[A/N: Okay! So before I even get into the story, I wanted to say that Headless-Nic made an amazing point with her review. I actually did not put in the last story what happened between Alyce and Jim on their weekend getaway. For good purposes. I was actually saving it for a big reveal where only chunks of what had happened come around at first, then you will hear what she went through later on(aka quite soon now). Anywhoo! I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I loved writing it and can't wait to hear the feedback! As always, enjoy!]

Sherlock

He sat down next to Alyce who was looking out the window once again in the silent train car that they had occupied since the death of Mr. Robert Moore. They needed to figure out who wanted to kill a man such as Moore. He was in his late fifties, poor eyesight if the glasses he had in his coat pocket indicated anything, was overweight and balding. Shana, his wife, had said he was a banker at a relatively up and rising firm, someone that everyone adored. He would donate money often to help those in need and would even work on the weekends at a local homeless shelter. Something in there didn't fit, he knew it as soon as he checked the dead man more thoroughly. Somewhere in there he was a liar, but of course, Sherlock couldn't interrogate someone who was already gone in life. He glanced over to the young brunette next to him who was lost in her own thoughts. He was becoming increasingly concerned over the way she had been acting since they left America and he knew it had to deal with Moriarty. Jim Moriarty had done something to her in that weekend she spent with him that not even he knew about, but she wouldn't open up over it yet. Understandably so, he was growing impatient when it came to finding out exactly what the consulting criminal had done to cause this effect on the former assassin. Her metallic grey eyes would grow darker when she didn't think anyone was looking, her posture would turn rigid and she looked downright murderous which worried him. Sherlock let out a sigh and placed a hand on her upper arm, causing the young musician to startle and turn to look at him with eyes wide, lips parted.

"After this case Alyson, you and I need to have a nice chat about what happened that weekend you spent with him." Sherlock stated to her as he began to rub her arm soothingly. She nibbled on her bottom lip, causing his stomach to flutter as he leaned in closer to her face out of instinct. "Now, why would Mr. Moore be the victim of a killer?" He pondered in order to distract himself from pouncing his fiancée. Wolfe frowned before turning around to face him and pressed her hands to either side of his face, gently grazing her fingers against his temples in hope to help his mind search for what he was looking for. "Banker to a not so well known firm, donates, helps homeless…" He trailed off and scrunched his face up in frustration.

"Sounds like a saint of a man.." Alyce muttered out as she began to run her fingers through his curls which only distracted him even more. "There's gotta be more to it. Maybe there was a reason he did all of those good things, maybe it was a front." She suggested while moving away from him. His head perked up at that and he looked over to Wolfe with wide eyes.

"Oh, that's brilliant!" He said in excitement as he grabbed ahold of her face and pressed his lips lovingly against hers. "You are brilliant Alyce. He didn't do all of that to help others, so what was he doing if it was a front?"

"I don't know," she said with a shrug. "I do know that I have to hit the loo though, be right back." She gave him a peck on the cheek before forcing him to move and got up, dashing off out of the train car, leaving him alone to his own musings. A young waiter came up and sat down two mugs of tea in front of him, giving a shy smile to Sherlock before lumbering out to continue his job. What was Robert Moore doing and who would want him dead?

Alyce

I could feel Sherlock slide into the seat beside me as I gazed out at the scenery blurring by. Something about this case didn't settle right in my stomach and I couldn't put my finger on what it was.

"After this case Alyson, you and I need to have a nice chat about what happened that weekend you spent with him." Sherlock stated to me as he rubbed his hand on my arm in a comforting gesture. I knew this was going to happen eventually, he would notice that my mind was stuck on the consulting criminal who haunted my memories, torturing me even if he wasn't around. I began to nibble on my lip as I continued to look out the window, unsure of how to reply. He needed to know what happened, I definitely needed to tell him especially because I didn't want him to think that I had feelings for Moriarty when that was untrue. "Now, why would Mr. Moore be the victim of a killer?" He mused, more so to himself than to me, continuing on with our case at hand instead of dwelling on his last topic. I shifted to look at him and pressed my fingers gently against his temples to massage him, hoping maybe this would help his mind clear up enough to think without any distractions. "Banker to a not so well known firm, donates, helps homeless…" Sherlock trailed off and scrunched up his face adorably while trying to connect the dots.

"Sounds like a saint of a man…" I muttered out. Not many people were actually that good, and I had a feeling he was definitely not as wonderful as he sounded. I ran my fingers through Sherlock's soft curls absentmindedly when it dawned on me. "There's gotta be more to it. Maybe there was a reason he did all of those good things, maybe it was a front." I gave him my suggestion sheepishly while moving away from him, feeling almost like an idiot for even thinking it, but it did seem plausible. The consulting detective whipped his head up to look at me with wide eyes full of adoration.

"Oh, that's brilliant!" He said in excitement as he grabbed ahold of my face and pressed his lips lovingly against mine causing my heart to skip a beat and my stomach to flutter, which rapidly turned to nausea and it took everything in me not to vomit right there. "You are brilliant Alyce. He didn't do all of that to help others, so what was he doing if it was a front?"

" I don't know," I said with a shrug while attempting not to get sick until I made it to the bathroom. " I do know I need to hit the loo though," I said quickly as I gave him a peck on the cheek and nudged him to move so I could run off. As I made my way out of the nearly empty car I bumped into the waiter from before and frowned before shaking my head and running to the bathroom. I made it just in time to throw up in a trash bin with a groan. I had to be coming down with something because for the past few days I had been throwing up and wanting to avoid most food other than stir fry, I had been really liking that. Between getting sick and bloating thanks to Aunt Flow coming in the next week I was feeling wonderful. Not. I spat into the sink and ran the water warm so I could rinse my mouth out. I took in a shaky breath before walking back to the train car that Holmes was residing in, when I came back in I noticed two things, one being Sherlock missing, the second was a bit of blood on the table near the tea. I could feel my heart drop into my stomach as I trudged over to the booth and got a better look. The table had been moved slightly as if someone had shoved it while trying to get up. I could picture everything in my head instantly:

He had been sitting at the table drinking his tea as he continued to ponder over what Mr. Moore had been up to. After several long minutes he began to feel restless and lightheaded so he stood up, using the table to help him do so. It moved to the side with the force he had used and he took a moment to right himself, feeling even more dizzy now. He had been drugged. He looked around baffled as to why he had been given a drug when the door to the end of the car had opened up, revealing someone whom he had not been expecting at all.

"You?" Sherlock slurred out as he swayed away from the seats. A low chuckle emitted from the supposed killer before they walked up and easily gripped onto his curls and forced his head down onto the table. In doing so it caused Sherlock's nose to hit just right making him bleed before he blacked out.

I winced and looked around more, taking note that the end room door of our car was left ajar. I ran my fingers through my hair before taking a hair tie off of my wrist so I could pull my long coffee colored locks up into a tight bun at the top of my head. I took my jacket off, knowing it would cause more trouble than the cold would and I checked my handgun which I kept on my right hip to be sure the clip was full and that I had another full mag in the small carrier attached to my belt. With a nod in satisfaction I began to make my way over to the door, standing off to the side before opening it completely. This was the final car on the train and lead out to a small balcony-like thing that also had the ladder which went up to the roof of the train. With a deep breath in I stepped out and felt the wind breezing by. It was chilly and I shuddered, thankful that I had a long-sleeved shirt on today, as well as jeans and combat boots to keep myself warm from the cool London air back home. There was little room for anyone other than maybe two to three people out here and it was obvious no one was going to jump out and attack me. I could feel the anger bubbling up inside of me, no one touched my Sherlock and got away with it. With ease I scaled up the ladder and paused as I neared the top. I'm not an idiot who's just gonna pop my head up and get it shot off. Slowly I removed one of my hands from the ladder and pulled out my mobile phone, thankful that it was touch screen as I switched it to camera mode and lifted it up while looking at the screen which was angled enough for me to see what was on top of the train. I couldn't see much of anything that was nearby me and quickly stashed my phone back into my pocket before getting off the blasted ladder. The wind whipped by me, causing my skin to instantly feel pin-prick ice jabs. It was horrible. Whoever this person was, guy or girl, they were going to get a good what for when it came to picking such a horrible spot for a showdown. I could barely make out two figures further down and grimaced. Yes, let's just hobble down the top of train cars in the freezing cold to have a fight with someone. I shuddered while walking with careful balance down, hopping when I came to the small gaps between cars until I made it over to the attacker and their victim, which in this case was my fiancé. I clenched my teeth together in an attempt to keep them from chattering due to the cold, it was kinda hard to be intimidating when you're freezing your bum off. I pulled my gun out and was ready to shoot when I heard the clucking of said person who I couldn't see the face of thanks to a black hoodie covering their face. They were looking down at Sherlock who was not only tied up with duct tape around his feet and arms and mouth, but also a rope was around his midsection and he was definitely being held by that. If let go he would fall off the car. I froze and glared at my enemy, taking in their appearance. Definitely male, broad shoulders, slim build, a little above average height but not by much. Dressed in jeans, a hoodie and shoes that had good tread on them.

"Put the gun down Ms. Wolfe," the soft voice of a young man called out. Well, at least I was right about it being a guy, I really didn't want to wail on a bodybuilding woman, those chicks were scary. I didn't set my gun down, wary of what could come after. "Oh put the gun down woman or I will let him plummet to his death."

"He's the only reason I haven't killed you yet, whoever you are. So how about we make a deal? I will put the gun down, but you have to tug him back over and leave him out of this. Let's deal with this hand to hand darlin'." I shot back, my body tense and ready for action at any moment if I needed to lunge and save the man I loved who was unconscious. I could only hope whatever this guy had given him wasn't fatal. I heard a snort from the man.

"Fine, I'll let your little detective stay out of this one." He said to me as he continued to wait for me to put the gun down. Slowly I did what he wanted and kicked it forward so it was further away from me. As promised, Sherlock was tugged forward and the rope was let go of.

"Now how about you reveal who you are before I kill you." I stated with confidence. I was definitely going to murder this guy, no if, ands or buts about it. A low chuckle emitted from the man and he tugged the hood off of his head. Short brown hair, square jaw and ice blue eyes met my grey eyes. I frowned. He looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I had seen him before.

"Do you really not remember who I am?" The man inquired as he took a step toward me, no sign of fear at my threat. I furrowed my brows, trying hard to wrack my brain for the answer that was somewhere in there. "Aww c'mon, we have met more than once Alyson. Maybe this will help, Jim says hi and that he misses you. Are you ready to go back to him yet?" He sneered at me as everything came back to me. When we boarded the train he had accidentally bumped into both Sherlock and I, profusely apologizing nervously to us before helping right our baggage. That wasn't the first encounter I had had with him though. He had also been around the hotel the first night I had spent with James and also was in the village that the consulting criminal had taken me to when I was with him for the weekend. He had been around that entire time, a shadow looming around that you could never be rid of. I scrunched my face in frustration, I never got his name and now would have been a nice time to have that information. Oh well, mister stranger it is, or Bob. Bob had a nice ring to it.

"Okay Bob, enough with the dramatics and tell me why the hell you're doing all of this." I stated, deciding that Bob fit well enough, plus if it irritated him it was a bonus. The man let out a laugh that sounded absolutely psychotic and began to walk even closer to me, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.

"Now why would I tell you any of that dear? It's not as if we're in some child show where the bad guy tells his plans and then the good guy saves the day." He was now about a foot away from me with a wicked grin on his face, he didn't even care that I called him by a name that was most likely not his. I took a step back, the feeling of unease bubbling in my stomach along with nausea which was really not helpful to have at this moment. "Aww, don't run from me honey. As much as I would love to have a taste of you, Jim is still very fond of his little dove." I gagged at his words and decided to take a step forward once again, maybe seduction would be a good option here to get the answers I wanted. That or I could break his nose, that would be the preferred choice. The grin grew wider as the blue eyes watching me sparkled with a madness in them. I could find out why Moore was killed other ways, this guy had to get taken care of.

"Soo, Bob, where do we go from here?" I asked playfully while taking another step to him, my eyes darting around quickly to take in how he was standing and what he could possibly be up to. This guy was young, extremely young, maybe late teens or early twenties, he was still a boy. Nonetheless he was twisted in the head if he thought killing people just 'cause was okay. The man before me lifted his hand up and caressed my cheek with his left hand and I could feel the bile rising up in my throat. Still, apparently he really wanted human contact and it was a downfall I could play on. I saw something glisten in his right hand which was down against his leg and bit my lip. Yikes, no pokey pokey for me please. I placed my right hand against his hand that was on my face and pretended to enjoy him being gentle, easily closing the space between us and knowing I would have to act fast to immobilize him or else I would be down for the count and possibly for good. "Why can't you tell me why Robert Moore had to die?" I asked playfully as I batted my eyes at him. He closed his own eyes and breathed in deep, apparently savoring the fact that a woman was actually giving him attention he yearned for. Poor kid just needed love and maybe he wouldn't have turned out this way, it actually broke my heart.

"I can't tell you Wolfe. You know I can't," he whispered out before opening his eyes again, the dangerous glint still there. I let out a small sigh, knowing I had to hurt this kid in order to get somewhere. I gave him a sad smile and nodded, then grabbed onto his wrist with the hand I had holding his. Quickly I took his arm and twisted it, causing the boy to yelp out in pain at the odd angle. I took in a deep breath and went into serious mode.

"Well, then let's play this game my way kid," I gritted out, my sweet demeanor instantly gone. Bob rolled his eyes and shook his head at me, becoming that crazy person all over again. He whipped his right hand out with the syringe and attempted to stab it into my leg, but since I knew it was coming I kicked it out of his hand and brought the same leg up to knee him in the stomach, forcing him to drop to his knees and gasp for air. "Now, are you going to tell me what Moore was up to or are we going to keep going in circles?" My voice was low and didn't sound like it normally did, only cold and dangerous.

"Fuck you!" He gasped out while wreathing in my grasp. I gave a low chuckle and rolled my eyes. Oh yeah, real mature kiddo. "You can try and get me to tell you," he rasped out, still attempting to catch his breath. "But, it won't work. He's going to come for you Alyson and nothing your little boyfriend can do will stop that. He'll be dead soon enough." My heart nearly stopped at his words and any restraint I had broke. I lifted the brunette up by his jacket and brought my face dangerously close to his.

"Threaten those I love and you will regret it," I hissed out in anger before I brought my right fist up and punched him hard in the jaw which caused a crack from both ends. I yelped in pain and dropped the now unconscious child to the floor and cradled my hand to my chest. Great, I should have actually thought before attacking, then I wouldn't have hurt myself. "Now what do I do?" I questioned myself aloud while working on going back to my old days where I could completely ignore pain and broken limbs and still be able to concentrate. I whimpered out in frustration and shivered as the freezing cold wind whipped against my body. I stumbled over to Sherlock and nudged him with my foot, praying that I could get him up and he could think us out of this awkward predicament. He let out a small groan as his head lulled around and I let out a sigh. No help there. I sure as hell couldn't get two fully grown men down a ladder with a broken hand. I sat down next to Holmes and cuddled up into him to steal his body heat.

It was about two minutes later when Sherlock started to wake up and we were able to get down, turns out the drug he was given was to only leave him unconscious for a short time and had no bad effects on him. Bob, or as his ID stated; Louis Vandier, was put into custody where once we got to the London station the British Government(aka Mycroft Holmes) was to take him and have a debriefing. When we got to the station Mycroft looked down at my left ring finger where my engagement ring was and gave a deep frown.

"Hello brother mine and Miss Wolfe. I see you two are up saving the world one bad guy at a time as usual." Mycroft said as he glanced over to Sherlock and arched a brow. Sher only glared at his brother while I grinned and wrapped an arm around the older Holmes' waist since I was too short to reach his shoulders.

"Croft! It has been too long since we last spoke! How are you? I should say, dear young Louis needs a good time out with some discipline. Also, Jim sent him. He may actually provide information if you can actually get it out of him." I whispered out the last half of my small talk with my soon to be brother-in-law and smirked when he stiffened at my touch.

"Yes, well, we shall take care of Mister Vandier. You should probably go have your hand checked out," Mycroft sniffed in displeasure and shrugged me off of him. I gave the older man a salute and went over to Sherlock, taking hold of his hand and dragging him away from his brother. I quickly let out a shrill whistle with my fingers and got in when one pulled up to the curb, Holmes forcing me to allow him to stow away our bags. It didn't take long to get my hand in a cast after x-rays. I was lucky and got a blue cast from a nice young female doctor, although I didn't like the fact that she put the blasted thing up to my elbow and she was eyeballing my fiancé. Eventually we made it back to Baker Street and to the gold lettering of 221B which was a welcoming sight. I was drugged up on painkillers which were settling in now and didn't even pay attention to Sher bringing my bags up to his flat. I plopped onto the couch and closed my eyes when I heard John and Mary quietly talking to Sherlock. My body felt heavy and I couldn't feel much pain at all now.

"Alyson," Sherlock murmured out as he lovingly caressed my cheek. I leaned into his touch out of instinct and hummed. "I need to go and see what Lestrade was on about. John is going to come with me, but Mary is going to stay here with you." I opened one eye and smiled at him.

"You have such beautiful blue eyes. I love them. Okay, youu run off with John and have fun. Don't die." I slurred out before planting a wet kiss on his mouth and giggled. The curly haired consulting detective rolled his eyes and pressed a loving kiss to my forehead before getting up and leaving with Watson. I was happy they were able to spend time together. I sat up slowly and groaned before stumbling off to the bathroom to vomit once again, then brushed my teeth with the extra toothbrush I kept in the flat. When I came back out Mary was smirking at me from the dining table. Two mugs of tea were sitting on the table and Miss Morstan was sitting down while gesturing for me to sit as well.

"So, we have a lot to talk about it seems." The lovely blonde said with a cheeky grin. I had a feeling that this was going to be a long night of catching up with the wonderful woman I have come to know as a great friend though the time we spent together. "The first one being that you should take a test and you know it."

Yep, I should have known that was coming.