A wave of emotions rushed through Céline in one sweep. Her stomach fell through the floor and she stared at Sherlock. Sherlock saw her face turn a sickly white color. This coupled with her shaking hands caused worry to rise in his chest.

"Céline?" Sherlock asked, not sure what to do. Céline began to laugh, it was a small chuckle, but as it escaped her lips her eyes swelled with tears. Sherlock reached out to touch her shoulder but before he could touch her she slapped him. Hard. Sherlock drew back, clutching his face and staring at her in shock. Céline began to cry.

"You…you…" She began. Sherlock's eyes were wide, he looked caught off guard, he was caught off guard. Céline covered her face and took a deep breath, shaking her head back and forth. "Get out."

"Céline, what?" Sherlock asked, hurt. Céline shook her head, not looking at him. He tried to embrace her once more, but she shoved him off of her.

"GET OUT!" Céline shouted. Sherlock's worry turned into desperation.

"Céline, please. Hear me out! Listen to me?" Sherlock begged, taking her shoulders. Céline took his face into her hands. They locked eyes for a long moment and it struck Sherlock with a fear he had not known before. Her eyes were glazed with betrayal.

"God damn you." She managed to get out before another wave of tears wracked her body. She pushed him off one more time. "I don't want to look at you, get out!" Céline cried. Sherlock took a step back.

"You mean it?" He softly asked, drawing back as if he was a wounded dog. Céline kept her gaze on the floor. She nodded and pointed to the door. Sherlock nodded back and took a few steps toward the bedroom door before leaving. He went through her front room and out the entrance to the flat. When he stepped into the night air and shut her front door behind him tears pricked up in his eyes. The sharp look of betrayal on her face haunted him.

Back in her room Céline heard the front door shut. She stood completely still for a long moment before stumbling to the loo. She held her body so tight with the stress that a wave of nausea overwhelmed her and she found herself vomiting into the toilet. When it had stopped she flushed and sat up. Tears began to flow down her face once more as she stumbled to the sink and rinsed her mouth. The news of what had just happened to her hadn't fully hit her. He was alive. He was fine. She took a deep breath and grabbed her phone, seeing the many calls from Watson. She called him back.

Sherlock wandered down a few blocks before taking out his phone to call Mycroft. He had been crying. It felt uncomfortable and dirty to him but he couldn't help it. He ran through his mind how it went on, why she kicked him out. He dialed the number and brought the phone to his ear.

"Yes?" Mycroft answered after a moment of ringing. He heard Sherlock take a deep breath and a suspicious sniff reached his ears, causing him to perk up. "Have you been crying-"

"She kicked me out," Sherlock spoke, not wanting to tell his brother that he was, in fact, crying. Mycroft perked up, confused.

"She what?" Mycroft asked, putting Sherlock on speaker and going through his messages to see if she had contacted him. She hadn't.

"Céline kicked me out," Sherlock repeated urgently. "Mycroft…what…?" Sherlock trailed off as his emotions got the best of him again, causing him to abruptly hang up the call as a sob escaped his throat. Sherlock brought his arm to his face to wipe away the tears and moved to sit on a bench nearby. He was lost, confused, and he didn't know what to do with himself. The night air around him was still, the street quiet and empty.

Watson arrived at Céline's flat within minutes of the call. She was a bumbling mess on the phone explaining what had happened and now they were sitting in her living room crying together. Watson had explained his anger and given her a rundown of the evening and all the information Sherlock told him. Emotions began to run high again as Watson explained Mycroft's part in the situation. Particularly how Mycroft knew about Sherlock's status the entire time. Watson moved to sit beside Céline as she covered her face, crying at the information. Betrayal was sinking into Céline's skin and her tears were bitter and angry, not sad and depressed.

"Watson…can I tell you something?" Céline softly asked as she tried to compose herself a bit. Watson nodded.

"Of course." He replied. "Anything."

"Mycroft, he and I. We've been romantic," Céline explained, getting choked up again.

"What?" Watson asked, rage building in his stomach. He set his hand on Céline's shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"We've been romantic. It hasn't gotten serious but, Mycroft, he's stayed over to lull me to sleep, he would come with me to get dinner, we would talk on the phone most days..." Céline trailed off as her cries choked her speech. When she swallowed the tears back down she rubbed her eyes. "He knew, during all of that he knew." Céline stood and began to pace back and forth. "John, he came and held me through the night as I mourned his brother, knowing he was alive," Céline spoke, anger filling her chest. Watson rubbed his face, he was also upset. Before he could offer a suggestion, Céline picked up her phone and stormed into her bedroom. Watson sat with his feelings.

Mycroft sat taking in the silence for a moment after Sherlock hung up. His mind was racing, he was trying to reassure himself that no-one knew anything about him and Céline. Suddenly his phone rang and he quickly answered, not even checking the caller ID.

"Céline…" Mycroft spoke urgently but before he could say anything else she cut him off.

"Come to my flat." Céline bluntly spoke into the phone. There was a long pause before Mycroft hung his head.

"I'll be there in 10." He replied. Céline hung up the second he replied.

Watson waited until Céline walked back in, her eyes were bloodshot and snot ran from her nose. When she came back into the room she grabbed a tissue and blew her nose.

"Do you want me to stay?" Watson asked, concerned for his friend. Céline shook her head no.

"I need to do this alone." She softly spoke. "Can we get lunch tomorrow?" Watson stood and nodded, walking over to her. The two friends embraced.

"We will get through this," Watson spoke, trying to be strong and supportive. Céline nodded.

"We will." She replied, sniffling in his arms. When they pulled away Watson left and Céline went to the bathroom to wash her face and clean up before Mycroft got to her flat.