Chapter 1: The Lost
by Myshawolf (myshawolf at yahoo.com)
Myshawolf peeks out: Here is the sequel I promised for
"Masquerade". Same rules apply. Just remember this fic will be primarily
M/E with a nice helping of H/L. Fenwick is not as twisted in the fic,
because I think he would see Moriarty as a son and would be greatly
upset if anything were to happen to him. I may put up another chapter
to "Growing Pains" with Erika's childhood.
Nightmare: (rolls her eyes) Will you just them let go on with the story?
Damn woman, you talk too much.
MW: Tough luck. Remember I don't own a blessed thing except Erika.
Enjoy and on with the show!
Erika sat silently on the stage. Deftly, she laced up her ballet shoes
for rehearsal. Her long brown hair was piled on top of her head.
Heaving a sigh she blew a strand of hair from her face. As soon as she
was satisfied with the tightness of her laces, Erika stood up and
began to stretch her muscles. She found the flexibility was good for
her two roles that she played.
Erika relaxed her muscles and began to move through the steps of the
ballet she was in. Slowly she flowed across the stage showing off her
skill and balance. Her eyes were shut as she moved, proving her
mastery of the dance. As she began to spin, she felt a pair of hands
touch her waist. Erika's blue eyes flew open as she gazed in to a pair
of grey ones. Instantly she knew who the intruder was and smiled. Her
whole body relaxed as she dropped out of a ballerina's stance.
"Professor," Erika greeted gently, "What brings you to Paris?"
"Business." James Moriarty smiled, "But I wanted to see you first."
"Really?" Erika teased as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
It had been a year since they first met. Twelve months since Erika's
life changed drastically again, this time for the better. Now she was
a rising prima in the opera world. Inspector Beth Lestrade and she
talked on a daily basis -- granted, Lestrade never asked any questions
about Moriarty and Erika never mentioned him. Instead, Erika smiled as
Lestrade talked about Holmes and her recent caseload. Erika would try
to give information when she could.
More importantly, Professor James Moriarty had decided to stay in her
life. They were two of a kind. Erika was afraid he would force her to
choose between her duty and her heart. Instead, he understood and
worked towards a solution to their situation. Until then, they would
visit each other when they got a chance, like now.
Moriarty kissed her gently as they stood on the stage. It was a risk,
being in the open without a mask, but Nadir was buying him some time
before the company showed up. It seemed like they never had enough
time together. Moriarty pulled back and looked down at his angel.
"Really. Will you be home later?" Moriarty asked softly.
"Of course. You remember the way?" Erika smiled lightly.
Moriarty smiled, knowing that he put her in a light mood. "Naturally. I
will try to be there by nine but I don't know what this mysterious man
"What do you mean?"
"Fenwick received a request just last week for a meeting with me. I
don't know who I'm meeting with. The note was just signed C.S."
Moriarty shrugged until he noted Erika's concerned look, "Don't worry
about me. I can handle anything. After all, I am the Napoleon of Crime."
"I'll try not to."
"If you want," Moriarty compromised, knowing full well that she would
worry, "Fenwick is in town with me. He will know where I am at all
times. Contact him and he will tell you where I'm at."
"Thank you. I just worry when you put yourself in danger."
"I will be fine." Moriarty grinned as he stole a kiss from her. "I
must go. Nadir won't be able to hold off the company for much longer.
"Until tonight," Erika agreed as she watched him disappear into the
shadows. Erika smiled as she went back to doing her warmups. Suddenly
a cold feeling gripped her heart. It was the same feeling she had had the
day her father was murdered. Something horrible was going to happen.
Misery was coming around.
Chapter 1- The Lost
Holmes was standing in front of the fireplace, playing his newly
returned violin. He missed the sound of a real violin. It was nice to
hear "Ode to Joy" on the instrument it was meant to be played on.
Sherlock smiled as he deftly played the beautiful music. He must thank
Mademoiselle Noir for the wonderful gift next time she was in town
visiting. Through the music he heard the door open to his flat.
Ah, Lestrade, Holmes thought to himself. She must be
here for dinner.
Holmes finished up the chorus of the song before lowering his violin.
He looked up at his guest to see that it was indeed the Inspector. She
looked distinctly worried and nervous. Holmes frowned as he put down
"My dear Lestrade," Holmes began, "what is wrong?"
"There was a jailbreak from the Sussex County Prison," Lestrade
informed him as she handed him the file. "All the fugitives were
captured except one."
Holmes opened the folder and instantly knew the cause of her fear.
"Culverton Smith is on the loose, it seems."
"That's not all. A biotech company was robbed earlier this morning.
They were working some new nano-bot technology," Lestrade added.
"Holmes, he may be out for revenge."
Holmes thought about that possibility before suggesting, "I doubt he
would try anything immediately. But we should keep an eye on each
other and be wary of any gifts from unknown senders. I will have
Watson alert the Irregulars."
Lestrade nodded, looking more relieved. "I guess we can't do much
"We have to watch for his move."
Lestrade plopped herself into an armchair. "I guess so. Now what has
Watson made for dinner? I'm starved."
Holmes's amused laughter danced through the flat and down Baker
Erika was lightly dozing by the fire when the vid-phone began to beep.
She jumped up alert for any intruder. Noticing the vid-phone, Erika
sighed. She really needed to stop thinking that she was in constant
danger, now the Count was locked up. Erika walked over to the vid-phone.
Ayesha yeowed loudly from her spot on the piano. Erika didn't like the
sound of it. Ayesha never made that noise unless it was bad news.
Muttering a small prayer, Erika answered the vid-phone. Fenwick
looked at her with a worried expression.
"Monsieur Fenwick," Erika greeted him -- with a little surprise, since
the henchman barely acknowledged her when she visited Moriarty. "What a
"I know, Mademoiselle Noir. Has Moriarty been to your place?" Fenwick
asked bluntly, "He called me three hours ago to say he was on his way
to his second meeting. I assumed it was with you."
Erika glanced at a nearby clock. It was approaching midnight. She
must have dozed off after she got home from practice. That cold
feeling from earlier was creeping up on her. She turned back to
Fenwick. Her blue eyes were carrying a worried look as she gazed at
him. Fenwick knew the answer.
"I'm sorry, Monsieur. He isn't here. I must have dozed off. James
would have stayed or at least woken me up. He has in the past," Erika
Fenwick nodded solemnly, "I told him not to go to that meeting. I'm
going to check the meeting place and see if anyone has seen him."
"I'll check my security videos for any sign of him. Do you want me to
come there?" Erika asked.
"No. I will come there. Where can you meet me?"
"There is a door in a wall on the Rue Scribe. Knock three times, I
will open it for you. I'll be there in one hour," Erika explained
"I hope this is for naught, Mademoiselle," Fenwick said before he hung
Erika looked at the blank screen and whispered before going to her
security room, "So do I."
Fenwick returned to the lair more concerned than ever. It seemed that
Moriarty did leave the meeting place at the time he called. However, he
didn't leave alone; a young man accompanied him. Fenwick furrowed his
brow as he entered the hideout. Why would Moriarty call him, then, if he
wasn't going to go and see Erika? Why not call Mademoiselle Noir as
well? Moriarty was too much of a gentleman to stand her up.
There were too many unanswered questions. Fenwick checked the hideout
for any sign of Moriarty's return. Satisfied that his boss hadn't
returned, Fenwick began to prepare for his meeting with Mademoiselle
Suddenly the hideout door opened. Fenwick turned to face a very angry
and deranged-looking Moriarty. Fenwick paled at the sight of his boss
in this state. Moriarty growled as he pinned his henchman with a
glare. Fenwick realized something very important.
"You are not Professor James Moriarty," Fenwick commented, "Where is
Moriarty just growled as he advanced on the poor henchman. Fenwick
felt behind him for an ioniser. Soon a snarling Moriarty was face to
face with him. Fenwick's finger brushed the gun. He quickly grabbed it
as Moriarty reached for his neck. Fenwick fired a shot. Moriarty flew
back as a restraining blast wrapped around Moriarty.
Fenwick rubbed his neck. He grabbed his things and was about to leave
when he had a brilliant thought. Fenwick walked up to the intruder and
scratched his arm, getting a DNA sample. He then ran out of the
hideout. If what Moriarty told him about Mademoiselle Noir was true,
she would have access to what he needed to identify this stranger.
Erika paced nervously by the door to to the Rue Scribe. She hoped
Fenwick would arrive soon with news. She was so worried. Soon the
three knocks sounded. Erika hurriedly opened the door. Fenwick fell into
the passageway. He looked like he'd been on the wrong end of a street
fight. Before she could ask him anything, an inhuman roar ripped
through the Paris night. Erika looked into the street to see Moriarty
stalking toward the door. He was different. Erika was about to call
out to him when Fenwick grabbed her and pulled her into the passage
way. He slammed the door shut.
"Can you boobytrap this hallway?" he asked urgently.
"Oui. Monsieur Fenwick, what is going on?" Erika asked as Fenwick
pulled her away from the entrance.
"I wish I knew. Set them, mademoiselle," Fenwick ordered her.
"Despite how it seems, that isn't the James Moriarty we know. I will
explain once we reach your lair."
Erika nodded as they hurried down the passage. She stopped long
enough to arm the alarm system. Soon they reached her home. Fenwick
collapsed into a chair. His injuries were taking their toll. Erika
grabbed a first aid kit and some of her medicines.
"What happened?" she quietly asked.
"I wish I knew. I returned to the lair to prepare for our meeting.
Then he came home, except Moriarty seemed different -- like he was mad. He
tried to strangle me but I escaped. I thought I lost him but he caught
up with me. He began to beat on me. In the distance, I could hear a
voice cheering him on. It was telling him that he must terminate anyone he
told about their meeting, too. I knew we both were in danger. I managed
to escape with some help from the Surete," Fenwick explained as Erika
treated his wounds, "I was so sure that man was an impostor that I
even got a skin sample to prove it."
"What to say he isn't?" Erika hoped.
"Easy. He seemed sane long enough to let me escape. He asked me to get
you to safety," Fenwick told her.
Erika stood up and walked to check her monitors. Everything was clear.
Erika set all her alarms. Someone was controlling James. They needed
to help him. There was only one way. Erika knew Fenwick wasn't going
to like it. James either, for that matter. Erika turned around and took a
"I know you are not going to like this, Monsieur Fenwick, but I think
we are going to need help," Erika suggested. "We are going to need
Lestrade and Holmes were getting ready to taste Watson's dessert when
the phone began to beep. Holmes excused himself and walked over to it.
He was shocked to see Fenwick on the other end. Lestrade stood in the
door of the kitchen.
Fenwick's voice broke through their shock, "Monsieur Holmes, I have a
problem. Moriarty has gone missing and I fear he has been brainwashed."
Sherlock thought for a moment before smiling. "How soon can you get to
"Tomorrow morning," Fenwick answered immediately.
"Good. I will be expecting you," Holmes replied. "Good night, Fenwick."
Lestrade stepped forward, "Do you think it's a trap?"
Holmes shook his head. "I don't think so; but we shall see, come
Lestrade nodded as Sherlock escorted her back to the dinner table.
Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day indeed.
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Nightmare will come over from a visit. Trust me, you don't want that
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