Jim Moriarty walked down the gavel path toward his top secret base.

His shiny black shoes tapped against the walkway and he stopped at the guard station and took off his sunglasses.

"Open Sesame" He said taking off his sunglasses and shoving them into his pocket. 

"I'm afraid we can't do that sir." The guard replied stone faced. 

"Why the Hell not?!" Jim glowered.  

"We already checked you in... three hours ago." The guard replied scratching the back of his neck.

"WhAt?!" Jim exclaimed.

"You had your card and everything!" The guard replied defensively. 

"You IMBECILE!" Jim screamed.

"Pardon me?" The guard squeaked. 

"It's Keyland she must have snuck in... clever girl." Jim smirked. 

"If you are the real Jim Moriarty, where is your card?" The guard asked uncertainly.

"I already told you... but did you listen?" Jim's eyes turned cold as he looked at the guard. "What is your name Boy?"

"Simon." The guard replied. 

"Listen here Simon, you are a nice guy, do you have a family?" Jim smiled threateningly. 

"I'd rather not answer that sir." Simon replied. 

"So you do... A wife? Children?" Jim smiled fire in his eyes. 

The guard gulped.

"Never you mind... I'll find out. And when I do, I'll kill them in front of you, s l o w l y." Jim said with a wilted smile.

"I cant let you in without the card." The guard insisted. 

"Listen! Keyland Jones stole my card! I only ask one thing of you... Let. me. in..." Jim nodded. 

"What's the password?" The guard asked finally. 

"Carl. Powers." Jim replied cuttingly. 

The massive metal door swung open.

"Thank you Simon... I'm sure your wife will be very happy." Jim smiled as he sauntered toward the doors. 

The man nodded curtly.

Moriarty walked into the high tech base and smiled as he saw the retinal and finger print scans.

"Easy Peasy."  Jim smirked. 

"It's kind of irritating how well you do that voice."

Jim shrugged in response to the voice in his head.

He made it through the scans easily and soon he was headed down the long hallway ... to his prey... Sherlock.

Twenty Four steps left.

Twenty three ..

Twenty Two...

"Hey boss." Moran smiled walking toward Jim at breakneck speed. 

"Moran! What are you doing away from your post?" Jim barked. 

"Smoke break." Moran smiled lighting a cigarette as Jim nodded.

"Ah." Jim replied resisting the urge to cough. 

"When did you change your tie?" Moran observed. 

"What are you talking about?" Jim glared. 

"Your tie... you wore a plain black one to work today... as security so Keyland would make a single mistake."

Jim's voice faltered.

"Hello Sebastian..." She... I smiled.

"Keyland." Sebby nodded. 

He swung his massive arm toward me but I moved quickly... even in my stolen suit. I dug the ring out of the pocket of my pants and pricked the man's neck causing him to fall immediately into a deep sleep.

"Thank you Sebastian." I smiled as I relieved him of his black tie.

"Boss?" A very shocked voice called me out of my reverie as I pulled the tie over my head and tightened it. 

"Liem!" I exclaimed. 

Liem's eyebrows shot up. I quickly regained my 'Jimmy' voice as I addressed the body on the floor.

"Sebastian here... had a bit of a run in with your little friend." I lied smoothly. 

"Keyland is here?!" Liem said with a hardly hidden smile.

"Don't get so excited, In a moment I'll have you start the car... hang tight, oh and deal with this please." I replied gesturing to Sebby's body.

I made my way to where I know they were holding Sherlock.

And pushed open the doors dramatically.

The men standing around Sherlock look up at me from where they are punching his ribs.

"Leave us." I demand in Jim's voice.

"Boss?"  The one thug asked confusedly.

I look at Sherlock's bleeding body. 

"Leave us... and let me have a turn. You didn't think I'd let you boys have all the fun did you?" I cover.

"What happened with the girl? Did you get her?" Thug number two smiles a sickening smile. 

"Keyland? Well yeah... didn't you get my message?" I ask. 

"The comms. aren't working sir." Thug number one replied.

(-Thank you Juniper-)

"Their not? Then why are you standing here? You should be figuring out if there are more people coming to rescue her! Hurry up!" I barked. The men stepped away from Sherlock. 

"But what about him?" Thug number three asked.

"I'll take care of Sherlock Holmes. Now GO!" I yelled. 

"Yes sir!" They replied in unison rushing past me out the door.

I close the doors one-handedly. 

I stalk over to Sherlock getting down on my knees to look him in the eye.

He looks up at me with fire in his eyes.

"Hello Holmes~" I say as I wait for the cameras in this room to be disabled by Juniper.

"What the Hell did you do to her? Where is Keyland." Sherlock rumbles like lightning about to strike. 

"Where is she?" I ask mockingly as the red lights next to the cameras turn off. "I'd thought you would would know, you being so smart and all."

"Where. is. she?" Sherlock grits out through the pain. 

"Keyland! Moriarty is on his way!" Fi announced through my earbud. 

I scoff and walk over to the throne that Moriarty had set up.

"Don't you worry, Keyland is safe." I reply taking out a knife and playing with it. 

"What have you done with her?!" Sherlock growls. 

I smile at him.

He spits at me and I note the blood in his saliva.

Suddenly, the door opens violently banging off the wall. I sit in the throne hidden in the shadows.

"Holmes are you still here?" A familiar voice growls.

I slip the knife back into my pocket. 

Sherlock's eyes widen, as Moriarty steps into the light.

"What?" Jim asks in response to Sherlock's shocked face.

"Didn't you just sit down?" Sherlock asks looking toward the throne. 

Jim's eyes widen and he draws his gun pointing it at me as he makes his way to the light-switch.

I smile at him as the florescent lighting illuminates my chair.

"What the Hell?!" Jim exclaims.

"It's never twins!" Sherlock murmurs as he stares at me. 

"Who the hell are you?!" Jim asks demanding. 

"Jim Moriarty! Hi~" I mimic.

Jim's jaw drops, his grip on his gun tightening. "You have three seconds to explain yourself before I shoot you." He threatens. 

"Okay okay!" I say putting my hands up. "...You know, I've been meaning to tell you boys--" I say as I slowly pull off my wig and hairnet. "-- You're not very observant..." I pull off the silicone mask with Moriarty's face on it.

Sherlock starts laughing, a rasping rattling noise. "Keyland you clever girl." He smiles. 

Moriarty smiles a cruel smile and backhands Sherlock across his face.

I struggle to keep my composure.

Jim grins at me making his way to where I stand in-front of the throne.

"Keyland~. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Jim purrs. 

"I have a proposal for you." I remark offhandedly as I put on some bright red lipstick.

"I'm listening~" He smiles.

"I've been remembering..." I lie. 

"You have?" He asks hopefully. 
"Yes. I remember everything." I smile. 

"Everything?" Jim smiles. 

"Yes..." I breathe

"And?" Jim asks. 

"And ... I want to stay with you." I say softly.

Sherlock gasps. I ignore him.

Jim scoffs.

"I'm serious." I reply vehemently. 

"Forgive me Angel, if I don't exactly believe you."

"No I really am serious." I deny.

"Prove it."

His hand goes to give me the gun, I make my way to him ignoring the gun in his hand. His eyes widen as I bring myself closer to him. My lips meeting his.

"Keyland! DON'T!"Sherlock screams. 

Jim wraps his arms around my waist.

Sherlock struggles to get out of his chair, and Jim starts to stop moving.

I pull away from him, wiping my mouth and spitting on the ground as I watch the poison take full effect.

He slumps into the chair his eyes open in permanent shock.

I grab his car keys from his pocket, and rush over to Sherlock.

"Sherlock .... Oh Sherlock are you okay?!" I gasp as I look him over. 

"Keyland you kissed him! why did you-"

"I couldn't marry him if he was the last person on earth. But I knew the only way to save you was to get the botulinum into his system." I say as I cut his bindings with my knife.

"But you kissed him." Sherlock repeats dumbly.

It's then I realize they might have drugged him. "Can you stand?" I ask. 

I think so." He replies.

"Lets go." I reply dragging Jim by his foot and Helping Sherlock to the door.