(Authors note, I took transcripts and rewrote adding Willa where needed and changing somethings to make it more my own and not a direct rewriting of the episode, in fact I'll be glossing over most of the stuff in Sign of Three (actually most of Sign of Three) save for some wedding moments between Willa and Greg ,please don't shoot me. This is just to bridge between my original idea for a story to happen before Sherlock's return and original stuff that will happen in my own 4th season story line, so whatever happens in Season 4 will not change my writing just make this an alternate universe. Yes there is some focus on Sherlock but mostly to establish as if Willa had been there in season three, after I start my own unique stuff Sherlock will be back in full force. Again this is an exercise in writing don't shoot me or I'll send Lestrade after you)

From the Empty Herse to His Last Vow

The Empty Hearse

"I need you to give this matter your full attention, Sherlock. Is that quite clear?" Mycroft said from where he stood opposite Willa and Sherlock.

"What do you think of this shirt Willa?" Sherlock asked turning to his sister

"Not as nice as the purple one" Willa smiled

"Sherlock!" Mycroft called with exasperation "I knew I should have waited to call our sister, the two of you together can be impossible"

"I will find your underground terror cell, Mycroft." Sherlock said as her did up the last button

"Ooh terror cell is what brought you back not seeing your dear sister." Willa smirked, Sherlock smiled, Mycroft rolled his eyes, Sherlock looked up at Mycroft "Just put me back in London. I need to get to know the place again, breathe it in – feel every quiver of its beating heart."

"One of our men died getting this information. All the chatter, all the traffic, concurs there's going to be a terror strike on London – a big one." Anthea said from the doorway

"And what about John Watson?" Sherlock asked putting on his jacket

"John?" Mycroft asked

"Mmm. Have you seen him?"

"Oh, yes – we meet up every Friday for fish and chips." Mycroft blathered out.

"I see him weekly, well little more so since my fight" Willa smiled "He's had some difficulties in the past two years"

Anthea handed Sherlock a folder. Sherlock opened the file to see two black and white surveillance photos of John one with Willa in them and Greg though it is just Greg's hand.

"I keep tabs on Willa and occasionally John. You haven't been in touch at all, to prepare him?" Mycroft asked "Willa has been so good with keeping her secret. From everyone."

"No." Sherlock said distractedly, not fully paying attention to Mycroft as he looked at the picture of John with his new moustache. He'd had it since Willa met him. "Well, we'll have to get rid of that."

"We"? Mycroft said confused

"He looks ancient. I can't be seen to be wandering around with an old man." Sherlock said putting the pictures down "Willa can do it for him. If she's not too busy with her new man, not much to go on with that half a hand in the picture but I'll figured it out before she gets up the nerve to tell me"

Willa raised her eyebrows. Did Sherlock already know or was he still a little off and recovering from his torture.

"I think I'll surprise John. He'll be delighted!" Sherlock said straitening his Jacket

"You think so?" Mycroft said giving Sherlock a cynical smiled as he looked at Willa, Mycroft knew what night it was

"Hmm. I'll pop into Baker Street. Who knows – jump out of a cake." Sherlock said with an amused smiled

"John doesn't live at Baker Street anymore." Willa said standing "He moved out, couldn't bear to be there with you gone. Mrs. Hudson couldn't bear to rent it out till I came along. I moved into John's room left yours alone for your return"

Sherlock looked at her surprised.

"Why would he be? It's been two years. He's got on with his life." Mycroft added, Willa shot him a shut up Mycroft look

"What life? I've been away." Sherlock remarked and Willa couldn't help but giggle.

Mycroft rolled his eyes.

"Where's he going to be tonight?" She lock asked

"How would I know?" Mycroft replied "Ask Willa"

Willa just looked away

"You always know Mycroft" Sherlock smirked

Mycroft sighed

"He has a dinner reservation in the Marylebone Road. Nice little spot. They have a few bottles of the 2000 Saint-Emilion ... though I

prefer the 2001."

"I think maybe I'll just drop by." Sherlock smiled

"You know, it is just possible that you won't be welcome." Mycroft said as Willa just fell silent as she debated texting John or Mary and what she could say to give them a heads up.

"No it isn't. Now, where is it?" Sherlock asked

"Where's what?" Mycroft asked with a smirk

"You know what."

Anthea immediately appeared in the doorway holding Sherlock's coat. Sherlock smiled with delight, and slid his arms into the sleeves as

Anthea lifted it it into position.

Willa stood and popped up his collar for him

"Welcome back, Mr Holmes." Anthea said with a smiled

"Thank you ..." Sherlock started as he turned to face Mycroft "Ta" He turned and faced Willa and gave her a kiss on her cheek before heading out.

"Don't you think you should follow him" Mycroft asked turning to face Willa

"Oh I'm going to the restaurant but I know the owner, I'm getting a table with a view, I want to see what John does" Willa said with a smile.

Willa watched at first in delight as John sat there so oblivious to Sherlock's disguise, but when the moment of realization hit, John turned angry and Willa couldn't blame him really. She hurried over, Mary just giving her a glance. Willa mouthed I'll explain it all later and the two women returned their attention to the two men.

Willa was one of the first in trying to pull John off of Sherlock, All that got her was a reprimand from them both about aggravating her leg, her arm and her ribs, last time she's save either of them from harm.

Once they were all effectively removed from the restaurant and were sitting in a booth at the nearby café.

It didn't go over well as Sherlock let them know that Mycroft, Molly some of the homeless network and Willa knew that his death had been faked. He did speak up in Willa's defense and said that she didn't know the details just he had given her a heads up. John hulled off a punched him.

That got them kicked out of the café so the moved to a nearby Kebab shop and Willa and Mary grabbed Sherlock some napkins to place on his now bleeding lip. Willa held his coat for him.

He and John started to argue again and Well John was right, Sherlock was in the wrong here no matter how much he thought he was right, and the more Sherlock talked the worse he made it. Even if her was blathering on about the terrorist plot that brought him back, that set john off more as John felt he was skirting the issue

John head butting Sherlock got them kicked out of the kebab shop. Now they were standing on the outside Sherlock had his head tilted back as Willa found him more tissue for his now bleeding nose.

Mary and her were guarding him while John hailed a taxi.

"I don't understand." Sherlock said pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand and taking another tissue from Willa with the other "I said I'm sorry. Isn't that what you're supposed to do?

"Gosh. You don't know anything about human nature, do you?" Mary said as she glanced up the road at John

Sherlock lowered his head "Mmm, nature? No. Human? ... No."

"I'll talk him round." Mary said

Sherlock took the napkin from under his nose and looked at her curiously.

"You will?" Sherlock asked

Mary smiled "Oh yeah. For both of you he's right mad at you too Willa."

"He has a right to be. A few other will be too I suspect." Willa sighed picturing how to tell Greg.

Sherlock was looking at Mary closely going into his deduction mode.

John called for Mary she smiled at them then went to join John in the taxi.

Willa turned to Sherlock

"So back to baker street?" She said with a smile

"No I need to make a few stops"

"Ok you'll need keys" She said handing him one of the new keys.

"New keys, you had the locks changed?"

"Had to. Anderson and his crazy Sherlock lives conspiracy club were breaking in and one of his followers broke in to attack me" Willa said

"Anderson broke into my Flat. I'll break his fingers."

"I have video of him being shoved to his ass then being punched by my protector." Willa smiled

"I'll have to see it" Sherlock smiled he turned to hug his sister, as he did he noticed a new fragrance, not her perfume, something more Manish, a cologne that hung on her hair and coat collar transfer from a hug or a kiss. The scent of her new boyfriend Sherlock surmised, but where had he smelled it before.

"I'll show it to you later; I'm going to get something to eat. Mycroft's call interrupted my dinner"

With that she left and Sherlock was on his way to St. Bart's.

Molly Hooper walked into the locker room; she took out her keys and opened her locker. As the door swung open, the mirror on the inside revealed Sherlock standing a short distance away behind her, smiling slightly. She gasped and turned to look at him, a smiled started to creep across her face.

Greg walked across the underground parking garage, the shift was over and he was looking forward to heading to Willa's and having a shower. He searched his pockets where the heck had he put them. He never smoked at Willa's (Not that she minded) and he couldn't remember which pocket he'd put them in when he left, A silhouette passed by, Greg glanced up but stopped by a pole as he found the cigarette and lighter

He gave another look around before putting the cigarette in his mouth, and raised the lighter to it

"Those things'll kill you." A familiar voice said from the darkness

Greg froze, the flame not quite reaching the end of his cigarette as he stared into the distance while his brain processed what he was hearing.

"Ooh, you bastard!" He said lowering the lighter

"It's time to come back. You've been letting things slide, Graham." Sherlock said stepping forward

"Greg!" Greg said exasperated

"Greg." Sherlock repeated

Greg gave him a good long stare before giving a smiled he stepped forward and pulled Sherlock into a hug. Sherlock grimaced at first at

the assault on the injuries from the torture that were hidden below his clothing there is was that smell, the cologne mixed with a hint of Lestrade's cigarette brand. That's what he had smelled on his sister. THIS was her new love, Mycroft could have warned him. Mycroft had said that Willa had a semi live in boyfriend; the fact that it was Lestrade was going to make things a little interesting.

Willa regretted not getting back to Baker Street sooner; She had stopped to take photos with some fans and had run into and old friend and went for a quick coffee. If she had come right back she would have spared Mrs. Hudson the scare Sherlock gave her, the man could make an entrance but sometimes it was too much.

Later that night Willa could only laugh as social media was lit up with hashtags announcing Sherlock's return, she showed him but he only snorted, and then replayed the video of Greg punching Anderson again, this time in slow motion.

Willa watched as Sherlock began putting together a pin board. Greg had dropped by to check on her and Sherlock had made him help him move Willa's yoga mat, weights and treadmill (Mycroft had bought her a collapsible one so she didn't have to run in the streets) upstairs to her living area. HE was at first peeved about the addition of cats to the flat, but as he sat on his laptop typing with one hand and petting Harlow with the other Willa knew the cats were staying, in fact this morning she couldn't find Harlow to feed her only to find her curled up in bed with Sherlock.

Marshmallow didn't take to kindly to the weight tree being gone it was one of her favorite places to perch, Will was worried about the cats getting into several of Sherlock's experiments that he had managed to set up in a short time… there went the kitchen table, and her baking trays now had dirt on them.

Maybe she would take Greg up on his offer to go live with him for a bit since everything she did was a distraction to Sherlock. He'd get over it, Willa knew it was just that he didn't like the change, didn't like that John wasn't' there.

Sherlock stood and started pinning pictures to his board. Willa sighed and went to get a suitcase pack. She was just popping in to tell Sherlock that Mrs. Hudson would drop by the feed the cats when Mycroft arrived. Not wanting to be in the middle she left them to argue well she went to pick up some new baking supplies and head to Greg's to do some baking, maybe make him a pie, or a nice apple streusel.

Willa sat beside Greg at his kitchen table as he told her about the fake jack the ripper crime scene and how Molly Hooper seemed to be the new John Watson.

"And now you know why I jumped at the offer to stay here or he'd be making me do all that… poor Molly." Willa said as she lifted her fork to Greg and fed him another bite of the pie she had made.

"Maybe John will feel that missing part and go back, after all he was an adrenaline Junkie for all that stuff with Sherlock" Greg smiled.

Willa's phone chirped She looked at it.

"Mary, asking me to come by Baker Street" Willa said standing. "I'll be back you don't touch my pie"

"Oh what you'll tie me up again" Greg gave a sly smile

"Oh you wish" Willa said kissing him before heading out the door.

Willa arrived at Baker Street too late. Mrs. Hudson informed her that Mary and Sherlock had left.

Hours later. Willa returned to Greg's Flat. When she told him what had happened with John and the Guy Fawkes effigy fire, he was annoyed they didn't call him. Willa just told him to hush as she led him into the bedroom.

"Oh yeah" She added as the entered the bedroom "My parents are dropping into see Sherlock. Mycroft is taking them to a play but I thought we could go to dinner after."

"OK" Greg smiled as Willa pushed him down onto the bed.

A few days later they found themselves in the sitting area of 221B Baker Street. Greg sat in John's chair; Willa sat on his lap, each holding a glass of champagne and each ignoring the glares from Sherlock.

Mrs. Hudson and Mary were sitting by them. Sherlock was bringing in a new bottle of champagne.

They were all discussing The upcoming wedding, even though John had not formally asked Mary yet she had already said yes. There was a knock at the door and Molly entered with a man she introduced as Tom. He had a certain look about him that made the others smile.

Greg raised his glass in a toast as John and Sherlock each put on their coats.

They joked about the wedding and weather Sherlock would be there. He did smile and wink at Mary. Then he and John were off to face the reporters outside.

The Sign of Three

Willa could not believe that Sherlock called Greg away from a case, one he had been working on for months, to help write a speech for the wedding, it was getting to be that nothing her brother did could surprise her, but that one, at least a quick call to Mycroft made sure that all the credit went to Greg, selfless giving Greg, god that's why she loved him so much, never afraid to help someone out even if it meant losing out on something.

The dresses were lilac, Sherlock and Mary picked the colour. Willa's was a nice simple sleeveless cut with a taffeta sash, she had to option of a strapless gown like Mary's maid of Honor Janine but Willa hadn't done strapless since the shooting, yes she had a tattoo over the scar but she didn't like showing it off too much, she had even offered to cover her other tattoos if Mary wanted, but Mary said it was fine that tattoos were part of Willa and Mary couldn't care less if people didn't like them, she thought there were awesome.

Willa had moved back into 221b and was trying to bring up the possibility of Greg moving in with her on a more permanent basis as the rent in his flat was going up. But every time she tried, Sherlock talked about the wedding.

Then there was the stag night. Willa and gleefully accompanied Greg to the lock up to pick up John and Sherlock and she and Greg had a wonderful time on the way home shouting a conversation to each other over the radio that was blaring in Greg's car. She also nursed them back to health the next morning with plenty of water and fried food.

Then the big Day was here. The Ceremony was lovely, it went by without a hitch, She wishes she could say the same about the reception. Between The near murder of a guest and the speech, well the speech was lovely, just long and odd, but then again is was so fittingly Sherlock. And he still didn't get Greg's name right although now Willa was sure it was all for tease. Willa could only watch from the head table and smile at Greg, Molly, Tom and Mrs. Hudson. There were some facepalms from tables, but Willa just kept smiling as Sherlock spoke.

Then came the first dance that beautiful melody Sherlock composed, Sherlock had made Willa go over to Greg's every time he worked on it. There was not a dry eye in the place as he played. Many people were watching John and Mary, but Willa's eyes found themselves wandering over to her brother, there was a sadness in his eyes as he played. The next chapter in his life was starting, and like he feared that it would be without John.

It was then that Willa really realized how much Dr. John Watson meant to her brother.

Willa and Greg danced the night away, they didn't even notice Sherlock leave. Willa's focus was all on Greg and his on her as more than a few times the held each other close during a slow song. Willa had a dance with John too of course and Mary danced with Greg.

Willa even took a break and send Greg to dance with Mrs. Hudson.

Willa was not too sure how she came to catch the bouquet Willa was startled to see the bright arrangement of flowers come hurtling her way, especially since she was not standing on the dancefloor with the other women. Instincts kicked in and the flowers were hers. John practically aimed the garter at Greg bouncing it off the DI's shoulder before it came to rest in his hands.

The two blushed as a chair was bought over so in a newer tradition Greg could put the garter on the one who caught the flowers (Willa).

Willa sat and Greg kneeled in front of her and she seductively put her now shoeless (she had set them aside earlier) foot on Greg's shoulder.

She smiled as he blushed, his ears going that delightful shade of pick that she loved. There were hoot and hollers and cat calls as he slid the garter onto her leg.

"Use your teeth" someone who sounded suspiciously like John called.

Greg took the garter that was now by her ankle in his mouth and holding her ankle he slid the garter up and over her knee. Willa tossed the hem of her dress that she was holding over Greg's head and the crowd roared with laughter and cheers.

Greg helped Willa stand and the two started to dance to the music the DJ put on.

Mary smiled and Leaned on John "I think we know the next wedding we'll be attending" She said with a smile.

"If he gets the nerve, and the chance to ask, and then survives the trials her brothers will put him though." John laughed. He looked around and noticed Sherlock wasn't there. Sherlock had insinuated that he may leave early, parties were not his thing.

After the garter bouquet dance the guests filled the dancefloor for more up-tempo dancing.

Willa spent the night at Greg's, the next morning she had a text from Sherlock telling her to just stay there for a bit he needed time.

Greg just nodded "It a huge change for him, not just him and john now is it, it's John and Mary, and if he is available John and Sherlock."

"And with Mary pregnant and the baby on the way, that's going to change things" Willa said

"Good for them though, I'd love to have a few kids running around" Greg said sipping his coffee.

Willa smiled

"You're the first man I've been with that had ever said they wanted kids. Maybe we should start trying?" Willa smiled.

Greg's smile grew "We can start tonight after work."

"We have dinner with my publicist so after that" Willa smiled as Greg pulled her down onto his lap for a kiss

Chapter 3

His Last Vow

Willa hadn't seen Sherlock in weeks and frankly it was scaring her. He had text to say that she should just stay out of everything and go on with her life but she couldn't, she worried.

So it was she found herself early morning standing in the lab at St Bart's a worn out and ragged Sherlock in front of her. Molly returned with the results of the test. John was just about to ask for the results when Molly reached up and slapped Sherlock. That was all the answer they needed.

Willa wouldn't look at her bother. They both had a long sorted past with drugs, but every time she's been tempted in the last 15 years she had called and they had talked. But he couldn't even do the same; she really didn't know what went on in his head. Why he couldn't just pick up the phone and call, or come by Greg's. Was that why he wanted her out, so that he could do drugs, is that why the cats, minus Harlow who Sherlock and declared was his now were dropped off by a courier at Greg's (where they had to hide them due to the no pet policy)

From St. Bart's it was back to Baker Street. Will quickly called Greg to fill him in before hopping in the taxi with Sherlock and John. Mary was taking the others from the drug house home.

At 221b they found Mycroft and a team.

"You could have told me he was missing when I called you" Willa said turning to face Mycroft

"And send you into a drug house, already had one sibling have a relapse didn't need another one going down that rabbit hole" Mycroft said with a smirk that just angered Willa further.

Mycroft pushed at Sherlock till he snapped and pinned Mycroft against the wall.

Mycroft and his men left. Sherlock turned to Willa

"I didn't want to bother you. You and Lestrade have a nice relationship going you don't need me in the way." Sherlock leaned into her and whispered "Now please you go. I know you got an email yesterday, I was CCd, I would listen to Mr. Magnusson's instructions, go and stay with Greg. I don't need you getting hurt"

Willa nodded a slight tear in her eyes, he was right she had received and email stating that she should remove herself from all cases and doings of her brother, lest she want the world to know what she really did while on tour.

Sherlock had made a mental note to speak with Mycroft at a later time about what he had their sister do.

Willa gave John a hug and left.

It was only when Sherlock got shot that she learned he'd been hiding Janine in the bedroom.

Willa sat vigil at Sherlock's bed the entire time. Another email from Mr. Magnusson let her know she could be by her brothers side but warned her not to delve too deeply into the case as she may not like what she found out.

Willa tried to talk to John and Mycroft about it they wouldn't answer, Even Greg told her to leave it. Mycroft had told him the matter of the investigation was falling on him and that Greg was to stay out of it and for Willa' sake keep her out of it too.

Greg told Willa that Mycroft was not letting any of the CID investigators look at the file. Didn't stop Greg from asking questions though, he just wanted to help.

It was a long hard fight but Sherlock pulled tough and was doing not too badly. He had a visit from Janine who was nice to say she left Willa out of all her tell all interviews

Willa had only left the room for a few moments to use the facilities when she met up with Greg and John in the hall they were heading so Greg could talk to Sherlock, when they entered the room was empty.

Sherlock had a few bolt holes as some called it, Willa referred to them as safe spaces or thinking spots. He had tons spread all over London and some on the outskirts too.

Mycroft was tracking him, and told Willa to back off; Sherlock had to do something on his own. Willa wondered what secrets her brothers were hiding as she wandered around London herself.

Much later she met up with a tired looking Sherlock and when she asked for answers, she got none.

Greg wasn't able to make the trip out to see Willa's parents for Christmas. Sally's dad was ill and so he had to take her shifts and Dimmock himself was ill so with two officers already down Greg's leave had to be canceled. Willa said it would be fine she's be back in London for New Year's Eve and they were going to make their own fireworks.

Mycroft made a gagging face as Willa talked on the phone with Greg just outside the kitchen

"Honestly, she's going to see him in a few days, it's not like either of them are off in War" Mycroft scowled. Love to him was not a necessary thing, while he wanted his sister to be happy he felt that his sister was acting like a giddy school girl.

"Oh your sister is in love, Myc, and this is the first time she's really been away from that fit copper of hers" Their Mum said with a smile before exiting

"She and Graham are a nice fit" Sherlock smiled

"You can't even get his name right" Mycroft said with a scowl.

"I like to tease" Sherlock smiled.

"Oh, dear God, it's only two o'clock. It's been Christmas Day for at least a week now." Mycroft said rubbing at his temples

Their Mum reentered

"Mikey, is this your laptop?" she asked pointing down to a silver-grey laptop on the table, half-obscured by a chopping board on top of it which had several whole peeled potatoes and the peelings on it.

"On which depends the security of the free world, yes ..." he said giving a sarcastic smile "and you've got potatoes on it."

"Well, you shouldn't leave it lying around if it's so important." She said heading to the other counter

"Why are we doing this? We never do this." Mycroft aid waving his hand around

Their mother gave an exasperated look

"We are here because Sherlock is home from hospital and we are all very happy." Mum said

"Am I happy too? I haven't checked." Mycroft said with a fake smile

"Behave, Myc" their Mum scolded.

"Mycroft' is the name you gave me, if you could possibly struggle all the way to the end." He said with a sigh

Billy the homeless guy Sherlock had been helping out entered with some punch and started getting Mum rattled she sent him on his way

"Lovely when you bring your friends round." Mycroft said voice dripping with sarcasm

"Stop it, you. Somebody's put a bullet in my boy ..." She said walking over to Sherlock and kissing the top of his head "... and if I ever find out whom, I shall turn absolutely monstrous."

"You and me both Mummy." Will said entering and giving her mum and hug.

"And I am so glad you are able to be home for Christmas" their mum said giving her a hug in return "It's been too long."

Their Mum returned to her pile of stuff and pulled out something she indicated was for Mary before heading out.

Their dad entered stating the John and Mary needed a moment, Willa was going to see if they needed tea when Sherlock suggested they go outside.

They were talking about Magnusson when Willa got out there. He was the one who told her to stay away from Sherlock until he got shot. They still wouldn't answer her as to who had shot him.

Sherlock offered her a cigarette.

"I quit" she replied

"But every time you smell it on Greg you want one. You even snuck one from him back a few months ago. Just before I returned, that's why he couldn't find them in his pocket. I watched him for a bit before surprising him." Sherlock smiled

Willa sighed and took the cigarette from Sherlock, Mycroft lit it.

"So this Magnussen somehow found out about my MI-6 service record" Will said looking at Mycroft "any Idea How?"

"I assure you I am looking into it" Mycroft said

"About that" Sherlock said turning to Mycroft "How dare you get our sister involved in your politics"

"She had no objection to it" Mycroft said Sherlock looked at Willa

"I didn't mind at first, but when I tired of it and wanted out Mycroft let me out. And I am never going back"

Willa finished her cigarette and headed back inside and Sherlock and Mycroft stayed till their Mum caught them.

Willa exited the washroom and looked around, everyone was dozing.

She went and Found Sherlock talking with John.

"Why are you awake?" Sherlock said giving Willa a confused look

"Because I am" Willa said giving him a suspicious look.

"Did you like you tea?" HE said eying her.

"Didn't have any tea"

Sherlock sighed

"What are you up to Sherlock?"

"Nothing"

"You're going after Magnusson"

"Yes and you should stay here" Sherlock said and he and John headed for the door.

"If you are going to take that bastard down I want to be there" Willa said following. "The things he threatened to do to Greg"

Sherlock and John stopped Sherlock knew Willa had been threatened but Greg.

"I knew you broke into Magnusson's office, and If I said anything or if I dug into the case, He said he would make Greg lose his job and maybe go to jail for aiding and abetting a drug trafficker, said he'd make you go down too."

Sherlock gave his sister a hug and the three set off for Appledore.

When they reached Appledore Willa couldn't help but be taken aback, it was beautiful, all the glass walls and a circular shape.

She followed Sherlock and John in and although she would not admit it, she was a little lost. Sherlock and John seemed to have an idea what was going on and what they were doing, Willa was just there out of revenge. She had never been blackmailed before and it angered her how he had threatened not only herself but everyone she loved. How could one man hold such power and how could one man know so much about so many powerful people. How could people have been letting this happen?

When Magnusson greeted them even he was shocked to see Willa tag along, he made some comments about the dumb rock star not being so dumb after all and well he guessed it did take brains to be an MI-6 operative. John just gave Willa a shocked look and Magnusson went to say something about another one in the midst, which Willa didn't really hear, when Sherlock cut him off.

The men began to talk about Magnusson's vault of information. Willa let her mind wander as she looked around; they kept talking something about Mary, something about Mycroft. Then the reveal. The vaults were nothing but Magnusson's own mind palace. It was then Willa saw the laptop in Sherlock's hand, Mycroft's, he was going to be pissed.

Magnusson led them out to the patio. He asked Willa to come stand next to him. Sherlock just nodded and Willa went to stand in front of the evil genius.

"I wanted you dead a few years ago, now I just want to see you in pain" Magnusson said before he quickly and swiftly turned and made a kicking motion, with strength no one knew he possessed he connected with Willa's knee. It folded with a sickening crunch

She screamed in pain as she dropped to the ground before curing up in a ball clutching her leg. John moved to check her when Magnusson stopped him. Willa struggled to watch as John knelt in front of Magnusson and Magnusson started flicking his face, something about Mary again and something about the vaults only being in his mind.

The Police where near, in a helicopter, Willa thought she heard Mycroft, she looked up to see Sherlock shoot Magnusson, then surrender. John was by Willa's side trying to stabilize her leg. Willa felt her consciousness slipping as the pain overtook her.

Willa awoke in a hospital in London, Greg was beside her but that was it, no Sherlock, no Mycroft, no Mary or John. And Greg looked upset, like really upset.

"Hey," He said a small smile creasing his face. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

"What happened?"

"Well the official story the press was fed is that you fell while hiking on your Christmas holiday" Greg said as he moved to sit on her bed "But reality is that that Magnusson bloke messed up your knee dislocated and tore a muscle. They fixed it all but you'll be in here another day and be on sticks for a while."

"Where's Sherlock, did Mycroft have him shot?" Willa said sitting.

"No he kept the police from shooting Sherlock, he won't be convicted of the murder of Charles Magnusson, but he's been put in a sort of exile, a suicide mission somewhere in Eastern Europe." Greg said holding Willa's hand "He leaves today."

"It wasn't murder it was self-defense, Magnusson attacked me, and threatening everyone and was going after John." Willa said sitting

"Not how the law saw it, Magnusson is a powerful man with lots of connections." Greg said easing her back down to a laying position.

"Only because he was blackmailing so many people, they should be rejoicing and praising Sherlock for freeing them from his grip, not sending him to his death" Willa was mad.

"I don't know." Greg said kissing her forehead again. Willa teared up.

"I can't even say goodbye"

Greg held her close as she cried, if he even knew where they were he would try to take her, but Mycroft didn't say, all he said was for Greg to take care of Willa.

Sherlock stared out of the window of the private jet. Was Willa alright, when he had last seen her she was on the ground crying in pain. She passed out when they moved her to the helicopter. Then she was taken and he hadn't seen her since. She was still in the Hospital Lestrade was with her, her would look after her.

They hadn't even taken off yet when Mycroft called him. Moriarty was all over the networks with a "Did you Miss Me"

As he wrote down the last of his list Sherlock closed his eyes and in a drug fueled haze he dreamed of a simpler time, he dreamed of a bride back from the dead and he dreamed of digging her up present day and how she came to life. How could Moriarty be alive? The bride didn't come back from the dead she just had help; so therefore Moriarty had help.

The first stop he made after his sentence was stayed was the hospital.

Willa hugged him tight and cried; she thought she had lost him.

He assured her he was going nowhere. She asked how he was able to come back after the exile. It was then he realized that they had no tv on and no way of seeing Moriarty's broadcast.

He sat at her bedside and told her of his mind palace construct and of Amelia Regeleti.

She smacked him for taking drugs again but then agreed that while the Man Moriarty was most certainly probably dead, (stranger things had happened though), the more global scale identity of Moriarty was out there.

"Gavin" Sherlock said looking up at Greg who just rolled his eyes. "For the past year my sister has tried to ask you an important question and I think that I have been the cause for her to not do so. She would like you to move in permanently with her. Her rooms at 221B would also be yours I would be fine sharing with as long as you don't mind the odd experiments and my playing violin with thinking."

Sherlock smiled

"I've stayed over enough to know what you are like as a flat mate." Greg smiled "I will move in, eventually, I already signed my new lease on my flat and I can't leave for at least a year if I'm lucky. So I'll stay more permanently at Baker Street, and my flat will be a retreat if needed."

"Sounds Fair" Sherlock smiled "I will leave you to rest my dear, and I will see you tomorrow, I'm sure Mycroft can arrange for you to come home and be under the care of John"

Willa smiled and hugged Sherlock watching him go she pulled Greg down onto the bed to cuddle.