"Aren't ordinary people adorable?" Jim says, sitting across Sherlock while nibbling on a piece of his apple. "Well you know, you've got John.. I should get myself a live-in one.." He mumbles through Sherlock's words.

And that's exactly what he did.

You were part of his network, of his spider-web. You were one of his assassins, but not just any of them, you were his favourite. He kept you on a short leash, he always kept you the closest. When in position, hidden on some rooftop, you were always up front. You were his pet.

He was currently at his headquarters, his home, a location only he and his web knew about. You were there with him, alone. He grabbed you by the chin, and very gently tilted up your head.

"You're the most precious pet of mine, you know that?" He says in his charming irish accent. "You're the best out of all of them.. my favourite.. if I was a dad, I wouldn't say that, they don't have favourites. But I do.. and it's you."