Rory stepped into the room with a flare. Her eyes burned with icy fire, that same blue as her elder brother's. Her lips were painted a dark red, and her black hair was set in curls and half pinned back. It was classy yet sexy with a low cut shirt and leggings instead of jeans. Her high heels showed power, but she was still just a 26 year old girl. In Sherlock's eyes, she was still that rebellious 18 year old spiraling out of her family's control. They all fell apart in that year. Rory had held out the longest. "It's been a while, Sherlock. How's Mo?" Rory asked, one hand on her hip.

"Don't act like I've seen her," Sherlock growled. "Rory, this is John. John, meet Rory."

"I've read your blog," Rory remarked, pointing to John. The doctor just gawked at the woman.

"Yes, she's stunning. She's a call girl," Sherlock sighed. "Don't eye my sister. You're married."

"You make it seem like my line of work is so horrible," Rory pouted. "The Woman says hello by the way."

"You're in touch with her?" Sherlock asked.

"Who do you think gave me my clients? I'm sure you've pieced together that it's really just the one," Rory cooed.

"You're a call girl with one client?" John stammered.

"Yes, I really am," Rory sighed, her eyes locked on Sherlock.

"So after all this time and he really is alive," Sherlock shook his head. "I knew it!"

"He isn't in the same business, but that's all I'll say for now," Rory winked, she began to walk away. "I'm getting a shower."

"She knows Moriarty," John pointed out as Rory left the room.

"Of course she does," Sherlock muttered.

It was the next morning when Sherlock found himself staring at the ceiling, his phone on his chest. The door opened and Lestrade stepped in. "We have a case," Lestrade cleared his throat.

"She won't answer her phone," Sherlock growled.

"I'm offering a case and you're going on about her again?" Lestrade groaned. Sherlock sat up.

"What's the case?" Sherlock asked.

"A man was found. He had a new tattoo. It's… interesting," Lestrade explained, tossing a photo to Sherlock.

"We really need to get her to answer her phone," Sherlock sighed.

"Do you think she can figure it out?" Lestrade inquired.

"How many years has she spent studying this? Either way, she's in danger if this all means what we think it does," Sherlock hypothesized. Lestrade thought for a moment.

"Well, try calling her again," Lestrade offered. Sherlock heavily sighed. "I'll leave you to it."

"Can you keep an eye on Rory for the day?" Sherlock asked.

"Rory's here?"

"Yes, Mycroft wants me to watch her, but I think you and I may prefer her out of the flat for the day," Sherlock explained. Lestrade laughed.

"I'll take her. Maybe she and Molly will get along," Lestrade offered.

"She'll eat Molly alive," Sherlock pointed out.

"I think Molly can handle her," Lestrade assured. Sherlock jumped to his feet and made his way down the hall, banging on Rory's door.

"What the hell, Sherlock?" Rory groaned.

"Get dressed, you're going with Lestrade," Sherlock ordered. He dialed the number again. The phone kept on ringing. "Pick up, damn it," he whispered impatiently. There was no answer. A few minutes later Rory stepped out in a low cut tank top and ripped jeans, a leather jacket in hand.

"I'll see you later then," Rory winked, trying to kiss her brother on the cheek. Sherlock just jerked away, trying to call the number again. No answer. An hour later, John came by.

"Sherlock, I wanted to see what you were up to," John called. Sherlock looked up from his computer after writing down an address.

"We're going out," Sherlock announced, grabbed his coat and scarf.

"What are you talking about?" John asked. "Where's Rory?"

"She's with Molly for the day. We have a case, but I need to meet with someone. We're going out. I have the address here," Sherlock explained, tearing down the stairs. John ran after him.

"I can't be out for long. Mary wants me back," John protested.

"Don't worry. Once we meet this woman, you can leave. I'm sure it might be better that way. Well, no, never mind, let's just go," Sherlock sighed. All the car ride he could barely keep still. This was too long in coming. Now it was finally here.

Moira was half exhausted by morning, but at least she had gotten some work done. She was just about to go to bed when a sudden knock came at the door. "What now?" Moira groaned, throwing her head back as she made her way to the door of her flat. Opening it, Moira was shocked. "You have got to be kidding me," she growled.

"Hello Mo," Sherlock coughed. Moira stepped aside to let Sherlock and John into the room. Oh, she knew John all right. She'd only seen their faces on the news countless times, and had even had a mind to check the blog once or twice. Moira slammed the door shut and glared at Sherlock. John seemed to be the only one phased by the fact that Moira was just in an oversized tee shirt.

"You bloody idiot, you have the guts to come here after nine years! You, who put me through hell and back, not to mention my best friend… You who ruined all our lives and almost killed yourself in the process how many damn times?" Moira growled. She slapped Sherlock's face as hard as she could. "That is for what you put me through!"

"I'm still surprised you didn't hand me divorce papers after all this time. Why didn't you?" Sherlock sighed. Moira shook her head and dragged him forward by the scarf. She pressed her lips firmly against his, holding them there for a few moments before she finally pulled back.

"Because I'm the bloody idiot who can't move on," she breathed.

"What the hell?" John exclaimed. "Sherlock, what the hell is going on?"

"You never told him about me?" Moira asked. Sherlock shook his head. Moira groaned, walking off to grab a pair of pants. "You're such a pain in the ass, you know that?"

"John, this lovely woman is my wife, Moira," Sherlock sighed heavily as Moira reentered the room.

"I didn't… You… You're married?" John stammered.

"What's it been, 11 years now? Nine have been spent separated, but it's been around eleven," Moira replied.

"I don't think anyone outside the family knows I'm married," Sherlock pointed out.

"How is your family?" Moira asked.

"Not the reason I'm here," Sherlock replied, handing her a picture of a dead man. "I think you know what that tattoo is."

"Oh my god, is this real?" Moira breathed.

"Lestrade came by this morning and gave it to me," Sherlock explained. "I'm helping with the case, but I figured you were more the expert than I was." Moira glared up at the man. "It was as good an excuse as any to finally see you again."

"That's fair enough," Moira remarked. She finally studied John for a moment. "So, you're the man who's kept this train wreck in control. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you as well," John coughed. Moira laughed.

"Trust me, if you knew why I left, you'd be a bit less flustered," Moira assured. John just slowly nodded.

"Keep me in the loop. I should go back to Mary," John told Sherlock, leaving the flat.

"I think he's going to blog about us now," Moira frowned.

"Probably," Sherlock agreed. "So, nine years…"

"She's a wreck you know," Moira pointed out.

"She's under watch, still living at home. Mycroft kept her out of an institution. She has her good days and her bad," Sherlock explained.

"She'll be in the middle of this, you know. Her family would be a target," Moira suggested.

"If I'm right about things, then I think Rory might be as well. She's a call girl now, and her only client is Jim Moriarty," Sherlock added.

"So the news is right in their speculation then?" Moira asked. Sherlock stiffly nodded.

"Apparently so," Sherlock confirmed. "Shall we take this to the bedroom?"

"I thought you would never ask," Moira replied with a smile.

Rory sat bored as Molly got to work. Lestrade had only just left, leaving Molly still slightly blushing. "If you both like each other, you should just go and tell him," Rory blurted out before she could get her self control in place. Molly began blushing even more now.

"I-I don't like him," she stammered. Rory just rolled her eyes as she slid her phone out of her pocket.

"Where are you? –JM," read the text. Rory sighed.

"Of course you don't like him, you only act like a schoolgirl whenever he's around," Rory muttered as she typed a reply. "With Miss Hooper being watched. –RH."

"So how come Sherlock never mentioned he had a sister?" Molly asked, clearing her throat as she changed the subject. Rory frowned.

"There is a reason they use the term estranged in front of sister," Rory pointed out, looking back down at her phone.

"Need a hand? –JM."

"Not quite yet. Let's have some fun with this first. –RH."

"Who are you texting?" Molly inquired, trying to look over as Rory slid her phone back into her pocket.

"Just don't," Rory cautioned. "I'm only here because my brothers think I might be of use and they also don't approve of my line of work. So just don't."

"What's your line of work?" Molly asked, leaning forward on the counter. Rory frowned.

"You ask way too many questions," Rory growled. "Fine, I'm a call girl." Molly leaned back again and went back to her work. Rory smiled. "I heard a rumor you liked my brother dearest. You know, he isn't incapable of love."

"I don't think that really matters," Molly muttered.

"He is in love actually. He won't say it, as he won't talk about her too much. Still, he was a different man all those years ago," Rory sighed. Molly looked up now.

"Who?" Molly squeaked.

"Oh, the fun is in not telling," Rory laughed. "The fun is in watching you squirm," she then muttered under her breath.

A/N: So this fan fiction is getting popular... Way more than I thought it would. So who all watched the Christmas special? I feel like Moffat just confused me even more, but I think I have the Moriarty thing figured out... Maybe. The episode was amazing though, beautifully well done. Back to the story! You guys get to see a little more of some of my characters in play. I like my girls. They've been in my head for me to work with for a few years now, and seeing them in this situation is just fun. I'll see you all next chapter though. Check my profile, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and as I will always remind you, please leave a review! Thanks!