Stuck in a web {BBC Sherlock}

Traitor

I blinked open my eyes and found myself in a comfortable bed, surrounded by crisp white sheets and fluffy pillows. I frowned, This was not what I'd expected. I looked down, and found that I was no longer in my filthy blood caked clothes, but I was in a clean cotton night gown. I shivered at the though of someone random dressing me. My eyes scanned the small room, My bed took up at least half of it. On the other side was a TV. It was on.

I sat up and looked closer at the TV screen. It was 221B baker street, the screen split into four veiws so I could see the entirety of the kitchen and living room. I saw Martha asleep on the sofa, Sherlock and John talking quietly in their chairs.

The door of the room banged open and I stumbled backwards off the bed. Hands pulled me up, and I found myself back on the bed. Moriarty was sitting in the armchair. The man that lifted me went out, shutting the door behind him. But I could tell that he was waiting outside.

"Now, We can do this the easy way, Or the hard way." Moriarty said. I started to get scared again.

"Depends what each way involves"

"Well, the first involves you surrendering and the second involves me tearing you apart and then you surrendering."

"I'll never surrender."

"Won't you? ok then. Let's start this the hard way"

He reached for the remote and flicked the volume up on the tv. Martha was awake now. Moriarty pressed a button in his ear and said

"Go ahead." I frowned. Martha looked directly into one of the Camera's, and smiled.

"Sherlock," She said getting up and walking over to them "I have to tell you something, I don't think I should but it's just -." she started crying. John got up and put a hand on her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently.

"It's Jane." she sniffed "When she for there, it was like Moriarty was her friend. She, she h-hugged him."

Sherlock's eyes narrowed at her. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My own best friend, turned against me.

"They were talking about a plan, she was going to go with him to l-lure you and then - I don't know what the next bit was."

There goes any hope of escape

"I think we should tell the police or s-something" but Sherlock was already putting his coat on. He walked out the door With John close behind. As soon as they were gone, Martha stuck her tongue out at the camera and started laughing hysterically.

I shrunk back into the pillows. So, Martha, the only person that could ever mean anything to me had gone. I didn't care anymore.

"Wow, was that your big thing to crush me?" I laughed "Pfft. Yeah. Kiss my ass."

"If you want me to." Moriarty said stepping closer to me. I squirmed backwards.

"Ew, no. Pervert."

"Ah. But you're not wrong."

I shivered. Great, I was in a room with a perv who had a gun.

"Stay away from me." I warned

"Of course, that would be wrong. Incest and all."

I frowned. "Incest?" I said slowly

"Why of course, dear Sister."