John didn't like it.

Keyland was not telling him who it was she was going to meet.

Now John as you all know was the master of putting up with things. (As one had to be when living with Sherlock Holmes.) But something about how Keyland was acting just wasn't adding up.

John stood staring at the strangely beautiful girl. He sure could see why Sherlock liked her. She was tall, but not as tall as Sherlock, and curvy. With amazingly expressive chocolate brown eyes. He could also tell that she was tough, but that had been fate's doing.

John waited for Keyland to tell him who she was seeing, but just as she had opened her mouth...

"Lestrade is boring me with these petty murders! He thinks that there is some connection but he must be really searching!" Sherlock scoffed. 

"I think you should at least go check it out." Keyland offered. "I've found that even the most unsuspecting crime can have a huge impact on the crime world in general."

John could tell that Keyland was trying to reach out to Sherlock. I mean just replace crime with Person and take out the other crime. Easy.

Sherlock nodded, grabbed his Jacket then with a quick peck on Keyland's cheek and a with a "Goodbye John." He was gone.

The door slammed and John's eyes immediately flickered over to Keyland's.

"He kept the jacket." Keyland smiled.

John continued to stare at her.

"Well?" He said impatiently. 

"Well what?" She asked. 

"Who is it?" John asked. 

Keyland looked down at the ground.

"It could be dangerous, probably will be. I'd understand if you don't want to go, you are a family man after all." She said side stepping the question. 

"I'm not letting you go by yourself. Sherlock would kill me if something happened to you." John replied. 

Keyland scoffed as she headed downstairs.

"Oi! Where are you going?" John called after her. 

"I have to get ready." She replied simply.

"Who are you meeting?!" He cried out. 

The door slammed.

Twenty minutes later after John had given Rosie to Mrs. Hudson, He heard a creak on the step.

In walked Keyland in stiletto heels, with her face framed by her curly black hair, wearing red lipstick a crisp white blouse and black slacks.

"Ready to go John?" She asked pulling on some black shades.

As soon as John could formulate words, he replied. "Yeah sure."

Keyland took him down to the rental car and gave him careful instruction.

"Use the back door and follow behind me. I am headed to the nearest Starbucks. Unless I take off my glasses do not interfere. Got it?"

"Follow behind you, meet at Starbucks, glasses." He repeated.

"Great." I reply.

"Keyland." He asked.

"Yes?" I hum. 

"Who ARE you meeting?" He huffs. 

"You will see." I reply already walking off. 

The walk was a short one and Soon I was sitting on the patio in front of Starbucks drinking a frappe-chino. I looked furtively around my eyes hidden by my sunglasses. All to soon I notice a smooth black car pull up and out he comes, the napoleon of crime himself... James Moriarty.

He gets gracefully out of the vehicle and smooths his suit. His head turns over to me and his mouth quirks up in a cocky smirk. 

He saunters over to my table taking a seat on the chair across from me. We silently regard each other as the black car drives away.

"Well well well, if it isn't my least favorite deranged murderous psychopath." I smile sweetly.

"Hello, Angel. You look...delicious." He smiles, I swallow bile. Then as he surveys my cup. "Did we really have to meet at a Starbucks?"

"Why did you call me here?" I say coldly. 

"I hate Starbucks..." He rambles. 

"I. don't. care." I clip. 

"Well aren't we sassy today. Ah, I have missed this." He smiles reaching for my hand.

"What?" I ask pulling my hand out of reach. He frowns. 

"Your witty comebacks. While you were...in my care. You were less... saucy." He smirks.

"That would be because I was drugged." I state clinically as I glare at him. 

"Tomato... Tomaahto." He sings. 

"Why did you call me here?" I ask again. 

"We need to prepare the final act." He says suddenly serious. 

"What?!" I exclaim. 

"I'm getting ready to do something BIG Keyland. And you are going to help me." He replies. 

"What in the hell could possibly give you that idea." I say with a poisonous smile. 

"Because you like your boyfriend alive." He sneers. 

"Shut up." I spat.

"Or what?" He taunts leaning closer to me over the table. 

"I'll kill you." I whisper with feeling. 

"That's a very big threat coming from a very little girl." Jim grins. 

"I'd watch who you call little girl...Little man." I reply ripping off my glasses and grabbing Jim by his tie.

He smiles at me.

"You know the best part of my plan?" He smiles calmly as the other patrons look at us uncomfortably. 

"What?" I hiss. 

"You won't even know you are helping me. You'll do it naturally." He states watching my face with a mad gleam in his eye. My grip on his tie loosens and he pulls himself back. 

I shoot a worried glance over to where John had parked, only to see John standing next to his car and heading over.

"Well your loyal guard dog is here. I'd better go. I'll be seeing you very soon sweetheart. It was so nice to catch up." He purrs,  standing quickly. He made his way past John.

"Good to see you John." He smiled. 

"Keyland, you were meeting  Moriarty?????....What the bloody hell?!" John asked angrily.