Sherlock and Raine stepped into the spacious manor allowing the door to echo shut behind them. The home was dusty and most of the curtains drawn giving it a darker, almost gothic air.

"No lights," he noted seeing the chandelier above them had no light bulbs. It was there, hanging for decoration. His eyes glanced to the surplus windows that surrounded them. All of the heavy red curtains were drawn letting no natural light in. "Lights bother you," he mused seeing a smashed lamp in the corner of the room.

"Migraines," she answered him. "It's part of the condition. They constantly pester me, and the lack of light helps... on good days."

"On bad days?" he asked her. She looked over his shoulder and gave him a teasing smile.

"You can ask me old partner, Reid, that. He's six feet under... well, I say six feet. Really it's more like four and half with cement poured over him and his intestines mostly down his throat. It was a rough day, and he was a traitrous bastard, so well, you know," she laughed with a slight hum as a dog came bolting out of a nearby room letting the door swing on its hinges. "Hi, Dog," she greeted ruffling the dog's fur and squatting down to scratch his ears.

"His name is Toby," Sherlock informed her happy that Jen's dog was still alive. She would be pleased with that.

"I like calling him Dog," she answered with a grin looking up at him before turning back to to Toby. "Isn't that right, Dog? Who's a good dog? You're a good dog." She scratched behind his ears grinning as Toby wagged his tail in excitement.

"Over-sentimental towards animals," Sherlock noted making her laugh before muttering an amendment.

"And children," she replied. "There's just something too innocent about that two; it would be wrong to damn them." The door the sitting room Toby burst out of was gently pushed open to reveal a plain young woman dressed in a pristine business suit. She looked pleasant enough, so why exactly she was in the company of a woman of Raine's temperament was a wonder.

"There you are, Raine," she smiled at the woman. Raine stood causing Toby to run off back to the sitting room.

"What is it, Eliza?" she asked dusting her hands clean of any dog hair only causing it to stick to her dress much to her dissatisfaction.

"Your mother's here," she told her making Raine slowly pause from dusting off her hands.

"Hm," she muttered with a frown. "Be dear," she told Sherlock putting a tight hand around his arm, "and go keep mummy busy while I change."

"If I must," he answered her. With a quick hand, she untied the tie and ripped it off Sherlock before wrapping the silk around her hand. "I know you hate the thing," she told him with a smile. "The only thing silk ties are useful for bedroom activities; do never try to impress me, Mr. Holmes. That is rather boring."

"Noted," he answered before she hmmed and turned away to run up the stairs. Sherlock turned to look to Eliza, who gesture to the sitting room that Toby had went in. He nodded and made his way inside to see Regina Alder at the piano playing a soft tune as Toby laid next to her with his head between his paws.

"I suppose it makes sense you would be here," he mused cause her to pause in her piano playing to look up at Sherlock.

"Mr. Holmes, what a pleasant surprise," she purred with the same teasing smile Jen had a tendency to give him. He missed that smile; he missed her, but he pushed down his feelings and emotions trying to tell himself that this was a case.

"Is it?" he questioned stepping closer to her.

"I thought she would at least hospitalize you," Regina informed him looking over his person for any bodily injuries but finding none. That scared her more. "I was wrong; that's a surprise."

"So the insomnia, isn't insomnia? It's the fact that she's leading a double life," Sherlock mused. "She shuts down her mind, and Raine has the opportunity to take over, so she works herself past exhaustion to prevent it. It was the same for you before you were... 'cured.'"

"A sound deduction," she replied with a smile. "Do you worry about her?"

"Jen can be saved," Sherlock answered with assurance only causing Regina to tisk.

"You'll save Jen, but at what cost?" she questioned seeking for him to see what needed to be done if all was to be set right. "Jen will never be a full person; part of her will always be missing. You are overlooking what needs to happen if you wish to help her... truly help her, not just help yourself."

"Help myself?" he asked her genuinely wanting her input. She knew who Raine was; she had experience with both women: Jen and Raine.

"You poor boy," she sighed. "You are in love with a woman who lacks the ability to be whole. Of course, you want to save the part you love, but at what cost to her?"

"Raine being eliminated from her-"

"Will only harm her," Regina finished for him. "She's need to be put back together, not reverted to the way she was. She can't simply be Jen anymore. She has to be both in one; she has to be Ginevra."

"You want me to fix her?" he asked disgusted. "Are you aware that most people believe Dissociative Personality is just a lie, an illusion to gain attention? How am I supposed to fix her when the closest thingspsychology has as a cure is to talk? Talking, that's it. I have nothing to go on, and you want to fix her?"

"Yes," Regina replied. Her simply answered caused a heaviness to fall over them. She put a lot of faith into him, and in her one answer, Sherlock knew that he was the only chance Ginevra Lorraine had left. He had to put aside his need to simply save only Jen, ripping her out of Raine's grasp, in order to save Ginevra. Raine and Jen needed to both cease to exist, in a way, to save her, and that pained him. Jen would be out of his reach in a swirling mixture of Raine and her own personalities to create a woman he's never met: Ginevra Lorraine. Could he do that?

Sherlock didn't get the chance to answer as Raine pushed the door open dressing in black jeans and a white tank top. Her hair was brushed out, and she looked a little more than a little annoyed to see her mother sitting at her piano.

"Hello Mother," Raine answered bitterly before throwing herself in a chair. Sherlock observed Raine's look of annoyance, and then Regina's look of amusement.

"Why are you are acquainted?" he questioned looking between Regina and Raine. He was sure that Raine shared no connections with Jen; that everyone in Jen's life was Raine's enemy, yet they seemed just fine being in the same room together.

However, Sherlock should have known better; Jen barely had any contact with Regina for her own good, Regina claimed. So, it only made sense that Regina would have contact with Raine; that Regina would talk to the side of Ginevra that knew the truth. Raine understood why she left; Jen didn't. Sherlock wondered how many years Regina had been 'cured' of her multiple personalities, and how many she had.

"Someone had to make sure she didn't tear down England," Regina answered with a smile at him.

"Not that I didn't try," Raine replied dully before she crossed one leg over the other and picked up a book sitting on the table. She quickly opened it and pretended to read, but she was too distracted for the written word. Her hand fiddled and curved around a small gold band on her left hand trying to find something to keep fidgeting. She was a fidgeter like Jen.

"I may not be young anymore, dear, but I'm still your mother," Regina quipped back. "I know you."

"I know," she snapped resentfully slamming the book shut knowing there was no use. She let it fall with a bang on the side table letting a silence echo before Raine lashed out. "What do you want?" she demanded.

"What? I can't see my daughter?" Regina asked. Raine's face scrunched in disgusted as if the very idea was appalling.

"No," she answered making Regina sigh and shake her head. "I haven't done anything. I've been good."

"You blew up eighteen building," she reminded her making Raine smirk in triumph that she was right. Her mother wasn't there simply to see her daughter. She was there to scold her about something.

"I was sending a message," she moaned like a teenager.

"You were being a brat," Regina snapped. Though if that 's what being a brat meant, Sherlock would hate to see what she was like when she was being positively vindictive.

"Argh," the woman moaned again before throwing herself face down on the carpet throwing a fit.

"Oh, get up," Regina rolled her eyes. Sherlock stood staring down at Raine; this? This was the woman Jen was so afraid of? This was her darkness? She was a child, who gave into anything that struck her fancy.

"No," she said firmly. Regina rolled her eyes again before gesturing to the couch trying to at least be polite to Sherlock even if her daughter was being a brat. Sherlock stepped over Raine, who was breathing heavily into the carpet, and sat down on the couch as Regina set herself in a nearby chair.

"You have questions," Regina assumed.

"How did this start?" Sherlock asked her wishing to start at the beginning "Dissociative Identity Disorder is common in abuse victims. Was Ginny-" Raine turned over onto her back and cut off his deduction.

"Allow me to tell the story, Mother," Raine said with a grin that made Regina's light smile fall to a deep set frown.

The baby was crying, she realized as she sat up in bed disoriented. She still wasn't used to having a child in the house, and usually, Irene was quiet. She looked to her thirteen year old brother, who was trying to lull her new sister to sleep. The mother and father was no where to be seen.

"Robbie?" she questioned slurring his name and rubbing her eyes with the palm of her hands trying to clear her vision and wake herself up.

"Go back to sleep, Gina," he told her gently as he was attempting to get Irene to rest.

"But…" she mumbled.

"Sleep," he told her, and she slowly laid down, but there was a crash and shouting come from the kitchen making her sit up again. It must have been this noise that had woken up Irene. She could hear her father laughing as her mother shouted. Gina looked to her brother, who had his back to her, and his head turned down to speak gently to Irene. "Sleep," Robbie told her again just as she was about to slid out of bed to see what was causing the commotion.

She laid in bed trying to sleep, but she couldn't shut her mind down. So, when her brother went back to sleep, and she could hear his snoring, she carefully slipped out of bed and made her way out the door and down the stairs. She peeked around the door to see her mother holding a knife to her father's throat pinning him to the wall. He was laughing as if it was just the funniest thing in the world. She tried to make sense of it, but she was in the dream. She was sure of it.

"You think this is funny!" her mother shouted pressing the knife harder. Blood gently slipped down the knife. "I will gut you before I skin your children alive!"

"Oh, Regina," he laughed.

"My name is Nita!"

"Mama," Gina whispered making them both look to her. Her father was laughing harder scaring the girl. What was happening? What was she doing? Who was Nita?

"Oh look, there's a little one now," her mother muttered before she stabbed Nikolas's hand with the knife. He let out a slight noise of discomfort before he started laughing even as the blood poured from his hand, and he sat on the ground laughing as blood poured down. Robbie warned her that he has been off his medication too long. The proof was in front of her. "Hello, little one."

"Mama?" she muttered before backing into a wall as the woman moved closer. She was her mother, but something told Gina told move away from her. She was a threat to her.

"I am not your mother," she told putting a hand around the little girl's neck cutting off her air.

"Oh, Regina, stop playing around," Nikolas laughed as they girl started crying and struggling.

"You tried to kill her?" Sherlock asked Regina, who seemed appalled with the story but more than that. She seemed stressed and guilty at the story. Regina pushed the heel of her hand into her eyes trying to wipe away those memories.

"Over and over and over again. Sometimes I would be black and blue for days; I'm only still alive because of Robbie. Who do you think I got it from?" Raine asked him with a grin.

"Get off the floor," Regina snapped at the girl, who was still on the floor. She didn't want to hear her story even if it was true; she couldn't bare to listen. She couldn't bare... Regina felt the pit in her stomach grow and could feel the world spin around her. She didn't want to remember; she wanted it gone, but it was her actions that had created her daughter. She was responsible, and she always knew she was. She carried around that guilt, and Raine knew it even if Jen never did.

Raine knew that Regina Adler blamed herself, but truth be told, Raine never blamed (or perhaps thanked) Regina for herself or her existence. There was a dozen things that lead up to her eventual disorder, and Regina was just one factor in a hundred. Of course, Raine would never tell her that.

"Are you mad, Mummy?" she questioned still grinning from ear to ear enjoying the rise she was getting out of Regina. "It's a true story. I can't help it you used to hurt me."

"Get up," Regina grabbed her arm, and Raine stood satisfied with the woman's state. She was frazzled; she was guilt ridden; and she was starting to sink into a depression the more she talked to Raine. "You're not a child. Stop acting like it."

"Stop acting like it," she mocked before she sat down at the piano. She grew tired with these games; they had grown boring. She had a different game she wanted to play, a better game. "I can act how I want. If you have problem with it then leave. I didn't invite you here."

"I am here-" Regina was cut off when Raine slammed on the piano keys in a rather chaotic fashion as a way to cut her off in the loudest manner possible. "Ginevra Lorraine Juliette Verown!" she shouted at her. "I am here-"

"You are here to exhume some of the guilt you feel for what you've done to damage me!" Raine shouted in something of explosive rage as she pushed out of the piano bench letting it fly backward scratching the wooden ground before crashing to the floor. "I don't want you here! I don't need your guilt! You have done enough! You're just like the rest of them! You just want sweet little Gina! Well how about I kill her!? How about I torture her!? I could make her into me, drive her mad!"

"Stop," Sherlock interrupted letting his hand encircling her arm. He was unsure if she would listen to him; she wasn't his Ginny, but he knew she was in there somewhere. But her yelling stopped, and she glanced at his hand still seething before looking to his face. Her anger seemed to fizzle out before she seemed to grow puzzled. "I understand; you like games like Moriarty, like Peter. You like to play people, push them to their extremes. You like to see their reactions. You want to destroy me in the way Moriarty failed."

"Of course," she answered happy he figured it out so quickly. "Did you think being cordial had no purpose?"

"Of course not," he replied knowing she always had a purpose. This wasn't all for nothing.

"The best way to destroy a man is to target his heart," she informed him putting her hand on his heart. For a moment, he thought she would target the people he cared about most in the way Moriarty had, but he realized there was a much easier way. "I have no intention to harm Doctor Watson or anyone else, but it's enough. Enough for you to know the woman you love is gone." Raine's smile came back. "And I want you to fight your hardest to save her, and I want you to fail. I want to watch you crumble when you realize nothing you do will save her. I want you to feel her lose like I felt his. I want you shattered so severely your mind will fail you, and you will never love another. So shattered, you'll retreat to a little part of the world with nothing but your own emptiness to keep you company, and I will get what I want. I always do. You will fail."

"Failure isn't an option," he quipped back not frightened by her but ready to fight and to beat her. But whether he would try to save Jen as he wanted to or Ginevra as Regina wanted him to was beyond him.

"Then you accept my terms?" she held out a hand. He took it and shook.

"I accept," he told her making her smile. He knew that she would gladly destroy him, but he had to take this chance. If he didn't, Raine would destroy Jen anyway. What she wanted was a game, and Sherlock would play. He would save her, but who was he going to save?

A/N: Went down to the city (Chicago) today. So tired, guys, so tired. So please forgive if I make no sense/missed some huge error while I was editing.

Thanks to reviewers: TinkerbellxO, hannahhobnob, zare . downey . okumura, and Dream01. See you all next Friday!