This chapters a bit rushed, but I wanted to get it out there as I'll be busy the next few days and a chapter won't be out until Thursday. If I can get it out earlier, I will.

Tell me if you like how Jim and Irene knew each other! He'll be in the next chapter.

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Kat.

Sherlock sighed, leaning back into the bench. When his mind raced, when it really pounded, he found that the city noise and buzz calmed him immensely. Closing his eyes, he slipped his hands into his coat pockets. He knew that something was wrong with Irene. He had to know how she knew Moriarty, and he needed to know it fast. His phone beeped, and he checked the message with another sigh.

1 New Message.

Blocked Number

hello darling

pool side, midnight.

can't wait.

Jimmy

Sherlock hissed and checked the time. Realizing it was two hours until midnight, he huffed and called Irene.

"Hello?"

"He texted me. You need to tell me as much information as you can before I go to see him. I could get under his skin."

"And what makes you think I'll let you go to this meeting?"

"I'd like to see you try. I'm on my way to your room."

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

He sat on the end of her bed, his arms folded, waiting for an answer. She looks at him hard for a time, and he realizes she's been crying. He doesn't ask.

"It was five years ago." She begins, taking a long breath. "University. We lived across the hall from each other, and were in the same classes, as we were both taking criminology." She pauses, rubbing her eyes. "I needed money, we both did. I figured the best way get some was stealing things. I recruited him, and we spilt all the money that came in. He was so brilliant." She shakes her head, laughing without humor. "I fell for him. Hard. We got better, and things started to change…some people had to be sacrificed. Security guards, mostly." She closes her eyes to prevent herself from crying again. "But he became different. Addicted, I suppose. More people started dying, and I didn't like it. I had to leave." A single tear slips silently down her pale cheek and she wipes it away. "Sherlock, I'm so sorry."

"Why? This has nothing to do with me." His voice was strained from the new information.

"It has everything to do with you." She breathes, her eyes becoming cold. "I needed more money, of course, so I planned on blackmailing this guy who I dated a few weeks before, as Jim and I had planned on doing so."

"Wil." Sherlock whispers, and Irene nods.

"I didn't know he had people on me. He found me with you, and was outraged. That's why he has a personal vendetta against you."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Sherlock growls, getting to his feet. "And why has it taken five years for him to get to me?"

"Before he could find you before, I went into his office and erased all information he had on you and replaced it with false information. I made sure it would take him this long to find you, and even then I didn't think he would still be so obsessed with it."

Sherlock looks at her hard and long.

"I ran away to the states, making sure I was hidden."

"Why did you come back?"

'There was nothing for me there. Everything's here." She looks up at his cold eyes and sighs. "It's almost midnight. Can I convince you not to go? He's dangerous, Sherlock. Don't underestimate him."

"Hey, don't underestimate me." Sherlock forces a smile in her direction, which isn't returned. He turns to the door, opening it. He pauses.

"Did you love him?"

When he doesn't get an answer back, he shuts the door behind him, his mind whirling.