Deepest Secrets

Prologue

'Hello, Johnny boy. Have a nice nap?' The singsong voice of the man dressed in a Westwood suit. 'Remember that promise I made you? Well, since I'm soooo changeable, I thought you would like to see it carried out!' A hand pulled Johns head to look into the abyss of his captures eyes. John tried to pull away but he was backhanded. John rubbed his face.

'The SAS trained you well, eh, Johnny. Shame they couldn't prepare you for what's going to happen…' The voice had deepened and betrayed his Irish accent.

'What the hell do you what?' John spat out, his voice horse and husky with ill-use.

'Oh! The soldier speaks,' The Irishman chuckled before becoming deadly serious. 'You know what I want. Unfortunately, it's your poor family that will suffer. Mary will die. Samantha will suffer or die… I'm not sure yet.' He looked at his watch before rising, 'Your SAS buddies will be here soon.'

The man moved away from John and headed towards the door. He stopped just short of it, hand resting on the handle. 'Tell anyone about this and Mary will die within hours along with your daughter. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?'

John half-heartedly nodded before his eyes closed and everything went black.

'MARY!' John knew she wouldn't answer. She had been shot in the heart. She was dead. 'Nonononono,' he whispered.

'Told you it would happen,' A voice whispered in his ears. 'Now, daughter. I don't want to see either of you for as long as you both live.'

The hands holding John were release him. John stole one last look at his wife. Letting out a shaky breath, he ran to find his child.

'The names Moriarty.' Came the voice that would haunt John's nightmares.

A/N This chapter has been beta'd by IzzyDelta