Stuck in a web {BBC Sherlock}

Misunderstanding

I shoved my phone into my pocket and took a deep breath. I sat there for about 15 minutes, replaying the past hour in my head. I stood up, and tried to figure out where I was. Then it hit me.

This was the street where it had all started. I couldn't go back to Martha, the police would think I'd done it. I couldn't turn right, that's the way Mrs Mo went. My only option was to go straight and turn the corner. Onto Baker street.

I knocked on the brass handle and stood, waiting for Mrs Hudson to answer. But it wasn't Mrs Hudson who answered.

The woman was about John's height, with short blonde hair. Her belly was huge, she was obviously pregnant. Her eyes scanned me and widened at the blood, and my tear stained face.

"Are you Jane?" I nodded. She let me inside and I followed her up the stairs. As we reached the top I could hear voices.

"Sherlock, are you saying I did all that paperwork for no reason? That woman didn't need to bail her?"

"No."

"What you mean is that you were wrong."

"No it was just a misunderstanding."

"Sherlock!" Lestrade stopped as the woman in front of me walked in. She walked over and sat close to John. He held her hand. So this was his wife, I liked her.

I followed behind her, cowering slightly. Lestrade's eyes widened when he saw the red stain on my NASA tshirt. He placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you ok?" he said concerned. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked it.

"There's been a murder, a girl around 19, gunshot wound to the chest. There's a blood trail, My men are following it"

"No." I said, my voice wavering.

"What?" Sherlock said.

"No." I said more firmly "The blood trail, the blood trail will lead here."

"Jane?"

"I didn't kill her!" Tears started pouring down my face again. "She killed her. She Killed her!"

Everyone looked at me with wide eyes. I flubbed onto the sofa, trying to control myself.

"Who killed who?" Lestrade said sitting down next to me. Sherlock stared at me, his hands in his thinking position.

"My mum." I said

"I thought you were an orphan?" John said

"She found out, when Moriarty took her, that he was her brother and her mother, Samantha Moriarty, had killed their father."

"Mrs Mo, the orphanage lady." Sherlock said.

I nodded "I got out of the hospital, Martha was there. I was speaking to her, and then someone tried to shoot me so we ran into the alley and-" I couldn't speak any more. I put my head in he hands and shook.

"She took the bullet for you, you got away." Sherlock said. I nodded.

Lestrade stood up and straightened his jacket. "I have to go and file the report. Are you alright staying here?" I nodded. He left. John stood up, pulling his wife with him.

"We'd better go too. Jane, f it's ok with Sherlock and Ms Hudson you can use my room upstairs."

"Thank you." I said gratefully

"I'm Mary by the way." John's wife stood forward and smiled.

"Hi."

"We'll see you guys later." They left as well.

Sherlock didn't speak. He plucked on his violin strings, his eyes closed. I curled my knees into my chest. My phone bleeped. Sherlock opened one eye and closed it again. I reached into my pocket and pulley out my now very scuffed up iphone. It was a message from an anonymous number.

'I see your mother is trying to kill you now, shame. You have two people on your trail.'

Two people? Did that mean Moriarty was trying to kill me as well? I searched back at my recent messages and found the one from Moriarty. It was a different number. I saved his contact as 'Evil psychopath brother'. Fair enough Moriarty could have used another number, but he would have signed his name. I felt the phone taken out of my hands.

"That's not Moriarty." Sherlock said handing it back to me. "You have another person on your case."

"Why?" I said "Why would someone want to kill me?"

"Moriarty is a clever man, but he has lots of enemies. Now the world knows that he has a sister, they will use you against him."

"But he kidnapped me, he tortured me, why would he care?"

"Because family is all we have in this world." He closed his eyes again.

My mind replayed the story Moriarty ha told me about trying to kill me. He asked our Mother to save me from him. Maybe he did care. I decided to text him.

'So I got out of Jail.'

I regretted it as soon as I'd clicked send. Texting a psychopath that kidnapped you? Good decision Jane.

The reply came instantly.

'Yes. But it doesn't matter now. We have your Mothers trail, you can't stop me.'

'I don't want to stop you'

'Why?'

'She tried to kill me'

'WHAT'

wow. talk about concerned, he seemed outraged.

'Why would you care.'

'You're my sister, of course I care. Only I'm allowed to try and kill you'

'You're so nice.'

'I know.'

I decided to tell him about the other text.

'I got this too' I forwarded the message.

'Watch your back little sis.'

'Ok'

Was it weird that I felt happy at the conversation I'd just had? Will Sherlock be mad at me? I decided to tell him. After all, there was nothing to loose.

"Sherlock?" I said

"Mmh"

"I texted Moriarty."

He sat up straight and glared at me.

"You did What?"

Ok, maybe telling him was a bad idea.