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19 – Sweet

Helena woke up early and went down to the huge gym, she started stretching, waiting for Moran to show up. The man arrived a few minutes later, and smiled widely at her.

"Good morning, soldier," he greeted her.

"Someone's in a good mood," Helena said, tilting her head to the side.

"Gimme fifty, Ellie," he smiled again. Helena rolled her eyes and started doing push-ups. After that, he made her run laps around the gym and then do some sit-ups, and finally he handed her her boxing gloves. She put them on and they started fighting.

"You're better than I thought," Sebastian smirked.

"I'm going to kick your ass," she challenged him.

"We'll see about that, kiddo!"

Helena swung a punch right at his face, and he wasn't able to duck it. Then, she went back at him with a flying kick, and the man fell on the mat, breathing heavily.

"Not bad," he remarked. Helena smiled and helped him up.

They fought for a couple of hours, and Helena got better and better. She had missed the exercise, it made her feel good, it almost made her forget about her problems.

"Ok, let's call it a day," Sebastian said, taking off his boxing gloves, catching his breath.

"Alright," Helena smiled. She went upstairs to take a shower, then went back down to the dining room for lunch.

Jim and Seb were already there, sitting at the table. She joined them, sitting beside Jim, and they ate almost in complete silence. Jim was reading the paper, and Sebastian was mentally planning their next training session.

It was all so quiet and still, that for a second Helena thought she'd never left. For one magic moment, it felt like nothing had happened, no Sherlock, no Jim shooting himself, no Jim being in a coma for six months, nothing.

"Are you okay, my sweet?" Jim said, and she suddenly snapped out of her fantasies.

"Uh, yes, I'm fine," she stuttered. Jim smiled at her, looking like he wanted to say more, but he didn't say anything. Perhaps because Moran was there, or perhaps because he knew there was nothing he could say to make things better.

Helena stared blankly out the window, and she thought she saw someone there, looking in. She shook her head, and when she looked back, there was no one there.

"Jim," she said.

"Yes, love?"

"Security's guarding the place, right?"

"Of course. Why?"

"No reason."

"I can assure you no one could get inside, we're better guarded than Buckingham Palace," Sebastian smiled.

Helena nodded and resumed staring out the window. She was sure she'd seen someone… maybe it was just one of the guards? Yes, it probably was. Besides, that wasn't the right time to get paranoid.

After lunch, Sebastian left to go work a job. Helena followed Jim in the living room, and they sat on the couch. The woman was slowly sipping her gin and tonic, while Jim read yet another paper.

"Jim," she said. The man looked up at her. "Do you really think Sherlock is alive?"

"I do believe that, yes," he said nonchalantly.

"But-"

"Honey, don't make the mistake of underestimating that man."

"They buried him!" Helena found herself yelling. "You just can't let this go, can you?"

"He's alive, Helena. I know it."

"You're insane," she said, and regretted it immediately. Jim gave her a bitter smirk, and resumed reading his paper.

"No," she complained, ripping the paper away from his hands. "We're talking about this."

"There's nothing to talk about. You're just jealous, doll," he said calmly. Helena shot him a dirty look, and was about to yell some insult, but Jim put a finger on her mouth. "You don't have to be jealous, my love. You know you're the most important thing to me, right?"

"No, actually, I don't," she remarked bitterly.

"Sherlock is just a toy," Jim smiled. "You, on the other hand, are the best distraction I could have hoped for. I couldn't live without you," he said. Helena's heart skipped a beat in hearing those words.

"Why do you need to be distracted, Jim?" she asked, though she knew the answer very well. It was the same answer she would have given to that same question.

"Ah, well. Because life is so boring, can't you see? Everything's so ordinary! You, on the other hand, I never know what to expect from you! You're exciting!" he cheered, smiling and caressing Helena's face. She weakly smiled back, and he tilted his head to the side. "You still don't believe me?"

"No, I do, it's just…"

"What is it, love?"

"Nothing," she said. "It's nothing. I'm okay now," she lied, and avoided asking the question that burnt in her mind. Isn't Sherlock exciting, too?

"Okay then," he smiled, and kissed her. Helena gave in to the kiss but Jim pulled away.

"I have to work," he calmly stated, and left her there alone. Helena had to go back to London to get the rest of her stuff, so she just sighed and waited for the black limousine to come pick her up.

When they got to London, she got out of the car and quickly headed into her apartment. She packed the rest of her belongings, including all of her guns in the secret room behind the fireplace, and she called the driver to come help her with the bags. The driver wasn't answering his phone, so she looked out the window to see if the car was still there.

It wasn't.

Where did he go? He was supposed to wait there for her. Maybe he went to grab a cup of coffee, she thought. She couldn't have been more wrong.

Suddenly, she heard the door opening, and Mycroft Holmes waltzed in, followed by three huge bodyguards and doctor John Watson.

Helena didn't even have the time to look surprised, the bodyguards grabbed her by the arms and cuffed her immediately.

"What the fuck is this?" she asked, nearly yelling.

"You're under arrest, my dear," the elder Holmes explained, with a complacent smile.

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