"Did I do it? Did I get around the amazing Sherlock Holmes?" Sarah asked.

"You bitch" John muttered through gritted teeth.

"Not the worst thing she's been called John" Moriarty said.

"I don't like it." Lestrade said

"What?" Molly asked.

"This! It's wrong!"

"Oh, it's not, you may not believe it, but it is correct, do you really think James could come up with all of this on his own?" Sarah laughed.

"Hey! Actually, you're right"

"I just don't understand why" John said.

"Well it's obvious isn't it? She's a psychopathic bitch" Sherlock spat.

"Woah there Sherlock, that's a little harsh" Molly stepped in.

"How do we know this is her, and not another one of  Moriarty's games?" She continued.

"Don't you get it Molly?" Sherlock scoffed, getting closer to Molly, in what appeared to be an intimidating way, but Molly knew him well enough to know he wouldn't hurt her, this was just his way to show his aggravation.

"It was a Moriarty game, just not a James Moriarty game! Don't you dare tell me I'm being harsh, when she is very clearly a sick human being. She set all of this up, blamed it all on Jim. She's been messing with my head, and playing games with all of us for years. We thought he was bad, oh, but she's worse than him, so much worse! Shit, shit, shit! How could I let her get into my head like this, how didn't I figure it out? How could I let-" Sherlock started.

And he stopped his sentence there. A red mist blew over his cheeks and was gone as quickly as it was there.

"There something you'd like to share with the group, Sherley? Or should I?" Sarah smirked.

"What did I tell you? What did you tell me? Why can't I remember what was said?" Sherlock shouted, getting close to Sarah's face.

None of the people in this room, no matter how long they had known Sherlock, had heard this kind of frustration and anger in his voice. Never had they seen the hatred in his eyes, and never had they seen him physically shake with anger, even Jim himself, a maniac with no sense of right or wrong, or the correct thing to do in situations, knew in this moment that his beloved sister had gone too far and to stay out of the scene that was about to unfold in front of them.

The room fell silent and all that could be heard was breathing. The scared breaths of Sherlock's friends, the fearful, sharp intake of breath from Jim, the irked breath of Sherlock, and through all of this, the scariest breathing pattern of them all was Sarah; calm.

"Tell me!" He yelled.

Sarah looked unafraid, not only that, but unimpressed. A smile spread across her face as she stepped back and began to laugh.

"Sherlock that's not how we do it here. You want information, you play the game, you pay the price" She announced and then stepping closer to him she whispered:

"And you know more than anyone, that for information, you have to pay a price." This sentence bounced off the walls, as a ball does when thrown correctly.

Sherlock hung his head in shame for only a second, then reasserted his strong facade.

"Wh-What do you mean?" Sherlock muttered, clearly knowing what she meant.

"Paul Fawne"

"How do you know that name?" Lestrade demanded, getting his courage back suddenly.

Sarah turned to face him.

"Oh yeah, you know the price of information too." She sang, a soft, yet evil grin ruining her perfect mask of a face.

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YOOOOOOO LADSSSSS,

Sorry it's been so long, I've been  very busy lately but I'm back (for now!)

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