"Just smile, Sherlock." John whispers as he smiles for the cameras. Sherlock turns to him and purses his lips.

"I don't understand. This is part of Moriarty's network. It was too easy."

"Why isn't he stopping us, then? You think it's a trap?" John turns to Sherlock, and the photographers grumble about the lack of good shots.

"Something else must have his attention." Sherlock suddenly grins as he jumps of the stage and stalks forward.

"The game is on John!" John shakes his head as he leaps off the stage and follows.

A photographer snaps a picture of Sherlock grinning as he walks forward and John running after Sherlock with a small smile. She titles it 'Too big to stay still, Sherlock and John are off to solve their next case!' and ends up winning an award for it later that year.

…

"Yes, I did receive her, thank you very much." Victor speaks into the phone as he watches the woman sleeping on the slab. He glances over to his horrified mother and smiles. "I can get started right now if you'd like." His smile turns into a grin as he hangs up the phone and walks over to his next target. "Brittany?" She blinks a few times trying to clear her head, "oh, Brittany?" She groans something out in response and he smiles. "Can you hear me?" She nods and feels as if her head has exploded. She tries to lift her hand to cradle her head but it won't move. Her eyes open wide as she tries to tug on all of her limbs. She realizes that she's tied to some kind of table, gagged and tied down.

"You were drugged." By someone, at the party. She remembers bits and pieces. Oh god! Is her son okay? "What are you feeling?" He takes out the gag and she licks her lips. "Can you tell me?"

"My head hurts," she confesses. Maybe this man is here to help her? "How did I get here? Am I going to be okay?" He shakes his head slowly as he smiles.

"No, Brittany, you are not going to be okay at all." She tries to yank harder to free herself, but this causes him to turn away and do something before coming back into her line of vision. She can feel the panic set in as she sees him.

"Who are you?" He doesn't answer. He is the one who is going to right all of her wrongs. He's the collector, and it's time for her to pay and even the scales. "What's going on? Wait. Wait" This can't be happening. "Where am I?" He looks up at some pictures. She thinks they are X-Rays. It's hard to know whose.

"Quite a chart here, quite a chart." He says out loud, but it's mostly for his own ears.

"First we are going to start by collapsing your left lung. I'm going to puncture it with this." He lifts up the tool to show her before placing it on a table next to her head. It's set up like a surgery room in a hospital. "Now, there is going to be a sharp pain and you might scream, but it will be followed by an involuntary cough." He continues before he coughs to demonstrate, "causing a shortness of breath as all the air rushes out." He sounds so happy to have her here in front of him.

"No, No!" she wonders if anyone can hear her. He unbuttons her shirt to reveal a black bra. "I don't even know you." She cries, there is no escape from this. She's too young! She's, she's, no, this can't be happening. She says no, she begs it; she repeats it over and over again, even as he continues in his speech.

"Now, once the lung fills with blood we will move on." He has the tools in hand and she can't move anything. Next I'll move on to the collar bone, specifically the medial end of the left clavicle. It will cause you extreme pain." He smiles. "Well, let's get started."

"No," she begs again as he hold the tool over her chest. There is a small ting as metal hits metal and pierces flesh. She screams and then feels everything leave her in a powerful cough, and then another.

…

"What's your emergency?" The operator opens, she sounds calm and collected especially for someone who has to deal with emergencies. No matter, he looks over his shoulder to see Brittany's eyes open and close.

"I've done it again." He hopes he sounds sorry. He's not. He's just a debt collector, after all.

"Sir?" She repeats and he drops the phone to walk away. He's collected his debt; let them save her if they can.

…

"I've been told to offer you both knighthood." Mycroft opens after placing a thick stack of folders on their table. John gives a half smile of disbelief and Sherlock groans.

"Threatened more like." He frowns at John's interest. "Oh, come John, how long do you want your name to be? Sir Captain Doctor John Watson?"

"There are longer names." Mycroft offers but his attention is on his umbrella. "Now," Mycroft tosses the flaps of his suit coat as he sits in John's chair. John frowns as he comes out of the kitchen, but just leans on the arm rest of Sherlock's chair. "I also have something else I think you will find interesting." Sherlock scans his brother as John glances between them.

"More so than Moriarty?" Sherlock leans forward in his chair. His curls his fingers and rests his chin on them as his other hand settles on his thigh. John has never seen him more interested in anything. Mycroft presses his lips together into some sort of smile and John tilts his.

"A murder." John offers, and Sherlock responds as if Mycroft made the statement.

"There is a coup in Moriarty's own network, why would I let myself get distracted with a murder?"

"It's something I think you'll find worth your time." Mycroft says as he tosses the top file at Sherlock. It opens to reveal a woman, and John can tell she's got a broken ankle, a broken clavicle and

"Collapsed lung?" he asks and Mycroft nods.

"Looks like the one who got away has just come back to play." Sherlock can't help the small smile that graces his features.

"Christmas?" John asks and Sherlock's smile widens.

"In July!" Sherlock stands before turning to his brother. "There's a new one then."

"Lestrade will call you as soon as he can bring you on." Sherlock crosses his arms and Mycroft taps the thick stack of folders on their table.

"It is high profile. Make use of your time; see if there is anything you missed the first time."