"Jess, can you come and set..." Melanie popped her head around the doorframe of the kitchen – the front room of 221B Baker Street was empty.

At that moment, the front door slammed and John rushed up the steps unbuttoning his coat out of breath.

"I couldn't find him" He shook his head, taking off his coat and placing it on the back of the chair.

"Where's Jessica?"

"You didn't see her leave then?" Melanie asked and he shrugged his shoulders coming over to her.

"Sorry, I didn't..."

"Crap. Am I a bad friend John? I mean...I try my best with her and I thought she would be perfect for Sherlock..." Melanie rambled looking at the floor; John's hands came up and lifted her chin up slowly half smiling.

"You are not a bad friend" Melanie smiled fully and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a gentle hug.

"I think I've broken your oven..." She whispered into his ear and he laughed out loud both of them forgetting Jessica and Sherlock.

Jessica looked out over the Thames River; she was leaning on the rails of the Millennium Bridge near St Paul's Cathedral.

The city lights hit the water making it spark which made her smile – this is one of her favourite spots to think. She looked down for a second remembering what she saw – The pink phone.

She couldn't believe it was the identical phone to the one she brought Moriarty – Why did he need it? And then of course the envelope...

She cursed under her breathe also remembering that envelope with his name on it – Sherlock's name.

"What's their connection?" Jessica said to herself, pushing away from the railing and heading along the bridge trying to figure it out...then she remembered again.

"He's someone that you shouldn't be concerned about...well not right now"

Those words suddenly filled her head as she came off the bridge and made her way towards St Pauls.

He knows him, Moriarty knows Sherlock – she thought again staring up at St Paul's but there was another question plaguing her mind.

"Shall I confront him about it?"

"Well that's an interesting question" A voice said out of the darkness, she instantly looked to her left to see Scott sitting on a bench flicking a cigarette away.

"What are you doing here? Am I being followed?" Jessica asked, frowning.

"I was...just in the area"

"Right..." Rolling her eyes, stepping backwards and she began to walk away.

"Hold up will you?" A voice came up beside her, both of them walked in silence together along the streetlight street.

"So, confront who?"

"You overheard then" Jessica replied to him, cursing in her head.

"I just have questions that's all"

"Sounds thrilling" Scott scoffed, shaking his head gently.

"Does Moriarty know Sherlock?"

"That is something you have to ask him" Jessica stopped and stared at him. She was right – there was a connection.

"They do? Don't they?" She asked out loud to him, he shrugged at her.

"I'm here to give you a message"

"Don't change the subject!" She cried out loud, clenching her fists tightly glaring at him.

"Do you remember what he said to you? You shouldn't be concerned about it...not just yet – I believe those were his words. And my message Miss Jessica is that Moriarty wants you to go to Kings Cross station tomorrow" Scott half smiled and went into his pocket fishing out a piece of paper and handing it to her.

Jessica opened the paper to some numbers...

"558903?" She read them out loud confused.

"Locker number – bring the contents to his office first thing. He will be expecting you. Ta, ta for now" Scott nodded and walked backwards away from Jessica whistling.

"Hey! HEY!" Jessica called after him but he was too far to hear her calls. She looked back down at the numbers still confused.

"Fuck...fuck" She mentally hit herself, putting the number safely into her pocket and headed back towards home.

Jessica? Jessica! Can you hear me? Where are you?

A voice calling her name again and again stirring her from her sleep...

Jessica...Where are you?

Her eyes shock open...her head was throbbing against the pillow and instantly she knew something was wrong. She wasn't in her room...it was a different room, just a blank canvas with the wallpaper coming off the walls and a broken light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

Jessica sat up; she noticed she was fully clothed lying on a single bed alone...

Jessica, Are you there?

Her eyes drifted over to the wall, a small table with a phone...

"The pink phone..." She croaked, feeling herself shaking and her breathe coming ragged.

She went over slowly, looking down at it – the screen was lit up with an 'unknown' number on the screen.

Biting her lip, she picked it up placing it to her ear before talking.

"Hello?"

"Jessica!"

"Sherlock, Is that you?" Her voice replied, her eyes widen in shock.

"Where are you? Do you know where?" Sherlock replied then suddenly there was static breaking him up.

"I can't hear you...Sher-...I don't know..." Jessica quickly replied but it was no use, the phone cut off.

"I need to get out of here..."

She turned on the spot but gasped at a pair of eyes looking at her...those eyes.

"YOU!"

"Hello my dear"

Jessica screamed, bolting right up in bed breathing heavily as her bedroom slammed open revealing Melanie in her dressing gown.

"Jess! Oh my god, are you okay? I heard you scream!"

"I'm fine...It was a dream" She caught her breath as Mel pulled her into a small hug – her eyes went round the room.

It was just a dream, just a dream but why was Sherlock there and that pink phone She asked herself...but she couldn't forget the voice.

It was the Irish voice, his voice.

Moriarty's.

"So, what happened to you last night?" Melanie asked as Jessica entered the kitchen leaning against the counter.

"Oh, I had some things to do" Jessica lied with a smile brushing her downwards with her hand.

"At 11pm?"

"Yes, now I've got to go...I'm late." She shrugged on her black coat, grabbing her keys and quickly went out of the house before Melanie could give her 20 questions.

She stood outside on the steps for a few moments before going into her jeans pocket and pulling out the locker number.

"Let's see what this is"

At Kings Cross station, the place was buzzing full of people – tourists, office people and everything else.

Jessica found herself standing in the middle of it all looking at them all wondering.

I hate crowded places. She thought raising an eyebrow and walking around trying to find the right area but wasn't having any luck.

"Excuse me?" Jessica found a train guard walking past her stopping him.

"Yes?"

"Do you know where the lockers are? I'm abit lost"

"Over there" Jessica watched him point over to the left near Costa through an archway.

"Thank you" She smiled and walked that way weaving through the people and into the room where the archway was.

The room was a cloaked room; there were several lockers against the far wall.

"Right..." Getting out the number looking at it for the second time today.

"558903...558903" Jessica mumbled as her eyes scanned the many numbers and then she stopped.

The number glared right in front of her...she breathed out slowly and gulping.

"So what is in you...eh?" Jessica found herself talking to the locker and placing her hand on the cold metal.

Her hand slowly went over to the combination and she scrolled in the right numbers till it clicked fully open.

The click made her jump, before opening it she looked over her shoulder to see the room was empty and nobody else there.

"Don't be a bloody wuss" Rolling her eyes, she snapped the locker door open quickly to reveal what was inside.

Jessica relaxed but frowned blinking a few times at what was there.

A pair of white trainers.

"Trainers...? What the..." Slowly she reached in and picked them up examining them.

"Why do you want these Moriarty?" Another unanswered question filled her brain, but it would be answered soon.

"So how was your little talk last night?"

Moriarty questioned, staring out of the window of the Gherkin building again on his phone.

"I think it went well. She asked me a question though" Scott replied.

"What was the question?"

"If you knew Sherlock..." Scott smirked and Moriarty knew he was.

"And what did you tell her?"

"I...reminded her of what you said. That she shouldn't be concerned right now but Jim – what she's got right now. You need to tell her" Scott reminded him. Moriarty wiped his face with his free hand.

"Did I ever tell you that you should keep your nose out of my business sometimes?"

"All the time" And with that, Scott hung up the phone leaving Moriarty with a dialling tone.

He walked over to his desk placing the phone on it half smiling but then his office door crashed out making him gaze upwards.

"And what time do you call this?"

Instantly Jessica rolled her eyes and walked up to the desk placing a coffee cup in front of him.

"I call it just gone 10am...here is your coffee from yesterday" She pointed to the cup and then placed the trainers onto the desk.

"Ah"

"You get Scott to stalk me at night and give me a mysterious number to a locker at Kings Cross station for these..." Jessica explained.

"Trainers" Her eyes finally met his face and was soon reminded of her dream...the pink phone, Sherlock...everything coming back to her.

"You have suddenly gone pale" Moriarty noticed but Jessica shook it off.

"I'm good...So I think I need some answers to my questions I have" She finally said and sitting on a chair taking off her coat.

Moriarty did the same, placing his elbows on the rests of the arms and knotting his hands together looking at her.

This will be good He thought curiously at what she had to say.

"It's the second day of work to me and you already have questions, I don't know if I should be shocked or not"

"Don't play dumb with me Mr. Moriarty. First things first...Yes I've met Sherlock and honestly I don't think much of him and secondly I get the feeling you know him...that there is a connection between you two and I think I've figured it out... A pink phone... there was a case that Sherlock did. Well I saw it on his computer...photographs of a crime scene and the phone you made me buy was identical to the phone that was involved in that case and that got me wondering and I've come to the conclusion that you two do know each other, so what is it? Are you two connected? Am I right?"

Jessica explained not breaking eye contact with Moriarty. She needed to know the truth and waited.

Moriarty laughed gently taking back at her words and was surprised himself.

She's right.

He began laughing out loud smiling wide at Jessica shaking his head, Jessica stared at him as she couldn't believe his reaction, she watched him as he was still laughing.

"Fuck this" Jessica grabbed her coat and began to walk towards the door.

"You are right"

Those words stopped her in her tracks and she turned around to see Moriarty rise from his chair and come towards her with his hands in his black suit pockets.

"I'm right?"

"Believe it or not, you are right Miss Harris. Maybe you should become a detective" He smiled again at his private joke.

"So where do we go from here?" Jessica asked out loud, filling the silence between them.

"After all this and you still want to work for me? I'm the evil one you know" Moriarty whispered to her which made her roll her eyes and he went back to his desk stopping there staring at the trainers.

"A job is a job Moriarty and as I said, I'm not really fond of Sherlock Holmes" Jessica replayed the meetings with Sherlock in her head and him always walking away.

"Good to know"

Moriarty turned to her with the trainers in his hands.

"Your next job...to get these into Baker Street".

Hello,

Yes my name is Lady Electricity or otherwise known as Flik.

I'm really sorry I haven't updated once again and honestly I'm really am – I want to thank everyone who has stuck by this story and favourite it and everything else! I thank every single one of you.

My reasons for not updating sooner are the same old but different: writers block and I lost my job.

Yes it started when we found out the company I work for went into administration and to all you who don't know what that means in other words it means that it went bankrupted and the only way it could be saved is that a buyer had to come along and buy the company and for weeks and weeks we were in a permanent sale were the shelves became empty and the shop was bare.

Then suddenly we got the news that we were officially closing down and didn't have any notice. We cleared out the shop and everything went till it was an empty shell and it was really depressing as I spent 4 years and a half working there and then suddenly becoming jobless – so yes, I'm jobless looking for a new job etc and yeah I could have had time writing but instead I was job hunting which is abit more important than this.

So that's cleared that up.

Anyway... THANK YOU TO ALL THOSE YOU REVIEWED THE LAST CHAPTER! I hope you like this one. The italics in it Is a dream bit if you didn't guess and I hope it makes sense that Jessica finally confronted Moriarty about it. If there is anything you are unsure about just write it in a review and I will get back to you. I do really hope it does make sense! :/ I'm trying my best to get back into writing and this came out.

So..review?

Thank you again for sticking by me everyone and enjoy :o)