to who is on the other side of the phone. He turns away, before suddenly turning back and screaming into the phone. "SAY THAT AGAIN!" Sherlock's friend jumps slightly while Sherlock just frowns. "Say that again, and know that if you're lying to me, I will find you and skin you." James continued hissing out the 's' of 'skin'. "Wait." James lowers the phone and walks forward, only to stop at the jacket when Sherlock readjusts his grip on the gun. He looks at the floor then back up at Sherlock. "Sorry. Wrong day to die." He says. "Oh. Did you get a better offer?" Sherlock asks casually. James just looks down at the phone then begins to walk away. "You'll be hearing from me, Sherlock." James spoke as he walks back towards the door he came from, as he lifted the phone back to his ear. "So if you say what you say you have, I will make you rich. If you don't, I'll make you into shoes." He continues to talk into the phone, then upon reaching the door, he raises his free hand and with a click of his fingers the sniper lasers are gone. I a sigh of relief when James fully walks out of the door and out of sight.

My head drops into my lap as all the stress of the last few minutes finally settles in. I only listen to the conversation Sherlock and his friend have. "What happened there?" His friend asked. "Someone changed his mind. The question is: who?" Sherlock answered, before it when quiet. I didn't even know they were standing next to me until someone dropped my coat on my shoulders. I had thought they had left me. But when I felt the weight of the coat, my head came up slowly and I watched as Sherlock's friend stood up. I gulped before nodding my head in thanks and pulled it closer with my left hand, due to my right being broke. Speaking of my right, I looked down and found the memory stick resting in my hand, I reached down and plucked it up and held it out. They both had the same look of shock on their face, before Sherlock reached down and took it. "Thank you." His friend said. I just nodded before looking down in my lap. "You want to come with us?" Sherlock's friend questioned, causing my head to shoot up. I looked at him with surprise...he probably only saw a blank expression. I looked from him to Sherlock. My eyes rested on Sherlock because he hasn't said a single word. For all I know, he doesn't want me, and will leave me there. But what he does next surprised me greatly. He held out his hand, I gasped silently before reaching out and taking his hand. I nodded to him once I was up before quickly letting go. "I'll catch a cab." Sherlock's friend said before heading towards the door. Sherlock nodded before he started walking. As for me, I slipped my coat back on, and limped towards the door. I'm guessing Sherlock expected me to walk beside him because he suddenly turned around and spoke. "Do hurry-" He cut himself off when he saw me walking. Startled, I stopped walking which caused me to put weight on my sprained ankle. I opened my mouth in a silent yelp, before my knees buckled and I fell towards the hard ground. To my surprise, I didn't the ground, instead, I fell into someones arms. I looked up and found myself looking to familiar eyes. It took me one a second to realize that I was being held up, so I quickly pushed myself and put as much space between us as possible. "I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're afraid of." Sherlock said. I just stared at him. He rolled his eyes before taking a small step closer and reaching out and lifting me off the ground. My eyes widened, but it took me until we got to the door to actually relax. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I listened to the door be opened and then cold London air hit my face. I took a deep breath, enjoying the fact that I was out in the world again. It was also quiet....except an occasional car driving past. But that silence was broken by Sherlock's baritone voice. "Sprained ankle." He said as if it wasn't a big deal. I opened my eyes and saw his friend had a questioning look on his face, which then turned into understanding. Everything after that was pretty normal. I got put in the cab, I got the far window, Sherlock ended up getting stuck in the middle after as small argument between him and his friend. Sherlock told the cabbie the address and away we went. My new life had started out alright...but what would happen after that?

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A/N: So! What do ya think? Yay or Nay? I did my best...I'm proud I did my best even if it's not my best writing! I'm so glad you guys like it and I'm glad people are reading it! Anyway, vote...comment, whatever. Love you all!

-Rae