"And what is it that you want to talk about?" Sherlock asked. Janine shrugged.

"Aside from you not telling me you were actually married? Well, I want protection," Janine explained.

"From what?" Moira asked sharply.

"I know about what's been going on. My dad was in that religion or whatever," Janine answered. Sherlock groaned.

"Does everyone I know have to have some connection to this?" he growled.

"It makes sense," Moira sighed. "You just attract it. It's so against what you would possibly consider, but the mystery and intrigue is right up your alley."

"Are you using logic I've used on others on me?" Sherlock asked. Moira shrugged.

"Well, I wouldn't know what you've used, now would I?" Moira snapped. Sherlock just glared at her, wrapping his arm around her waist. She tensed, but leaned against him anyways. Old habits would not go easy.

"I'll think about protection," Sherlock sighed. "Now, I have things to discuss… With my wife." Janine slowly nodded, storming out of the flat. Sherlock turned to Moira. "There's been another murder. They're getting bolder."

"So we thought," Moira remarked. She studied the picture again before setting it down. "What do you want to talk about later?"

"Mo, I said later, not now," Sherlock growled. Moira crossed her arms.

"If I know you well enough, you want to discuss them again," Moira pointed out. Sherlock groaned.

"It's been years. Neither of us are the same person we were years ago," Sherlock argued. "We have both changed."

"Sherlock, you didn't just hurt us. You almost died more times than you should have, and not to mention what's happened since. We deserve better," Moira growled.

"Mo… I said I've changed," Sherlock insisted. Moira shook her head.

"I haven't mentioned anything but I found the stash. There is no conversation here. You haven't actually changed, and I can't let you have what you want, not now," Moira resolved. She picked up the picture, studying it again.

"We think they've done it before. Bodies we haven't caught. Before it was about just killing the believers," Sherlock explained. Moira looked up.

"Now it's about making a point," Moira sighed, understanding what he was getting at. She bit her lip. "I'm getting really worried about Rory."

Rory was crying, shaking even. She held her legs to her chest as she sobbed. At first she could shove the emotions aside, but now that she knew why she was there, she couldn't keep that mask up. She was scared. Moriarty had warned her early on of the risks. It was why he was hesitant to settle down. Still, they had made the decision together. Now where was he? Was he looking for her? She wiped away her tears and took a deep breath. If Mycroft and Sherlock saw her as she was, they'd make fun of her. They'd tell her she was weak, pathetic. She didn't deserve to be a Holmes.

Well, she did deserve it. She began studying the room. She needed a way out, some way. She'd either escape or she and her unborn would die in that room. It was as simple as that. Her resolve steadying and returning, Rory began thinking of the possible escape routes. She was, after all, a Holmes. Maybe she was not quite on par with her brothers, but she could damn well earn herself some credit. It wasn't like she didn't have something in her skull. Her mother had raised her to be tough, to be better than this.

That brought the guilt in. She'd left her family. Rory had given up that good life. She slid a locket out of her pocket. In cursive was written "Aurora." She had her name. It was something of who she was before it all came crashing. She put the locket on and took a deep breath. It was time for a change. "Do you believe?" the voice asked, returning to the door. Rory tense.

"Shove off," Rory growled, a new surge of anger in her voice. It was stronger, braver. It was more like her. She stood. "Either shove off or explain to me why you won't let me go!" The voice chuckled.

"The spirit of fire," it cooed. "You still have not answered." Rory clenched her fist. The truth was, she didn't know. She'd considered it. The oldest religion meant something, it had to. At the same time, she was a Holmes, and the Holmes family didn't fall into that type of belief so easily.

"Ask me another question," Rory demanded. The voice stayed quiet, fading away with what she could faintly pick up as footsteps against the stone ground. She sat down on the bed again. The woman realized she had a lot of thinking to do.

Lestrade, Moriarty, Moira, Sherlock, and John sat in the living area of 221B Baker Street. It was evening now. Rosalyn was a bit better. Lestrade was going to take her home later. "Do you know if Rory took up the belief?" Sherlock asked. Moriarty shook his head.

"We'd talked about it, but she never said anything one way or another," Moriarty explained.

"That might just be what saves her life," Moira remarked.

"H-How did you and Rory meet?" Rosalyn asked. She had just stepped in from the kitchen. They all looked up at her.

"Well, a, um, mutual friend put us in touch," Moriarty coughed. Sherlock huffed, causing Moira to glare at him.

"At least she has some people around," Moira growled. "Isolation is useless." Now Sherlock was glaring at her. Moira crossed her arms, leaning back.

"Ok you two are just going back and forth between okay and near killing each other. Whatever the hell it is, you need to figure it out," Lestrade demanded.

"You already know what this is about," Moira sighed heavily. Rosalyn began shaking her head. She stood and walked away. "Even she does," Moira muttered, glancing up at her friend.

"What exactly happened between you two?" Moriarty inquired. Sherlock stood, remaining quiet. He held his phone in his hand, looking down at the screen. Moira raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"If we're explaining this, I want John here. I won't say it twice," Sherlock muttered. Moira sighed. He was right. They both would only be able to explain it once.

A/N: Hey there everyone! I am back with a new chapter! I'm still shocked with how many views this is getting. Next chapter will be an explanation chapter, which is why this may (if I recall) be shorter than the other chapters. I want next chapter to have a sole focus. On another note, I am trying to get myself into a writing rhythm. I want to write and post more regularly, but I don't know if that can/will happen. I will try though. Hopefully you all are still enjoying this though. Check out my profile for all the fun details of my fan fiction life. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and as always, please leave a review!