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Silence fell over the house as the two older men watched the young couple stare at the phone in complete shock.

Gibbs just sat on the couch casually as he watched his daughter's and the man she was now dating. The unusual look of shock covered his face as he gently took the phone out of Kylie's hand, examining the picture closely.

"Moriarty's alive?" Kylie asked him quietly.

Sherlock didn't respond, he was just lost in his own thoughts, staring at the screen in complete and utter shock.

"That damn picture's being broadcasted all over the world. Son of a bitch hijacked every broadcast network around the globe," Fornell told them.

Now Kylie wasn't listening. She was nearly numb in shock as she watched Sherlock stare blankly at her phone.

He really hadn't known. He had been there. He had sworn he was dead. The most brilliant man she knew, would have sworn on his life that James Moriarty was dead. The fact that he had been tricked by it, meant that they were dealing with a much more dangerous criminal than they had believed him to be.

SMACK

A hand gently, but firmly swatted her on the back of the head, startling her out of her trance only to see her father crossing back into the kitchen.

"Rule number three Kylie," her father told her as he went down the basement.

Kylie shut her before she stared at the floor in shock.

"Rule number three?" Fornell asked Kylie as he sat on the couch, "What's that one?"

"Never believe what you are told," Kylie muttered, "Always double check."

"Yeah," Fornell said as he nodded, "I guess that one would have come in handy since two people you thought were dead, have turned out not to be."

Kylie glared at him, before glancing at Sherlock who had crossed to the other side of the room, typing furiously on his own phone as he kept glancing at Kylie's on the other end of the room.

He had a stony expression on, but Kylie knew better; he was worried, extremely worried.

"I didn't come by to be an ass and rub it in," Fornell said as he drew her attention back to him, "I only do that to your father. You on the other hand, I actually like."

Kylie laughed lightly and rolled her eyes, "You sure? Because I'm nearly positive that you are the only person outside of NCIS that he hangs out with, and I thought it was some weird male ritual where you two act like you hate each other but it really means you are BFFs."

"You know, I hated your anthropological talk when you worked for me," Fornell smiled at her.

"And yet, you still hired me."

"No, the head of the FBI did that. I was just in charge of you."

"Yet you still scoffed at me when I showed up at my first crime scene," Kylie countered.

"If I remember correctly, you had just gotten your PhD and were 23 and showed up in jeans," Fornell told her, "I thought it was a practical joke."

Kylie smiled. Agent Tobias Fornell was her boss at the FBI when she worked for both NCIS and the FBI. The older man and her dad had gotten off to a rough start when Fornell married her stepmother after her father had gotten divorced. Once Fornell had divorced her too, he and Gibbs became friends. They were a lot alike in many different ways, but Fornell always had a lot of respect for Kylie. Sure, he had thought otherwise when she first started working for him. Hell, she had been just a kid. Which to a point, she still was 'just a kid' in his eyes, but now she had experience under her belt.

"Yeah, you did till you tried to kick me off the scene, I gave you a few choice words and then my findings," she countered.

Fornell laughed, "I think you are the only person to have ever given me your findings, smiled, and promptly told me to 'take that and shove it where the sun don't shine' on my own crime scene and leave alive."

"You always did like feisty women though. That's why you married one of my many stepmothers."

"I wish you would stopped me," Fornell told her.

Kylie laughed, "She is really a nice woman. I got along with her."

"That's the problem with you redheads…"

"Hey…"

Fornell laughed and they fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments before he broke it.

"How you doing?" he asked suddenly.

Kylie sighed and dropped her head, "My dad told you?"

"Oh God no," Fornell told her, "DiNozzo did."

Kylie sighed angrily, cursing her 'older brother's' big mouth.

"The FBI and CIA are trying to hunt down Thomas, and now this Moriarty guy," he continued, "But I wanted to come by and see how you were doing."

"When did you get so sensitive Tobias?" Kylie chided.

"I did marry your step mother, who sucked every ounce of my soul out of me, but give me some credit," Fornell told her, "You were the best hire I ever made. Despite the death threats your father gave me if I recruited you over to FBI."

Kylie laughed, remembering how much her father hadn't wanted her to take the job at the FBI.

"You worked for me for years, Kylie. You were young and kicked ass at your job. Even though I knew you as an adult, you always were like a daughter to me."

"Don't let my Dad hear that," Kylie joked.

Fornell laughed before he looked at her once more, "I'm sorry for what that son of a bitch did to you," he told her in a soft voice that was not typical of him, "I promise you, we will hunt him down…"

"No," she told him quietly, "Don't. Please."

Fornell frowned at her, seeing Sherlock look up from behind Kylie.

"Thomas is a bastard. He needs to be stopped, legally. You, nor my father need to be breaking the law. Too much as already been sacrificed. I don't need to lose my family too."

Fornell stayed silent as he looked at her, watching the Englishman as well. The younger man had paused from typing on his phone and was staring at Kylie with a different look that Fornell had seen prior. There was a softness in his eyes.

Damn, Jethro was right. The kid really was in love with her…

"Okay," Fornell told her softly.

Kylie raised an eyebrow at him, "Really It was that easy?"

"Yep," Fornell said smiling at her.

Kylie just looked at him suspiciously.

Her father came back up through the kitchen and set down his old Glock 23 0.40 caliber on the table in front of her before walking over to Sherlock and holding out another Glock for him as well.

Sherlock just looked up at him.

"I trust you know how to use this?" Gibbs asked him.

"Of course," Sherlock told him simply.

"Good, you are probably going to need it," Gibbs told him as he set it down next to him.

Kylie looked at her father, "Dad, one person shot at us. Its not like that hasn't happened before…."

"No, Kylie," Her father cut her off angrily, "You two were almost gunned down outside of my own damn house, and now you have two psychopaths after you. I am your father, Kyleigha. I am here to protect you. One of those two psychopaths already touched you, and God knows what would have happened to you if you hadn't been hanging out with Sherlock and that doctor. So, yeah, I'm allowed to take precautions and put you two under house arrest with a babysitter due to the fact that you two cant keep your hands off each other."

Kylie just gaped at her father, as Sherlock stared at him in confusion.

"You are staying here with Tobias for your own safety," Gibbs concluded, "I'll be back."

"No, we aren't," Sherlock said suddenly, causing Gibbs to stop in his tracks. He slowly turned and face the younger man.

"Excuse me?" Gibbs growled.

"We are going back to London," Sherlock told him simply as he got up and walked over to Kylie, handing her back her phone, "As soon as possible. We are needed."

"I don't believe you understand what I just said," Gibbs told him as he walked over to the younger man, staring him in the eye.

"I did," Sherlock replied, "Obviously."

"Both of you," Kylie criticized as she stood up, standing between the two men, "stop."

She sighed and turned to Sherlock, "Why do we have to go back right now?"

Sherlock looked at her as if she had grown a third head, causing her to roll her eyes, "Other than the fact that Moriarty is obviously back."

Sherlock stared at her for a moment, "Mycroft traced the source of the hijacked signal to a remote location just outside of London. The first emails were to MI6, Thames house, Mycroft, myself, and you. Next was John and Scotland yard, before the signal was broadcasted over every screen in London, spreading outward from there. London is where Moriarty is and Mycroft is sending a private jet with fake passports that will allow us to be smuggled into the country undetected."

Kylie stared at him for a moment.

She wanted to be with her Dad for longer, but she knew Sherlock was right. If the message originated in London, that's where Moriarty is. It was either a lure or a sign; either way, they really needed to get back to London.

She slowly turned back to her father, "At least there's no one shooting at us in London."

Her father scoffed at her for a moment, "But you still have shooter after you."

"Either way, the shooter is employed by Thomas, who is connected to Moriarty. We bring down one of them, we have an answer to another," Kylie told him.

"I'm not letting you walk into that," Gibbs told her.

"I have a shooter who may or may not be after me here Dad," Kylie told him.

"You do," all three men told her at the same time, causing Kylie to roll her eyes once more.

"What I'm saying is, I am needed in London; both Sherlock and I. I can't stay in hiding forever. You know that. I can take care of myself."

Her father just looked at her.

"You guys track down the shooter here, and Sherlock and I will head back to London, undetected. His brother is practically the British government. We'll be under protection, trust me."

"She's right, Jethro," Fornell told him.

"Did I ask you Tobias?" Gibbs snapped towards the other man.

"No, but you are so good at …."

"LADIES!" Kylie yelled at them, finally getting them to stop, "I love you both. But seriously, go to couple's counseling. And I thought Sherlock and I argued…"

Gibbs and Fornell looked at each other, lost by her insinuation.

"I am going to London. Its what is safest for me, and best for everyone. So now, I am going to pack. And I will be back down when you two figure it out and come to your senses," Kylie told them before she turned on her heel and walked up the stairs.

Sherlock turned and looked at two men, who were growing angrier by the minute. It only took him a moment before he quickly made the decision to follow Kylie up the stairs.

He walked in the room to see Kylie not packing, but sitting on the bed with her head in her hands.

He stopped in his tracks, unsure of what to do.

Kylie sighed and looked up at him, stifling a laugh. He frowned at her.

"What?"

"I never thought I would see the day with you in clothing from that 'idiotic American university' that I went to," she told him with a smile.

Sherlock looked down and read 'GEORGE WASHINTON UNIVERSITY' on the front of the sweatshirt he was currently wearing. He sighed and rolled his eyes; she was never going to let him forget this.

"Your father handed it to me," he told her, "I was with out one and he made presumptions."

She grinned at him as he sat on the bed next to her, "Yeah, well he kind of had a right to when you are shirtless and we are making out in my childhood living room." She stopped and smiled at the floor, "…as good as it was…"

He looked at her for a moment before shifting awkwardly, something that Kylie didn't miss.

It had been good… it had been damn good. It was bringing up feelings and reactions he had suppressed since he hit puberty.

She looped her arm through his and dropped her head on his shoulder, "What are we going to do Sherlock?"

His heart fluttered with the intimate and innocent touch.

"With Moriarty being alive still… How in the hell can he still be alive?" she asked.

Sherlock stayed silent. That had been the same question he had been asking himself since the moment Kylie had opened that text message. It was impossible. He had seen Moriarty put a loaded gun in his mouth and pull the trigger. He had seen the blood, the bits of brain, his body. Sure, he hadn't taken a pulse… but there was no way he could have faked it. His mind had already run through every scenario, calculating the possibilities and outcomes like a chess match. But nothing; he came up with nothing.

What was the chance that not one, but both men had faked their own deaths to get the other player to play along? Slim to none. Sherlock had gone up on that roof knowing Moriarty's end game. The only thing he hadn't predicted were the gunmen and the bullet Moriarty put in his own skull.

Why fake it though? What did he have to gain through disappearing? Or making Sherlock believe that he was dead? None of it made sense.

He felt Kylie pick her head up and look at him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" she asked quietly as she rubbed his arm.

He just looked at her for a moment, something turning in him as her large blue eyes stared at him. He never believed people when they said 'eyes were the gateway to the soul', but looking in her eyes, he was starting to believe differently.

He could tell from the way she was looking at him that she sincerely cared. They hadn't even said anything and she actually wanted to know what he was thinking.

This damn woman kept proving his prior beliefs wrong… every time… He hated when he when he was prove wrong, yet every time she did this to him, it accentuated this feeling inside of him, this amazing, fluttery, warm sensation that only she was able to coax out of him.

He just stayed silent and shook his head slightly before leaning over and kissing her forehead, his hand finding hers and intertwining it.

"Come on, pack your things," he told her quietly as he squeezed her hand and got up, "The jet will be here in a few hours."

Kylie sighed and watched him leave the room. She hadn't expected him to actually talk to her, but she had hoped he would.

She ran a hand through her hair before she stood up, grabbing the small suitcase out from under the bed. She was thankful that she had packed light when going to Argentina, it made repacking that much easier.

She was finally going back to London for good. Things had changed. More things had changed in the last 72 hours than she would have ever expected. It blew her mind. The man that she had thought to be in a relationship with another woman, crushed her and broke her heart, was now here and they were in a relationship. Everything had pointed to the fact that he didn't care for her, yet he was here, explained everything, and now, he was taking her back to London with him as they went off chasing Moriarty, who was also back from the dead.

It had all happened in a whirlwind. She wasn't even sure that she should trust these feelings, if she should even let Sherlock in after what he did to her.

He explained himself. He apologized.

Thomas lied to you too and look what happened on that end.

Sherlock isn't Thomas, Kylie. You know that.

You didn't think Thomas was capable of what he actually did… and you were with him for years.

He's not Thomas.

She sighed and put her head in her hands. Was she doing the right thing? Sure, she had a right to be happy, a right to move on from what Thomas did to her, but was she ready?

Yes, her heart was telling her yes, leap into this; but her brain was telling her otherwise. She needed to not run into this.

It was Sherlock. Not Thomas.

She really needed to stop.

Just take it one day at a time Kylie. One day at a time.

She quickly piled all of her stuff into the small suitcase and zipped it shut, praying that she was making the right decision by going back to London.

&($*(#) )(

Kylie sat in the back of a generic, standard government SUV next to Sherlock as her father and Tony drove them to the airport. Her father had made the two of them dress to be unrecognizable; mainly in hoodies, baseball caps and sunglasses. Kylie had protested, but she knew it was just her father's way of trying to protect her.

She was just in shock that Sherlock had gone along with it that easily.

Kylie sighed and looked out the window as they drove through the main section of the airport to the private sector.

She had just gotten to DC, and now she was leaving. She hadn't seen her father in two years; the longest she had ever gone without seeing her father since her mother and sister had died. She missed him. She just wanted to see him for a bit longer, but the circumstances had changed.

Jim Moriarty had come back from the dead.

"This is stupid," Tony burst out, no longer able to contain himself in the tense silence, "you just got shot at and another psychopath is after you and now you are going back to London, right where he wants you…"

"Tony, it's the best place for me," Kylie told him.

"You are just going right where they…"

"I can handle myself Tony," Kylie told him firmly.

Gibbs looked over at the younger man, giving him a stare that told him to bite his tongue.

The look wasn't missed by Kylie. She knew that her father was against her leaving, but from the look he was currently giving Tony, he knew she was right. London was the best and safest place for her at the moment and gave them the best chance for them to bring Moriarty and Thomas down once and for all.

"Here," Sherlock said as he pointed towards a jet parked on the runway, pulling Kylie from her thoughts.

Gibbs parked the car next to the jet. Kylie sighed. This was it.

Sherlock hopped out and held out a hand for Kylie. She gave him a half-smile before she took his hand and allowed him to help her out of the back of the car.

"About time," John Watson said as he descended the stairs of the jet, fumbling with his jacket pockets.

"John?" Kylie asked in complete shock, "What in the hell are you doing here?"

"Coming to pick up my two friends who can't even pick up the phone to return my phone calls, yet can arrange for a jet and fake passports?" John questioned as he reached the bottom of the stairs and held out two passports for them, "Making me the beurocratic brother's personal assistant."

"How…?"

"Contrary to popular belief, Mycroft and I do talk," John told Sherlock, cutting him off.

The three friends stood there in silence.

"Look, as of right now, you are," John began as he opened the passports, "Anna and Jonathan Wiley."

"We're married?" Kylie asked taking the passport, "Jesus, Mycroft is subtle."

Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes before huffing and grabbing one of Kylie's bags.

"Not so fast," Gibbs said as he grabbed Sherlock's arm, "We need to talk first."

Sherlock turned and looked at him, "I believe we already did."

"I have a few reminders for you."

"I think I know the point of the conversation."

Gibbs stared at him for a moment.

"Dad, let him go!" Kylie called out.

Sherlock looked up at the older Gibbs, "I'll keep her safe," he muttered to him before turning back and walking up the stairs to the jet.

"Seriously Dad, stop threatening my boyfriend," Kylie said as she smiled at him.

Gibbs looked at his daughter, "I want you to be safe."

"I will be, Dad. You know that this is the right choice."

"You don't seem to sure of that."

Kylie paused. She hated when her father could read her.

"It will be," she told him as firmly as she could.

Gibbs gave her a smile and pulled her into his arms, kissing her temple, "As much as I hate that Sherlock guy for taking you away from me, I like him. Stay close to him."

"Really? I couldn't tell that from your friendly demeanor."

"Shut up," Gibbs told her as he held her tighter, causing Kylie to laugh before they fell into silence.

"He's not Thomas, bug. Just know that. I can tell," he told her quietly, "He makes you happy. Never let that go."

She buried her head in his neck before kissing him on the cheek and pulling away.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

She turned to Tony and hugged him tightly.

"Take care of my Dad, will you?" she asked him.

"Only if you take care of yourself," He told her as he kissed her cheek.

"Will do," she said as she pulled away.

She gave her father and Tony one last wave before grabbing her bag and getting on the plane, closely followed by John.

She stepped onto the jet and her breath caught in her throat. The jet looked like airforce one. It was obviously a luxury jet, but she wasn't used to high-class life.

"Wow, Mycroft pulled out all the stops," Kylie muttered as Sherlock took her bag and stored it.

"That's about what I said when I got on," John commented as he took a seat, buckling up, "This wasn't what they transported us to Afganistan on."

"It's Mycroft's way of showing off," Sherlock commented as he urged Kylie into the seat across from John before him.

Kylie took her seat as the attendant came out and started talking to them quietly, offering them any beverages they desired. But she wasn't listening, she was too busy staring at her father and Tony in the SUV, watching them from afar as they plane began taxing out onto the runway.

"You okay Kylie?" John asked as he looked at his friend.

She turned to find both John and Sherlock staring at her.

"Yeah, fine," Kylie lied as she glanced once more out the window, seeing Tony and her father disappear as they took off.

"So how'd you get the job of special messanger boy for Mycroft?" she asked lightly, trying to get the attention off of her.

"Well since you two wouldn't call me back, I had to call Mycroft, who filled me in," John told them.

"Sorry, we saw the email and my Dad sort of freaked out because someone shot at us…"

"Wait, what?" John asked, his eyes nearly bugging out of his skull.

"It was nothing," Sherlock said, glossing over the fact, "What does Mycroft know so far? I'm assuming he sent you with information?"

"We're fine," Kylie told him, "Sherlock got grazed but we are both fine."

"Grazed?" John asked in complete shock, "One of you gets hit with a bullet and its nothing?"

"Yeah, we are both alive, aren't we?" Sherlock asked, "Now, information?"

John just gaped at them.

"What?" Kylie asked, "I patched him up. It wasn't like I'd let him bleed to death and let it get infected."

"Please tell me you two are at least together now," John said as he handed Sherlock a folder, "because if you two aren't, it will just give me that much more of a reason that I should throttle the both of you."

"You're a bit crotchety when you aren't getting any fuzz," Sherlock snapped in return.

Kylie stifled a laugh of amusement at Sherlock's chide at sex. She doubted he even really knew what he said, but it was damn funny timing.

"Why, because you are now?" John asked with a raised eyebrow.

Sherlock looked up at John in bewilderment, causing John's grin to grow even more.

"Sherlock, what does mean in that context?" Kylie asked, "Do you even know?"

He looked at her in bewilderment, "Doesn't it mean…?"

He trailed off in silence, hoping that someone else would fill in the blanks.

"Yeah, point proven," Kylie smiled as she looked back at John.

"Are you two together or not?" John asked.

"Can we just work, John?" Kylie asked.

"You are, aren't you?" John asked with a shit eating grin.

"Yes, we are together as you put it, so now, can we please work?" Sherlock snapped as a blush began creeping up his neck as he hid behind the file, reading it.

Kylie bit her lip and smiled to herself as looked at the floor.

They were together, and now it was out in the open with their friends.

Things weren't good in the world, but hearing Sherlock say that they were together made all the problems in the world seem minute.

I know… it wasn't the best, but review anyway? Please?