Falling Stars and Cigarettes

She Silently Prayed

"Hm... You got lucky, who knew Sherlock would have such a vulnerable daughter," Sebastian laughed. Moriarty chuckled along with him.

"Daddy issues... Makes everything easier. Her infatuation with Amber helped too," Moriarty explained.

"Yes. She's becoming quite the criminal. Just like her father, luring in those close to the target," Sebastian said.

"Yes, I was afraid at first, but she did well. She is quite the actress, isn't she?"

Sibley's brain processed the information she was hearing and, once it caught up to her, she dropped her mug, the glass shattered on the hardwood floor and instantly, Moriarty's office doors flew open. He spotted her and snarled angrily. She stumbled back and began to run. She could hear the two men's heavy footsteps follow her but she didn't turn around. Luckily, she was smaller than them and that meant quicker. Her bare feet hit the gravel outside, the cold London air bit into her skin. The rough surface under her feet slowed her down and Sebastian caught up to her, grabbing her from behind. She screeched and tried to do one of the moves he taught her, but he knew what she was planning before she even began. She bit him in the arm, causing him to cry out in pain and loosen his grip on her.

She took her chance and ran into the wood, scrambling up a tree. She looked down right as Moriarty and Sebastian arrived.

"Come on out, Sibley, there's nowhere to go!" Moriarty shouted, opening his arms, "We can work this out!" he shouted. She held her breath as they were standing right below her.

God, please don't let them look up. If I get out of this, I swear on the Harry Potter series i'll be a better person.

She silently prayed. Sadly, it must not have been enough as right then, Sebastian looked straight at her. The smile that appeared on her face sent shivers down her spine. It was chilling. She had the sensation of a predator spotting it's meal. Moriarty saw where he was looking and turned to see her too. He frowned.

"Oh, Sibley, I was having so much fun. Now you've gone and RUINED EVERYTHING!" he shouted. She was shaking from fear, hot tears running down her cheeks that were probably already red from the cold. She watched in terror as a Moriarty aimed his gun at her. He shot right next to her and she screamed as she fell out of the trees, scraping her skin on the sticks and rocks below her. She ignored the burning where her body hit the ground and got up to run again. Moriarty didn't shoot again. She had a feeling he missed on purpose he first time. He needed her alive.

She almost tripped over a rock. When she looked down the noticed it was about the size of two tennis balls. She didn't even think as she picked it up and threw it with all her might at Sebastian's face. It hit his head and immediately started bleeding as he stumbled back into Moriarty, knocking him over. She then darted through the trees as fast as she could, putting as much distance as possible between her and the two evil men behind her.

She arrived onto a street where cars zoomed by. She waved down a cab, thankful she acquired her father's skill for hailing cabs and climbed in the back.

"Scotland Yard, step on it!" she shouted as she slammed the door. The man didn't bother asking as he sped to their destination.

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She sat on an armchair in Lestrade's office, wrapped in a warm blanket, hot chocolate in her hands. She was still shaking and crying. Moriarty wanted to kill her or capture her or whatever. Amber never felt anything for her. In truth it was the main reason she had stayed. It was all a lie and she really should have known. She shouldn't have trusted Amber so easily, especially after learning of her lineage, but Sibley had never judged people from where the came from. Stupid. So incredibly stupid.

Honestly, getting so close to Jim Moriarty was her biggest mistake. It's not like it even got her any important information, he was too secretive for that. No, she had trusted him so quickly. She found comfort in him, enjoyed his presence. The idea that she might have some kind of caring parental figure in her life had been so exciting she forgot who it was that she was leaning on. The same man that killed and maimed people like it was nothing.

The weight of her choice finally hit her. God, what was wrong with her? She moved in with a killer all because she was mad at her dad and wanted to snog the man's daughter. How idiotic and dramatic was she? Plus, Moriarty probably wanted to kill Sherlock also and it didn't matter what Sherlock had said or done, she didn't want him to die. After everything, she still longed for his love and approval. She had royally screwed this one up.

Sherlock rushed into the room to find his daughter covered in cuts and scrapes and looking downright miserable. She didn't notice him at first, clearly stuck in her mind. He watched her for a moment, John standing silently next to him.

"Sibley." he said. She flinched and looked up at him, her eyes widening. She began to cry even harder.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It was stupid. I was stupid. I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me." she sobbed. He walked over and awkwardly placed a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to be comforting. He knelt down to her eye level.

"No. Moriarty is manipulative as is his daughter. We both made stupid decisions, but that doesn't matter now." he said. She looked at him.

"B-b-but I went to your enemy. I went to a killer! Because I was angry! It was horrible! I should be l-locked up or something! I'm a dumb, dramatic, fool!" she cried, getting worked up. Sherlock grabbed the sides of her arms.

"Listen to me, Sibley. No one is getting locked up. Your father is a sociopath, no one is blaming you, okay. You made a stupid impulsive decision, it doesn't make you stupid or bad." he said. She sniffed before quickly putting her hot chocolate on the table beside her and throwing herself into her father's arms. He was surprised with himself when he instinctively wrapped his arms around her and held her. She sobbed into him and he kissed the crown of her head, whispering soothing words into her ear.

Slowly but surely Sibley calmed down in his arms. They sat on the floor, Sherlock sitting Indian style, Sibley in his lap as if she were a small child again, the room silent besides her occasional sniffle. John had left to give them some space and Lestrade just didn't come in, which he only sort of annoyed him because it was his office, but he let it go this time. Sibley breathed in the familiar scent of ink, nicotine, and cologne.

"This isn't over, is it?" she asked quietly. He held her tighter.

"No," he sighed, "no it isn't." they were silent for a few more moments before she spoke again.

"Dad, I'm afraid." she muttered. Sherlock froze for a moment, a flurry of emotion and confusion swirling through his mind.

"I'm not going to let him hurt you." he said.

"You can't guarantee that," she replied.

"No, but I can try." he answered. She nodded again him.

"I trust you."