I know James is a little OOC, but I just wanted to show a possible nicer side to his character in this second part of the imagine. I always seem to have a soft spot for the bad guys and like to think that even in the darkest hearts, there is still enough power in love to make them something better than what they have become, a silly idea, but one I believe in. I hope you still enjoy, and I will be finishing it off in a third part.

"Mrs Hudson." (Y/n) yelled out as she rushed back into Baker Street, running into the shocked older woman's arms.

"What is it dear, is everything alright, are you hurt?" The concerned Mrs Hudson asked, confused by (Y/n) huge smile.

"Oh, Mrs Hudson, I don't think I've ever been better." (Y/n) said with a happy sigh as the old lady finally gave her a knowing look.

"What's his name?" Mrs Hudson chuckled, as she sat (Y/n) down and handed her a cup of tea.

"His name is Jim, and I met him at the museum; you should see him Mrs Hudson, he's so handsome, he has black hair and deep dark eyes, and the cutest mischievous smile you could ever wish to see." (Y/n) explained, as she bounced up and down excitedly on the sofa.

"He took me for coffee, and we've done nothing but talk; it was like we had known one another for years, like he knew me." (Y/n) cooed happily, her facing turning to a scowl when she heard her brothers coming down the stairs.

"Please don't tell Sherlock of Mycroft about this, they will never let me see him again, especially not at the moment; either that or Mycroft will have him followed, and Sherlock will do that terrible thing he does by deducing Jim's deepest darkest secrets, that, and I already promised Jim that I would see him again on Friday." (Y/n) pleaded, gripping tightly onto the older ladies' hands.

Mrs. Hudson looked at the youngest Holmes, she hadn't seen (Y/n) this happy since she had been there, and who was she to deny her a chance at love.

"Of course my dear, my lips are sealed." Mrs Hudson's said, giving (Y/n) a wink as Sherlock closely followed by Mycroft, seemed to burst into Mrs Hudson's rooms.

"Where have you been?" Sherlock asked angrily, as he and the more stoic Mycroft came to stand in front of (Y/n).

"You know exactly where I have been, or does that supposed enormous brain of yours not take in such simple information? I was at the British Museum, then I went for coffee, and now I am here." (Y/n) almost growled, as she looked up at Sherlock, crossing her arms defiantly.

"I think what Sherlock means, (Y/n), is that we were worried about you, and wished that you had at least could have sent one of us a message to let us know that you were well." A calmer Mycroft said, himself secretly relieved that (Y/n) was back at Baker Street safely.

"I didn't send you a message because I wanted to be alone, and I am sure that if you were all that concerned, Mycroft, then you would have been able to locate me. As much as I love the pair of you, I don't think I can take being locked up like a prisoner any longer, it feels like I'm the one that's done something wrong, that I'm being punished, and I hate it. The letters have stopped, and I think its about time that I moved out, maybe I'll try and find somewhere near here, but I want my life back." (Y/n) said, as she got up and kissed both men on the cheek.

"I know you want the best for me, I know you want to protect me, but I can't live in a bubble for the rest of my life; I'm sure that this man, whoever he is, has got bored, and I am sure that Sherlock would like to have his flat back to himself, so from tomorrow, I will be looking for somewhere to move into, I won't go back to the country so at least I will be near you both, but I can't do this anymore." (Y/n) told her brothers, as the softer side of Mycroft emerged, and he took her into his arms.

"I will make sure that you have somewhere by this time tomorrow, (Y/n); and you're right, you are a Holmes, and Holmes' need their space." Mycroft said, placing a kiss to the top of her head, choosing to ignore the curious look from Mrs Hudson who had never seen the oldest Holmes let out any kind of emotion.

"Thank you, Mycroft, I always knew that I had the best big brothers in the world." (Y/n) said, as she left Mycroft to embrace a slightly tenser Sherlock, before she rushed off to his apartment to pack her things.

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Jim looked down at the naked woman in his arms, both of their bodies were drenched in sweat and gasping for air; this was not what he had had planned, not at all.

When he had first had the notes sent, he did it in hopes of drawing out the most vulnerable of the Holmes siblings, the one that he had been informed was the apple of both her brother's eyes. He had instructed his men to send the messages from all over the country, taking as much care as possible not to leave anything on the notes that would assist Sherlock in finding the culprits, something that he took a great delight in achieving.

He had never seen (Y/n) Holmes or really cared, all he wanted to do was use her to punish his nemesis as much as possible; but when he had had that "chance meeting" that day at the museum, he was taken in by not only her undeniable beauty and grace, but also her typical Holmes intelligence.

Jim had expected her to be cold and standoffish like her brothers, but nothing could be further from the truth, she was sweet and kind, and had somehow, without the great James Moriarty realising it, done more damage to him than either of her brothers could ever dream, for she had made his cold crazy heart beat, and she had made him love her.

It had been months since the meeting in the museum, and both of them had done their best to keep the blossoming relationship quiet for their own reasons; Jim in particular feared not only for his reputation, but also he feared that if one of his enemies found out about her, then he knew that she would be in danger.

"The letters have started again." (Y/n) said quietly, as a highly confused Jim looked down at her, he had not given instructions to anyone to start the notes again, in fact all his men were under strict instructions to leave (Y/n) alone.

"What do you mean?" Jim asked, brushing (Y/n)'s damp hair from her face, his thumb brushing softly over her cheek.

"I got the first new one the other day, but these are worse than the others." (Y/n) told him, reaching over to the set of draws by the side of the bed, pulling out a note and handing it to Jim.

James grew wide eyed as he read the words that were scrawled onto the paper, words that were far beyond anything he had had written, and Jim found himself beginning to grow concerned, now he knew he had to do all he could to find the man responsible.

"Have you told your brothers about this?" Jim asked, not knowing whether to feel relieved or concerned when (Y/n) shook her head.

"No, I know what would happen if I did, Sherlock would have me back at Baker Street not allowing me out of his sight, either that or I'm sure Mycroft would have me locked up in some secret government facility somewhere never to see the light of day again; if they did that I wouldn't be able to see you, and I can't have that." (Y/n) said, as Jim pulled her into his side.

"Don't worry (Y/n), I'll take care of it." Jim whispered softly, as he kissed her on top of the head, knowing that when he found the man responsible for this, he would take great delight in killing them in the most painful way possible.

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"What do you mean, she's in hospital?" Jim shouted, as Seb stood before him.

"I only just found out, by all accounts she was attacked last night on her way back from seeing her brother, someone beat her up and broke her arm; police said if it wasn't for the fact that the guy had been disturbed, it could have been much worse." Seb told Jim, who by now was angrier than he had ever been.

"Where is she now." Jim growled, dropping into the big chair behind his desk.

"She's in Saint Georges, Lestrade, her brothers and Doctor Watson are all with her." Seb said, as he looked at the vein throb in his bosses temple; he was the only one that knew of the relationship between Moriarty and the youngest Holmes, to begin with he had thought that it was just another way for Jim to get at Sherlock, but now, as he looked at the murderous look on Moriarty's face, he knew that this was far from any kind of ploy.

"Do whatever it takes, but I want this man found, and when he is, I want him brought to me." Jim told Seb as he got to his feet, grabbing his large overcoat and making his way to leave his office.

"But for now, you can take me to the hospital." Jim told Seb as he made his way though the door.

"But boss, the police, her brothers......." Seb began, only to be interrupted by a glare from Jim.

"I don't care, I have to see her." Jim said, ignoring Seb's pleas as they made their way to the car.