Mycroft received a text and ran off to Greg and then they drove over to get John. The sooner they get to where ever Sherlock and Cheshire, the sooner they felt relaxed and the more the world felt right once again. It was about five in the morning and Sherlock was interrogating C.C.K. "You mutilated both men and women. The need to show what you're capable of tells me that you have a need for attention." Sherlock said as he paced. Seb was in on the interrogation and was recording it. He was a killer, but he did it with a purpose. When he was a boy, he read American comics about mercenaries and service men. His favorite must've been the Punisher when he started working for Jim. Yes, Sebastian Moran, still read comic books when he was alone and had time to kill. The only other person who knew about it was Jim. Speaking of our little Irish maniac, he was lost and had a nasty fight with Julia. It wasn't his fault her was gay, but someone had to play the victim. "Julia?! Where are you?!" he shouted. Jim had sprained his ankle after tripping on a large fallen branch. "Oh, great. A road." he growled. He heard a car coming and went to the side to see if he could hitch a ride to London, get his foot fixed, and get some help for Seb. "Is that Moriarty?" asked John. Jim felt humiliated. He had his thumb out like in the movies he's seen and saw the car pull up to him. "Oh, great, not him again." Julia pouted. Greg sighed and parked. "Great, it's you four." he groaned. Greg showed his unamused look. "Just get in and help us find Sherlock and Cheshire." the officer ordered. Jim was too exhausted to argue and got in. Julia ended up punching the daylights out of Jim. They all started yelling and pulled over to get some fresh air. Mycroft texted Sherlock of the set back and was given a picture of C.C.K. John saw and gaped at the beaten murderer. "Is that Doctor Danio?" he asked in astonishment. Indeed it was John's colleague at the hospital. Sherlock and Seb left the room and saw Cheshire was awake and trying to walk. Her skin was seriously pale and she looked weak. Seb went over and sat her back down gently. Sherlock sat by her and analyzed her condition as he felt her forehead as he received a dark glare.

Cheshire had a small fever, probably because of walking all night in the rain and not eating. Mycroft was angry as he walked down the road. They had to turn around because Julia and Jim needed medical attention because of how beaten each other were. Also, they wouldn't stop beating each other like little kids over a massive bag of candy. He saw a large manor and started going up to it. Sherlock saw Mycroft coming up and texted him.

"Door's open"-SH

Mycroft went inside and saw Cheshire running from Sherlock. Mycroft stared at Sherlock for an answer and the younger sighed. "She won't sit down or rest. She's sick." Mycroft and Sherlock both knew what they had to do. Hopefully it still works. They searched the house and found a locked door. Seb silently followed the brothers to see what they're doing to get Cheshire to actually rest. Both brothers had a secret and preferred people not to know about it.

"When we woke up and smiled today

We couldn't help but sing your name

Cause it's the first thing that came to our mind-"

Seb couldn't believe his ears. They could sing! Sherlock's baritone voice and Mycroft's alto one melted into a harmony. Cheshire had messaged them about the song when it came out and they actually liked it. The song was a good song and it was happy.

"We will constantly remain the same and you'll always be ours-"

"In curing you, I found the truth, because you're the only people who understands the way that I survive."

Seb heard Cheshire and her voice was stunning. Mycroft and Sherlock found out where she was and grabbed her firm enough to not agitate her shoulder. Cheshire squirmed and protested as Sherlock got her back on the couch. "You need to rest. You're defiantly running a slight fever and your shoulder won't get better if you keep running." Mycroft ordered. Cheshire growled and reluctantly did what she was told. Seb didn't say anything and just helped getting her to stay in one spot. Later, all the men went to interrogating Doctor Danio. "Why are you killing in the first place?" questioned Mycroft. Every killer has a motive and some serial killers just have a deranged motive or something else. "They were all so pretty or strong. I just wanted to see if it was the same on the inside. I would keep them for a while as I dated them. I would watch them first, though. I was going to go after a Doctor Watson, but then I saw Cheshire on the telly and thought 'Oh my… Isn't she a diamond in the ruff? I must see how she grows with age.' I was going to earn her trust and then utilize it. I was going to be her hero." Danio said in a cold unnerving voice that got everyone on edge. They left the room and saw Cheshire was gone again. "CHESHIRE MARIE!" Mycroft shouted. Cheshire came from the restroom annoyed. "What?" she asked going back on the couch with her laptop on Google Docs. Mycroft didn't answer and sat down going for his phone. Cheshire ended up falling asleep again, which was a relief for everyone in the room. It meant they didn't have to worry about her getting worse and sleep was probably the best they could do for her at the time being. Mycroft was extremely happy that his sister was safe, but something triggered a flashback. One that had both him and his little brother at each other's throats for a year.

Sherlock stormed into Mycroft's condo with cold fire in his eyes. "Mycroft!" he shouted. The eldest looked at him and knew what was coming. Cheshire was in her room packing for her abroad adventure in America when Sherlock came. "Why is she going to America?" Sherlock growled. The older stood and took Sherlock outside onto the deck. "I have a hit-man after my head and until the police get that hit-man out of my hair, Cheshire is a target." Mycroft quietly said. Sherlock glared daggers and rubbed his eyes. "What does that make me?" he asked angrily. "Another target." Mycroft answered darkly. Sherlock looked like he hasn't slept in a few days. Mycroft looked inside to make sure that Cheshire wasn't eavesdropping like she usually does when she hears her name in a conversation. He relaxed when he saw no one in the glass door. "Why America?" Mycroft sighed and rubbed his face. "Professor Scrogh, from the museum is going on a trip there to study some archaeological digs and to see if he is able to send some of the artifacts back for the museum. I told him about the hit-man and he offered to take Cheshire into America to keep her safe." Sherlock wasn't any more relaxed at the answer then he was when he came. "Cheshire should still be with us. If she goes to America, something might since she left the next day, Sherlock and Mycroft never got on good terms with each other and bot worried what kind of family Cheshire would come home to. If she left knowing her family was dissolving, then how would her family be when she came home?

The memory was interrupted by a scream and a gunshot. Mycroft felt something burning hot in his lower abdomen.