Look out for the <> for when to listen to the song!

"Rori, now before you freak out, I need you to do one thing for me," Moriarty voice rang out. 

The first thing I was aware of was a bag over my head covering my vision. I tried to move my hands to take off the bag but I felt rope dig into my hands behind my back. I started to fiddle with the rope that tied my hands together and I felt the bands loosen. 

I could hear a roar of something as the drugs started to wear off. I was on a train maybe? I was by a train passing. No this was a constant sound, I was on a train. Going somewhere far from London, I knew it by the smell of the air. It was clear and fresh not like the city air. Where could I be going? I would guess north of England, it already felt colder.

"If you took this bag off my head I won't freak out," I said but felt my words slur in my mouth, the drugs still had some effect on me.

He chuckled. "No, you see this is all part of the game. Like I said before you are an important part of this game we're playing. You're going to tell dear old Sherlock that I'm back and I want to meet. No back up though, I don't want our party to be crashed by some strangers."

I didn't understand why I had such an important place in his plan. I was caught in this game whether I liked it or not. And unlike Zane's games I had a feeling that Moriarty would be less merciful. "Where do you want him to meet you at?" I asked, trying to play into his game.

"Here's a paper." I felt something get slid into my hand. It felt like plastic in my cold hands.  "I hope you can swim." He ripped the bag off my head and opened the door to the train car. I looked around the freight train cab quickly then to Moriarty, knowing that I was so close to killing him but yet so far. He smiled at me, knowing what I was thinking. And without saying anything more, he shoved me out the train door.

I don't know how long the drop was but before I knew it, I was submerged in freezing water. I struggled to get my wrists free from the rope that tied them together as I sank deeper into the water. Quickly, I managed to get them feel then swam to the surface. I coughed out water that was stuck in my air way as I looked around to see that I was in a large lake, surrounded by tree. I was in the country somewhere.

I looked above me to see a bridge. I fell from that. It was at least a 30-foot drop.  I shivered and knew that I had to get out of the water before I froze. I swam to the shore and looked at the laminated paper in my hand that Moriarty gave me. He planned on pushing me into the water. He wanted me to get wet but keep the paper intact.    

Earling road Tim's flowers in October 15th 5:30. The paper read.

That was three days from now. He wanted a lot of people around since that was rush hour and that spot was right off the tube. He must not want to make a scene and with all those people, that was a smart idea. 

I remember going to that same flower shop just a few days ago. I picked up some flowers for Miss Hudson when Kale was still around. Moriarty has been watching me for a long time. He knew I went there. He knew Kale was with me. He probably knew when I went back to London. I had been followed from the start.

I shivered again, feeling my wet clothes cool me even more by the second. I looked out into the distance to see the sun starting to set. I was going to freeze out here if I didn't make a plan. I needed to find somewhere to stay before the sun went down. 

I wondered how far I was from London at this point. I thought it was probably the same day. If so, I had to be on the train for at least an hour maybe two before I got here. If that case, I was very far from London.

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 I walked through bushes and trees two days later. My clothes were damp from rain that happened earlier that day and my pants and shirt were completely torn and muddy. My legs were too tired to move but I forced them to go onward. I walked all day yesterday and half the night last night. The Sun had set maybe an hour ago and I still hadn't come across a road or a house or any other signs of civilization. I felt like I was the only person in the world. No one was looking for me. No one probably noticed that I was gone. If they did, they would have found me by now. 

I took a seat on the ground and shrived. I felt my stomach rumble I had barely any food these past two days and it was taking a toll on me. I stood up and forced myself to take more steps onward.

I looked ahead to see if I could see any light coming from ahead. Nothing but darkness. I didn't even know if I was walking in a straight line anymore. For all I knew I could have been walking in circles.

I collapsed on the ground, knowing that I wouldn't be able to go any farther. Trying to melt my worries, I looked up at the bright and shining stars. It was cloudless, allowing me to see so many out here, more than I could in London. 

I left my body melt into the ground. I was exhausted. I needed to rest just a little. I hugged myself as if that would help the frozen feeling I had. Too worn out to build a fire, I stayed still, refusing to move and all too quickly, I drifted off into the darkness.

I woke up freezing, more freezing than I was when I went to sleep. I looked around myself to see that dark clouds came in to cover the stars. I felt a drop of water hit my cheek and another hit my forehead.

I rolled over from the ground and pushed myself against the nearest tree for cover just before it started to pour. I pulled my knees close to my body as I tried to warm myself as I listened to the water hit the ground. I always like the sound of rain, but I didn't want the sound now. It normally calmed me with it's steady sound hitting the ground. However now, it made the air cooler, and I was already so cold. If I didn't get warm, I was going to get hyperthermia.

I needed to get back to London before tomorrow at five but I didn't know how to get back. Why did he want me out this far? I wouldn't be able to get this message to Sherlock in time. In fact I'll probably never get this message to him. I shut my eyes for a second and just listened to the rain fall.

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"Come on," Marina said to me. I opened my eyes and saw Marina in front of me with a hand out. Her dirty face had firelight dance across it. Her appearance was wild but the look on her face was gentle. 

We had been out here in the middle of nowhere for a week and it was starting to show on everyone's face. We had to retreat into the woods to be safe from the enemy and now we were waiting for reinforcements for help. But I had a feeling that they would not come.

I frowned at her as I listened to the small band play a jolly jig. There was such a light airiness around the fire, although I did not want to feel it. We killed people today, many of them and it was no time to be happy. "I don't know," I said as I looked at it hesitantly as if it would bite me. I was a little too tired to dance. My body ached and my heart did as well.

She rolled her eyes at me and gave a small laugh. I didn't understand how she could be so cheerful after all that we went through. "It's just a dance," she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the log I was sitting on.

She spun me around to the beat of the music that was playing around us. Some of the soldiers brought out other instruments. Together they played music to lift the spirits. The jolly jig they were playing sounded like traveler music that I would hear in Ireland.  I grew up to this kind of music. I remembered late nights when Nan would take out her fiddle and play. The music seemed to lighten the atmosphere of the place that we were staying at.

By the end of the song I was about as giddy as the people playing the music. The smile on my face wasn't forced as I spun around one last time with Marina. The song died out into the night but Marina and I still danced, the music still in our minds. As the band started to pick up their instruments, ready to call it a night, I chuckled at nothing in particular then took a seat back down on the log and looked at Marina. She was giving me a look that I couldn't exactly read but it was cheerful.

"Music can lift the spirits when we are down. You don't even need a band. You can just sing a song," Marina said to me as she sat down on an open seat by the roaring fire. I put my hands out and felt the fire warm them. Being here with her made the nights not so bad. She started to hum a small song and then stopped to smile at me.

"Is that how you get through your days?"

She shrugged. "It helps." She then took out a metal flask and took a drink. "This helps too."  

I heard a crash of lighting then looked at the rain fall on the ground. The warmth of the fire and Marina were now gone. Leaving me alone with the rain. As the rain fell, it made a steady beat. I started to hum a song that I knew well, the one Marina sang to me. I hummed it through the rain. I got lost in the song, and the sounds until another crack of lighting rang through the sky. As the mood was killed, I shut my eyes again as I let myself drift off to sleep knowing that it would be better if I didn't wake up this time. 

"RORI!" I heard someone shouted my name.

My eyes snapped open, and I looked around into the dark. I waited for the sound again, but nothing came. It must have been my imagination. I closed my eyes again and heard, "RORI!?"

I opened my eyes again and squinted into the darkness hoping to find something. In the distance I saw a light flash, and then another one, and another.

There was a search party for me.

I smiled. They were looking for me. "I'M HERE!" I shouted but my voice came out not as loud as I wanted it to be.

"RORI! WHERE ARE YOU?" someone else called out, it was John's voice.

"I'M HERE!" I yelled, forcing myself to stand but clasped as soon as I stood. My legs felt like fawn's new legs, weak and shaky. My head was spinning. I sat back down, unable to hold my weight.

"RORI?" someone yelled with a flashlight. I saw the light come closer to me until it was right over me. I looked up at the black-haired man with dark clothes. I shield my eyes from the light as I looked at Sherlock's muddied shoes. "Goodness Rori."

As my eyes became adjusted to the light, I looked at him. I couldn't believe that he found me out in this waste land.

"JOHN! Come!" Sherlock shouted into the darkness. He then turned to me and asked, "Can you stand?"  

I knew I couldn't on my own. "Can you help me?" I asked as I held out my hand for him to take.

He pulled me up without wasting a second. My legs felt stiff but Sherlock wrapped his arm around my waist to hold me still. I held onto his arm as I tried to keep my world from spinning. 

"You found her," John said, out of breath to Sherlock as he ran over to us.

Sherlock let his hand drop from my waist for what ever reason. My support left and I instantly felt unstable.

"We've been looking out here for hours. I heard Mycroft say that he was going to call it for the night if we didn't find any sign of you within the next hour," John explained to me.

"Mycroft is here?" I asked, surprised that he would be. I thought he wanted me to die.

"Yes, out and looking as we speak. He made this search party."

"We should find him," Sherlock said, getting impatient. 

I nodded in approval. I wanted to get back as soon as possible. We had so many things to talk about. I took a couple steps forward but the ground seemed to move beneath my feet and I tripped on something causing me to fall but before I hit the ground, everything went dark. 

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I took a deep breath in and opened my eyes to see a small room painted an ugly shade of green. I looked at my hand to see an IV in it. I knew where I was and I wanted out. Just as I was about to rip it out of my hand, Sherlock walked in with John on his heels. "Good morning," John said cheerfully to me.

"Morning," I said with a gruff voice as I wiped some sleep from my eyes.

"How are you feeling?"

I was fairly alright. Just, "tired."

"Well rest up, we're taking you out this afternoon," he said with a friendly smile as he took a seat next to the bed.

I nodded and for a minute it was silent. I watched Sherlock stroll over to the one window the room had and look out it. John quickly pulled out his phone then put it back into his pocket. Checking the time.

My phone, I lost it. I felt my heart quicken and the machine next to me showed it. I had it when Moriarty took me. It must have fallen out. "My phone," I choked out as I looked at round the room. I needed that to hear Kale's voice on the other end. He centered me and without it I was a loose cannon. 

"Whoa, Rori, calm down," John said as he tried to comfort me.

I shook my head. I was not going to calm down until my phone was back in my possession. I was almost to the point of tears when Sherlock reached into his pocket and pulled out my beat-up phone. "We found it." He handed it to me.

I turned it on to see if it would work still. To my surprise it did. I held it to my chest and let out a sigh of relief. Kale was safe inside this phone. I felt my heart slow, everything was still ok. There was a minute of nothing spoken as we were alone in our thoughts. "I'm starting to think I'm more trouble then I'm worth."

"That's an idiotic notion," Sherlock said all too quickly.

"You will never be trouble for us," John said to me with a small smile.

I frowned, knowing that had to some kind of lie they made up. I was a mess and I wouldn't be able to be pieced back together fully. There was a minute of silence.  "Where did you find me?"

"Half way between London and Scotland. Around Yorkshire Dale national park."

That was why I couldn't find any signs of life. "Moriarty found me and drugged me, he pushed me off the train after I got the information that he wanted to give to you, Sherlock."

I heard John swear under his breath as he ran his fingers though his hair. Clearly upset or angry that someone like Moriarty would do such a thing. Sherlock's face was blank as always. He knew what Moriarty could do and wasn't surprised by any of this.  "What information did you get from him?"

I looked around the room to see my clothes folded nicely on one of the chairs. I pushed myself into a sitting position and tried to grab my clothes but they were a little too far to reach. "There is some paper in my pants. Moriarty said that it was just for Sherlock."

I watched Sherlock walk over to my clothes and rummage through them, looking for the paper that I knew was in my back pocket. He picked it up and read it. "This is today."

I nodded at him. Moriarty planned this. He wanted us to have no time to plan. He wanted us to go in blind. "Yes."

"Well let's get you out of here. We have some plans to make."