Rory had just finished eating some lunch while John checked her over once again. Sherlock and Moira had finally come back out, and Sherlock was talking with his brother downstairs while Moira looked over some of the things found at the warehouse. "So what the hell changed?" Rory asked Moira.

"What?" Moira muttered, not even looking up.

"You and my brother. It's been years, and suddenly here you are," Rory pointed out. Moira leaned back.

"Well let's see… You," Moira pointed out. Rory frowned. "Not good enough? Rory, you should know me enough by now. I might be one of the few people who can catch these bastards."

"She has a point," Moriarty agreed.

"Alright, so you're back," Rory sighed. "Seen Rosalyn yet?"

"Poor thing's a mess," Moira sighed.

"That's an understatement," Rory agreed.

"I'm going to say that getting rest is probably already known," John pointed out.

"Yeah, don't worry, too shaken up still to bother," Rory laughed. "I'm not like my brothers, running around saving the world."

"Don't count yourself short," Moriarty cautioned.

"Well, it's true," Rory insisted.

"You're a Holmes," Moira pointed out. "You can do more than you think." Just then Sherlock came up and Moira looked at him. "I want to see this place, figure out what I can."

"I'll go with you," Sherlock offered. He looked at Moriarty and Rory and over at John. "Watch those two. We shouldn't be too long."

"Sherlock, can we talk a moment?" John asked. Sherlock nodded, and walked out of the room with him. "What the hell are we even doing?"

"Solving a case," Sherlock replied.

"And you're just going with Moira," John sighed.

"Are you jealous that it's not you?" Sherlock inquired.

"What? No," John denied.

"I'm trying to fix things, John. I know you understand that because of Mary," Sherlock pointed out. John slowly nodded.

"I'm seeing another side to you, Sherlock. I think I like it," John sighed. "Go on, I'll keep an eye on the other two."

There was someone in the room. She was vaguely aware of it. She began to panic, to call out to Lestrade, but the blade was quick. Blood. Darkness. It was over. It was too late. Lestrade ran into the room and there was no one. Just her body. Lestrade fell to his knees. He felt like he'd failed everything. The problem was, the game of triangles wasn't over yet. In fact… It was only just beginning and it was only to get more deadly. More lives were yet to fall. Rory may have escaped, but Rosalyn had not been so lucky. It was a jab. Look how the fragile fall. Oh, the game had only just begun.

A/N: Wait, a short chapter? Yes, it is. We end part one of triangles (obviously one of three). And Rosalyn is dead. What will happen now? I'm excited to see what the next few chapters will bring. Check out my profile as I have information concerning current projects and something upcoming I am beyond excited for. I do plan on writing more, but we'll see what happens! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and as always please leave a review!