I was woken up by a rather curt knock on the door. 

Moran has come to wake me up. 

"Keyland, there is something my boss needs you to see."

I rose with an immediate feeling of dread. I walked slowly to the doorway in a fog. God forbid this was what I thought it was.
And it was.
Moran led me down the stairs to a living room with a television that was playing the news.
'Genius Detective Proved to be a fraud.'

"No.No No NO NO NO!!!" I screamed as the news showed a brief photo of Sherlock's body.
And then I screamed. 

I screamed, and I screamed till I lost my voice.

"Keyland?!" Rachel said rushing into the room.
"NO SHERLOCK NO!" I yelled. I collapsed to the ground as some other burly men came into the room to help Moran take me up the stairs.

I do not remember anything from here on. But from the information volunteered by Rachel I have come to the conclusion that it was a month before Moriarty returned to ruin my life again.
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"Honey, I'm home!" Jim yelled into the foyer.
Sebastian came hurriedly down the hall.
"Boss I'm so glad you are here!" Sebby exclaimed.
"What's wrong is she okay?!" Jim asked worriedly.
"She hasn't been eating... At all." Sebastian said worriedly. 
"What?!" Jim exclaimed. 
"We have been giving her vitamins in her water, But...We think she is trying to..." Sebastian looked down at the ground. 
"To what?" Jim exclaimed impatiently. 
"To...Join Sherlock ..." Sebastian gulped. 

Jim's face contorted with rage.

"Well we cant have that. " Jim clipped. 

"I could make her eat..."He hummed thoughtfully.

"You could try..." Sebastian said awkwardly. 

Jim glared at Sebby.

"No offence boss but she will probably try to kill you. Or pass out from shock when she sees you are alive...She is in a fragile state right now..."Sebastian said scratching the back of his neck. 

"I don't care. I need to see her." Jim demanded. 

"Okay then I'll set up some supper. You..." Sebastian said gesturing to Jim's overall look. "Might want to change or something..."

Jim glanced down at his five day old hoodie.

"I'd like to see you look this good after being on the run for a month!!" Jim snapped. 

"Yeah yeah..." Sebastian said walking down the hallway. 

Moriarty took a sniff of his hoodie and wrinkled his nose in revulsion. 

'I need a shower...Badly.' He thought.

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A freshly showered Jim Moriarty sat at the head of his dining room table. He sipped from a cream colored teacup with little sculls on it. There was a kerfuffle in the hallway that caused him to look up from his phone. 

Sebastian came in winded and told him quickly. 

"She always freaks out like this when we try to move her...Can we give her a sedative?"

Jim looked out into the hallway worriedly.

"Sherlock!! Sherlock!NO SHERLOCK NO!!!!!!" Keyland's screams echoed in the large hallway. 

Jim wrinkled his nose in disgust. 

"Alright. Anything to help her calm down." He agreed. 

'And to stop her from saying his name...' Jim added internally. 

Sebastian gave Jim a curt nod then grabbed a syringe and walked purposefully into the hallway. 

"Sherlock....Sher...lo...." Keyland's cries died down as she was dragged into the room.

The two men who dragged her in set her down gently in the chair next to the head of the table...Next to Moriarty.

Jim watched her, interested to see her reaction. He noted how her usually sparkling brown eyes had glazed over and her hair was a mess. 

"Hey Angel..." He spoke softly.

Keyland stared straight ahead.

"Keyland?" Jim would give anything to know what was going on in her mind...

.

..

...

{K's P.O.V.}

I vaguely heard a voice calling to me out of the darkness.

"Keyland?" Jim said softly. 

Moriarty! I had to escape.

My eyes focused on the table in front of me. I dimly noted that there was a lovely steak meal in front of me...Complete with a steak knife. 

After a month of not eating I had to admit that the food was a lot less appealing than the knife. 

"Keyland Darling look at me." Jim demanded. 

I ignored the man, tears springing into my eyes.

"Look at me." He growled grabbing my chin and forcing my head to turn to him.

My eyes looked through him, my hand reaching slowly for the knife. 

"Keyland." He said ominously. I whimpered. My eyes finally focusing on him.

"Hey Sweetheart... Hey..." He soothed. 

"Richard?" I whisper. Looking at him like he might fade away.

"Hey honey... Oh Keyland..." He smiled drinking in my appearance. 

"You...You... Did you kill him?" I pant. His face falls. Replaced with a cruel mask.

"Yes. I did." He smiles.

The tears stream down my face. I glare at him with all the hatred in my soul. 

"Yes I did...I beat the great Sherlock Holmes...And you know what Angel?...It was easy...SO Easy!" Jim yells. I jump and He laughed cruelly. I start shaking at the mention of Sherlock's name. 

"Oh!?  You didn't like that did you?!" He hums. "Then you probably don't want to hear how he looked after the fall do you? All that blood!" He laughs gleefully. 

Well he started to laugh, then the pain of me stabbing him in the leg with the steak knife cut his laugh short. His eyes grow wide as I launch out of my chair at him clawing at his face like an animal. 

Suddenly. Two strong arms grab me around my waist and another needle is plunged into my neck. My body grows weak as the man hauls me to my feet.

Moriarty lays sprawled out on the floor with a victorious smile on his face. He grins at me then (With great difficulty) he stands up. I watch as the blood oozes out of the wound. He looks down at the knife sticking out of his leg then takes his hand and wipes some of the blood onto his fingers. He looks up at me again his cold brown eyes locking with mine. Then to my horror and revulsion he raises his bloody hand and strokes my face with it.

"Blood suits you Keyland, you ought to wear it more often." He says in a light tone. I vaguely wonder if he feels anything at all...

He turns to the man holding me and says.

"Take her to her room Sebastian..." Then as he turns back to me "I will see you later..." He draws a bloody finger over my lips, then with one parting nod to Sebastian he limps out of the room.

I gag as the blood drips down my face.

Sebastian's usually booming voice softens as he remarks.

"You are only making this harder for yourself Keyland. Moriarty always wins." He says softly. 

"Not this time..." I spat. 

Sebastian laughs.

"Sebastian?" I ask quietly.

"What?" He replies as we head toward the door. 

"Did you know Rachel is pregnant?" I say innocently. 

He spins me around so fast I almost throw up on him.

"She's what ?!" He exclaims. 

"Congratulations you are a father..." I say as I note a familiar shadow in the corner.

Sebastian's eyes went so wide it was almost comical. He released me to stand on my own... To his misfortune.

I used both of my hands, (and the last of my strength) and clapped him over his ears, hard. He immediately felt the repercussions, swaying dizzily, and as he was distracted I used my mother's ring to ultimately knock him out.  

His body hit the floor with a satisfying thud. 

I wobbled and was dimly thinking how I would join Sebby on the floor soon. When the familiar shadow scooped me up, bridal style.

"Liem!! You traitor!!" I spewed, hot tears falling down my face.

"Traitor or not you need my help... What do you want me to do?" He said rationally. 

"Take his keys and gun then get me the hell out of here." I said tiredly, looking down at Sebastian. 

Liem followed my instructions, and ran me out of the dining room through the living-room. 

Where Rachel sat on the couch reading a book.

"Rach!!" I exclaimed.

Liem knew what I meant and grabbed her by the hand dragging us out of the house. 

"Keyland?! Liem?!!" She exclaimed confusedly, running to keep up to Liem. 

"We will explain later!" Liem pants.

"What is going on here?" She asks, looking in horror at my blood covered face. 

"Rescue!!" I yell with the last ounce of my strength. 

He ran us toward Moran's truck. He throws me in the passenger seat and Rachel gets the keys tossed at her.

"Drive." He barks. 

"Why can't you?" She exclaimed. 

"Somebody has to use the gun." Liem said to her utter horror. 

...

And so that is how this story ends. Not the series, just this book.

A drugged psychiatrist sitting in the passenger seat of a truck, with a Pregnant Spanish woman driving, And an assassin in the truck bed shooting at the army of a wealthy psychopath...

Not a happy ending...

Not yet...

But sometimes happy endings can take a while...

Oh! And one more thing, for all of you people out there, don't give up hope,

 Because you may have heard about Richard Brooke, and how he is an actor paid by Sherlock Holmes.

You may think you know Jim Moriarty, from the newspapers, or the telly, but I tell you Jim Moriarty is just a front. Richard Brooke is real. I believe in Sherlock Holmes. I truly believe that he is alive...He cant be dead...he just can't.

                                                                                              -K

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A/N: Wowie guys! This series has been an undertaking! But SO FUN!!! Let me know what you think! And my next book should be out tomorrow!!! {I'm thinking of calling it Keyland, Unlocked... Or just Unlocked. .... IDK...} Okay that's it for now byee!!!