Cheshire managed to learn sign language with her brothers while she was in the hospital healing from Francis' assault. She noted that Greg was in the room and Mycroft took it as a good sign. "I just came to give this card. I've dealt with, um, cases similar to yours and I know talking would help you majorly." he handed Cheshire a card to a therapist and she made a look. "Just, at least see her once. It will help." Greg said before his phone rang obnoxiously. He left the room after that for a case at the station. Sherlock and Mycroft kept her practicing sign language so she wouldn't get bored and so she would talk to them if she needed something. After a couple weeks, she was discharged and went to Sherlock's flat. John advised Sherlock to keep an eye on her for anything mental damage. John knew she was physically healthy, but he didn't trust that her mental health was spared. Sherlock had the same feeling and took John's advice, watching for anything that was cause for concern. During the second night she was home, she tapped his shoulder as he slept. "What?" he had groggily asked. Cheshire signed and pointed to her injuries. "Fine. Come on." Sherlock saw the clock and figured she would want the pain killers to work again. It was one in the morning and the medicine had worn off. Sherlock kept them far beyond her reach in the kitchen so she didn't take them herself or use too much on purpose. Taking out two white pills and a glass of water, he handed her the medicine and she gladly took them. Sherlock sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. Cheshire tugged on his sleeve and signed something about being scared. "He isn't going to get you here. You know that." Cheshire signed something a little more detail and was ashamed that she was scared to sleep alone. Sherlock sighed and looked at her with slight worry. Cheshire looked away and had a slight blush. She hadn't shared a bed with her brothers since she was a little girl and asking now as a teenager was a little embarrassing for her. "If that's what will get you to sleep." Sherlock hadn't slept well since he learned what Francis did to her. Cheshire signed "Thank you" with a yawn. Sherlock set her in his bed and made sure she slept before he tried to get the remaining hours of the night. Then, Sherlock's phone loudly vibrated. "What? I just got Cheshire to sleep." Sherlock snapped.

"You need to get out of town."

"What? Where am I supposed to go, Mycroft?"

"I have a place in Italy."

"Mycroft, - "

"Sherlock, get Cheshire and get out of London. I'll meet you there within a few hours."

"Mycroft, she and I just got home from the hospital and you really think going to Italy would be the best option to hide?!"

Mycroft shut up after that and sighed over the phone. Sherlock was waiting for an answer and Cheshire was sitting up curiously. "What in Italy?" she signed. Sherlock didn't feel like explaining and smacked her lightly with a pillow. "Sherlock, Francis is on his way to get all of us and I am not releasing his family. I would rather hide and admit defeat then have us all killed." Mycroft chose his words carefully. Cheshire yawned and watched Sherlock thinking. "He does know I have a hard time dying, right?" she signed. Sherlock let a little smile grow on his lips, but he only wanted to get her to relax. "I can find him if I get the information I need. We don't need to hide." Sherlock finally said over the phone. Cheshire nodded in agreement and signed something. "Cheshire agrees and said she can help." he added after she was done. Mycroft grunted and rubbed his eyes. His superiors were telling him to hide and take the remainder of his family with him. "Sherlock, my superiors have this situation under control. They're ordering us to hide." Mycroft hoped using his superiors would threaten them to pack some bags. Sherlock stopped Cheshire from getting up and getting a bag in order. "Does everyone know?" Sherlock wanted John and his family safe from Narmen's wrath. "I let everyone aware before we got ready. I'll pick you up within an hour. Get ready and get your things in order." Mycroft told his brother. Sherlock hung up and they got their things in order. Cheshire made sure she had her pain killers and her once a month essentials. Sherlock gave her some toast with some jelly before Mycroft came. "You need to eat before you take another set of pain killer." he told her. Cheshire sighed and ate it. It was about three in the morning when Mycroft came and picked them up. A car honked outside signaling his arrival. "Sherlock, Myc's here." she signed. Sherlock and Cheshire got their things and climbed in the car.

After an hour of traffic, they got in the private jet that Mycroft has access to and got ready to go. "How are you feeling?" signed Mycroft. Cheshire yawned rubbed her eyes. "Tired." she signed back. They took off a several minutes later and Cheshire just looked out the window. "Do you need your medicine?" Sherlock signed. Cheshire shook her head and curled up in her seat, her head was on an armrest as her legs were curled up behind her. "As soon as the government's investigators catch him, we'll be back home." Mycroft said when he saw how depressed she was getting. Sherlock was busying himself and was analyzing everything he could. Cheshire ended up going to sleep a little bit after taking off in the most uncomfortable position Mycroft and Sherlock have ever scene. "How is she doing?" signed Mycroft. Sherlock looked at him and sipped a cup of tea he was served. "She's scared. Won't sleep alone anymore." he responded. Mycroft sighed and saw Cheshire turn over in her seat. A deep red mark from the armrest was on her cheek. "It isn't your fault. Francis is just another madman we need to catch and throw away." Sherlock figured that Mycroft was blaming himself and knew logically that this wasn't Mycroft's idea. Mycroft knew it wasn't his fault, but his feeling that he was responsible for their injuries and kidnapping grew in his mind like wildfire. Cheshire woke up and used the jacket she was wearing as a pillow. "Is she eating well?" Mycroft signed to change the subject. Sherlock nodded and started reading a book he found. "I think she'll go along with this plan of yours if you give her that Italian dish she likes so much." Sherlock was yet again trying to lift the mood his own way. Mycroft let a little smile show and pulled up a newspaper on his tablet. Cheshire was really uncomfortable and couldn't sustain a proper rest. She restlessly woke up and stretched. "How long until we're there?" she signed in a sloppy manner. "A few more hours." Sherlock said as he stretched himself. "Time?" she signed. Mycroft looked at the top of his tablet. "Almost nine. Should be in Alghero by noon." Mycroft informed. Cheshire sighed and watched the clouds rolled underneath them.

By twelve thirty, they were in the house that Mycroft was given. Cheshire was showed her room and liked it better than her room on Baker Street. It was big and was connected to a private restroom and the bed was big with soft sheets and blankets. Cheshire set her clothes in the dressers and went to explore the other parts of the mansion like house. Seeing, Mycroft putting his things away, she quietly snuck behind him and jumped on him. "Jesus, Lisa!" he exclaimed. Cheshire looked like she was laughing and had an amused smile. Mycroft picked her up and set her out of his room to bother something else. Cheshire sighed and walked around to find the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled a little, reminding her the only thing she had was a piece of toast with jelly and tea. Seeing some bread and other things, she chose to make herself a sandwich. Sherlock came from his room for some tea and to give Cheshire her medicine. "Do I have to?" she signed. Sherlock gave her a cup of tea as he set the pill on the counter. "Do you want an infection?" he asked. Cheshire sighed and shook her head. She downed the pill and went to get a much needed nap. "Sherlock, is Cheshire with you?" Mycroft called as he walked down the stairs. Cheshire put a pillow over her head. No rest for the wicked, she supposed.