A/N: surprise! I'm back! Here we go then on to the story!
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Avery-Louise's POV:
I woke up in a dark musty room, which much to my dismay had no door. I was still slightly dizzy, what was I drugged with?
"Ah, hello Avery." someone said through the speaker in the corner. This is a voice I know all too well by now.
"Moriarity." I said through clenched teeth.
"BINGO! Oh you're so good at this game, just as I was hoping! Now we can all play!!!" he said.
"You know, it would probably be a good idea to find another line of work. Oh and Moriarity, can you see me?" I asked him, for I had been working on my binds while we were having the conversation.
"Yes, I can see you all too well. I wouldn't want to have to hurt that pretty little face of yours, so I suggest you stop working on those binds." UGHH this man is such a NUISANCE! Ugh, how does father deal with him?! If he could see me, that means that he is using something, cameras maybe? I can't see the lens so no cameras, there's nothing but a speaker and a big mirror so it must be the mirror. How can I do this?
I have heard it mentioned that Moriarity loves a good game, so he must have set this up as one. It'll take some good deductive reasoning to get out of this one.
"So little Avey-poo, have you figured out my game yet?"
Oh yes Moriarity, I have. Even better.
"The Game is ON!" and these are the last words I speak to him.
"Oh Goody, I love a good game." Then he falls silent.
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Moriarity's POV:
Ooh, I like this one, she likes games. I like games too, little Avey-poo. I think I might keep you.
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A/N: oooooh who thought I'd give Moriarity a point of view? *everyone raises their hands* oh, okay. I can't surprise anyone!
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Sherlocks Daughter (Rewrite Soon)
FanfictionI would be lying if I said Avery-Louise had a normal life, well, she did before she met her father. Her name is Avery-Louise Holmes, and She's the world's only (other) consulting detective.
