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"RUN!"

BANG!

"Go! Go!"

"I am running!"

"Come on!"

Sherlock grabbed Lily's hand and pulled her along as they both ran along the roof tops in Naples. A man ran after them firing off bullets as he leapt over the rifts between buildings. They both stopped at the edge of the last rooftop and looked out over the street below.

"Shit!" Lily said turning back to see the man gaining on them.

"Come on!" Sherlock said pulling her towards the edge.

"What!" She said looking shell shocked.

"Do you trust me?" He asked looking in her eyes. Lily hesitated only a minute before nodding.

"Yes."

"Then come on!"

Sherlock wrapped his body around hers, bullets whizzing past their heads, as they disappeared over the edge. The shooter stopped just short of the brink and stared down, searching for his targets but seeing only an empty street below. Finally he swore loudly before disappearing from the side.

Two blocks away, in the back of a dump truck on top of a bunch of boxes, Lily was holding onto Sherlock like the end of the world was happening. She cracked an eye open to make sure they were still alive before lifting her head to glare at him.

"You bastard." She said smacking him in the shoulder as he smiled.

"You said you trusted me." He said as she pushed off him.

"I didn't think you were really going to haul me off the roof of a freaking building."

"Obviously you weren't thinking at all."

"Oh don't you start…"

Sherlock laughed out loud as she fought a smile twitching at her lips. He stuck his head over the side of the truck as it came to a slow stop at a red light.

"All clear." He said swinging off the high load. Lily heard him hit the pavement and leaned over to see him standing below.

"What is it with you and jumping off shit?" She said throwing her legs over the side and slipping off. Sherlock grabbed her around the waist, steadying her against his body as she landed. He held her there, staring into her eyes with an unreadable expression, before blinking quickly and letting go. They walked down the street together, both lost in their own thoughts, when suddenly Lily stopped in her tracks.

"Sherlock...Look." She said in a way that had him turning back. On the wall of a thickly graffitied building was a line of text written in bright yellow spray paint.

"I believe in Sherlock. Moriarty was real." Sherlock said looking over the wall with interest.

"Look who it's signed by."

"Watson's Warriors."

She watched him as he turned on his heel and began walking again. Lily watched him with an inquisitive look before running up and catching herself on his arm.

"All the way out here, can you believe it?" She said in a light-hearted tone.

"All the way out here…" He said in a far off voice. He barely acknowledged her presence but simply held her arm in a tight grip as they walked together. Suddenly Lily jerked him to a stop. He looked at her in confusion before following her gaze to see the man who had been trying to kill them before. They froze for a second before exploding into action…in the opposite directions.

"Come on left!" Lily said pulling on Sherlock's arm as he tugged on hers.

"Right will take us back towards the apartments." He said pulling her in that direction. He was the stronger but she dug her heels in and pulled him to a stop.

"He knows where we live Sherlock! That's how he found us!"

"No, he found us because you…"

While they were arguing a street door behind them opened a crack and a pair of eyes watched them carefully.

"Pssst…" A voice said causing them both to look around wildly.

"Pssstt…" It said again. They looked over to see a hand beckoning them inside the building.

"Quick, in here!" The voice said urgently as they looked at the man, who was slowly making his way towards them, before pushing the door open and hurrying inside. The door closed behind them as they turned to see several people, mostly teens and college students but some older adults too, looking at them. Or rather Sherlock, as Lily suddenly realized who they were.

"Watson's Warriors?" She asked as a young man with long brown multicolored hair and deep brown eyes ringed lightly with blue mascara stepped forward and held out his hand.

"That's our name. I'm Damon the leader. You must be Sherlock and..." He said as Lily took his hand.

"Lillian, call me Lily. I'm Sherlock's…"

"Wife, she's my wife." Sherlock said quickly as several girls and a few guys, including Damon, suddenly looked disappointed.

"Some of you hoped the rumors weren't true?" Lily asked with a raised eyebrow. Damon looked a little sheepish as she smiled at him kindly.

"We hoped the rumors were all true. That Sherlock was alive and that he was looking for proof that Moriarty is real." He said happily before looking serious. "Who were you running from?"

"A man hired to make sure a certain computer didn't get hacked into." She replied pulling a USB drive from her bra and tossing it with a smile to Sherlock.

"What's on it?" Damn asked as everyone looked interested.

"If she told you she'd have to kill you." Sherlock said in a bored voice as all the kids looked at each other in excitement.

"He's kidding." Lily said sending a mild glare at him which he ignored. "Thank you but we really should go…"

"Where?" He said suddenly looking over at her. "We can't go back to the apartment, he knows where we are."

"That's what…never mind, never mind..." She said looking frustrated.

"If you need a place to stay, I have a ton of room." Damon said looking from Sherlock to Lily. "My family raises horses out in the country, my parents wouldn't mind if you stayed with us."

"Hold on…" Lily said as she pulled Sherlock into a corner to talk quietly together. After a moment of heated arguing she returned with a satisfied smile on her face.

"We'd be honored to accept your invitation, Damon, thank you." She said as Sherlock rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone.

"You're welcome, if you and Sherlock will wait here for a couple hours. The rest of us have a few more places to go." Damon replied as everyone got ready to leave.

"Wait, before you go…is it true?" Lily asked as she pulled a letter out of her coat pocket.

"Is what true?"

"That you can get messages to anyone."

"Depends, whose the recipient?"

"John Watson."

The whole room went silent as everyone, including Sherlock, stared at her. Lily kept her eyes on Damon, who looked shocked at her request. He looked around at the others at a loss.

"I don't know…if we could even get close to him…he's protected by some real heavy weights." He stammered as she nodded.

"I know. Can you at least get it to London?"

"To Raz?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, we can get it that far. Michelle!"

A young girl with sky blue eyes and golden hair stepped forward with a large backpack. Lily handed the letter over with a quick 'thanks' and a smile before going over to Sherlock. After the small gang left and they had the room to themselves, he looked at her with mild interest.

"Well?" He asked.

"Well what?" She said throwing herself in a chair and unbuttoning her coat.

"Well what was in the letter?"

"Like I'm going to tell you…"

Sherlock moved swiftly to stand over her, placing his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping her in the seat. He stared into her eyes as she coolly watched his expressions. They stayed like that for several minutes before he finally straightened up with an exasperated sigh.

"You are impossible." He snapped as she smiled in triumph.

"No…just a bit unlikely." She replied.

"So…what was it?" Sherlock asked as he sat in a chair across from Lily.

"What was what?"

"The letter, damn it, what was in it?"

Lily sat up, looking ponderous for a moment before smiling softly.

"The truth." She said simply causing him to look confused. Hours later, after Sherlock nearly drove Lily insane for the fun of it, Damon returned with a pick-up truck to get them out of the city unnoticed.

"Quick, get in." He said as they scrambled into the back of the big car.

"Lay down." Another older man with the same eyes as Damon said before throwing a blanket over them. After twenty minutes Damon shouted that they could sit up. Sherlock immediately sat up to see stars thrown like glitter over the night sky as they traveled through the Italian countryside. He watched the sky as it slipped past with a contemplative look before sighing a long rush sadness.

"I miss you John…Molly…even you Lestrade…" He said quietly leaning against the back windows of the truck.

"Mmmm…"

Sherlock jumped as Lily accidentally whacked him in the shin as she threw her arm out sleepily before resting her head on her arm. She had somehow fallen asleep in the back of the truck and, with the starlight shimmering on her pale skin and dark hair, looked like a sleeping angel. He smiled to himself as he stared back up at the stars. If she had heard what he'd just said she would have never stopped teasing him about it.

"Though there isn't anyplace else I would rather be…" He said with a small smile as the stars reflected in his eyes…

Sunlight, falling lightly onto Lily's face, streamed through the open window as she slowly woke up. She blinked blearily before suddenly gasping and pushing herself up to look around at the room. It was painted a bright warm yellow color that reminded Lily of sunflowers with all white furnishings. The room was a small guest room judging by the niceness of the sheets, furniture, and the adjoining bathroom. She was lying in a large canopy bed with sheer white curtains, blankets, and sheets.

Lily looked down at herself and saw she was wearing a delicate nightgown of the lightest shade of blue possible without being completely translucent. She unconsciously reached out a hand and felt the warmth, but no body, of the side Sherlock slept on.

"Of course not, he's already up. Probably complaining about how bored he is." She said to herself as she got out of bed and went to the window. A strange sight greeted her as she looked out over the beautiful countryside. Sherlock was brushing a large dark brown horse in the middle of a corral. But it wasn't what he was doing that caused her to look at him in bewilderment.

In the entire time she had known him, he had never worn anything but a suit, pajamas, or on the rare occasion, nothing at all. Now, as he finished brushing the horse and picked up the saddle that was near his feet, he was wearing blue jeans and his favorite purple button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. As he finished saddling the horse, Sherlock looked up at her and Lily couldn't help but smile at the shine in his eyes that she could see even from this distance.

He gestured for her to come down and she nodded, holding up her hand to tell him to wait. She appeared ten minutes later on the edge of the corral wearing jeans and a simple blue t-shirt. Sherlock, already up on the horse, trotted over.

"She's beautiful." Lily said looking up at him as she climbed on top of the fence to see better.

"Yes, she is." He said as she hesitantly held out her hand to the horse.

"What's her name?"

"Princess."

Lily laughed as the horse nuzzled her hand looking for a treat.

"Of course, she must be royalty for you to be riding her." She said with a mischievous glance up at Sherlock.

"Har, har." He said causing her to giggle.

"What happened after we got in?" She asked. "I remember getting in the back of a truck but…"

"You fell asleep." He deadpanned before kicking the horse and galloping away from her. She watched him with mild confusion that became a fond smile before she turned back to the house. Lily peeked around the corner and sighed in relief as she saw a stove, oven, and sink with a counter in the middle of the room. Sherlock may never eat and might not know how to cook a decent meal, but that didn't mean she couldn't.

She walked into the kitchen and looked around approvingly. There was plenty of space and lots of cupboards to hold everything, including a rack above the island counter that held all the pots and pans. Lily walked over and pulled down one of the skillets. She tested its weight and smiled as she saw how worn it was.

"Oh…"

Lily spun around at the sudden noise, raising the pan in a defensive gesture, visions of Moriarty or Mark walking through the door with her dead husband. What she saw instead was a very pregnant young woman, about her age with short light brown hair and the same eyes as Damon, holding a loaf of bread and a few tomatoes looking at her with a shocked expression.

"Hi." The woman said finally.

"Hi."

"Expecting trouble?" She asked before walking past her with a smile.

"Wha-? Oh, sorry…"

Lily lowered the pan with a sheepish look before sitting on one of the chairs around the counter. The pregnant woman placed the bread near her and began slicing the tomatoes.

"So…you're Damon's…"

"Sister, I'm his older sister, Gabriella." She said putting the tomatoes on a plate and beginning to slice the bread.

"Oh…"

"Mama's out with Papà and Damon in the stables. One of the mares had her calf before dawn today, seems like everyone around here's pregnant."

"Oh…"

"After Papà brought you and your husband back here, oh he is so sweet…"

"Who?"

"Your man, of course, I see why you married him."

"My ma-…my husband? Sherlock? Sweet?" Lily said looking at Gabriella like she was crazy before laughing. "You must be joking."

"After Papà brought you back Sherlock carried you up to the room Mamà has made up for guests. That constitutes as sweet in my book." She replied causing her to stop laughing abruptly. Gabriella watched the other woman carefully as her eyes filled with an indistinct emotion and sighed deeply. She smiled knowingly as she placed a slice of bread and a few slices of tomatoes on a plate before pushing them towards Lily.

"He doesn't eat much, your man, does he?" She said pouring out a glass of milk for herself as the darker haired woman began to eat.

"He likes tea and toast with jam for breakfast, after that it's usually a crapshoot for what he'll eat. We did make a deal though. He eats breakfast and something for dinner and I don't nag him about sleeping." Lily said between bites of fresh bread and tomato. "It's worked, amazingly, for a few months anyway."

"That would have been good to know earlier…" Gabriella said rolling her eyes as Lily looked up.

"Did he not eat anything yet?" She asked.

"No, he claimed I didn't know what I was doing when I told him I didn't have blackberry jam then stormed out after I told him he could have his pick of the horses in the stable to ride."

"Why…he doesn't even like blackberry jam!"

"It seemed important to him that there was blackberry jam."

They both ate and drank in silence before Lily looked up suddenly.

"I like blackberry jam." She said looking confused.

"Sweet." Gabriella said with another knowing smile. "Want to help me make something for dinner? Or would you rather go riding after your man?"

"First, he's not my man. Second, I don't know how to ride a horse and, third, I would love to help you cook. Maybe I can make something to entice Sherlock's palate." Lily said finishing her plate and smiling as the pregnant woman shook her head.

"Of course he's your man…" She said.

"When are you due?" Lily asked.

"Two months. She's going to be lovely." Gabriella replied as she allowed the change of subject. They worked side by side all day to create a wonderful meal and talked together about everything and anything but why Lily and Sherlock had appeared in the middle of the night on the back of a pick-up truck.