Ella was thrown off her funk the entire day just thinking about exactly what she would say to John later tonight. She wasn't one to lie about anything, but she wasn't sure how much she wanted to tell John about her past. But the time had come, and there was John waiting for Ella at the front of her door. The two stepped into her flat and she boiled water for tea while he looked at her family photos on the wall. Ella brought in the tea and the two sat on the couch quietly. "So...what do you want to know?" Ella asked quietly.

"When was your first kill?"

"It happened after my father's death. Police couldn't find any leads, and I had to resort asking help from Pycell, and Pycell referred me to Ramsay Bolton." Ella shivered from the thought of the heinous man. "Ramsay has his own ways of doing things. I didn't ask how he found out, but he did find that Jorah was the hitman. We captured Jorah and brought him in for questioning. He confessed to working with the Starks. He gave us a convincing story, saying that Joffrey threatened to kill the Stark family because they humiliated him at a charity event where the Queen attended. Knowing Joffrey, it seemed possible."

"But Jorah Mormont was affiliated with the Targaryens."

"He was until Daenerys Targaryen found out he was secretly feeding information to Pycell."

"And Pycell is affiliated with..."

"He claims he has no loyalty to a House. His loyalty lies to the Prime Minister. Anyways, Daenerys disowned Jorah from her House name and we all thought he was in exile."

"Were you the one who poisoned Benji Stark?"

"No. I didn't hurt the Stark's." Ella took in a deep breath. "My father didn't die immediately. He survived for 3 days after the shooting, and he was in critical condition in the hospital. I was by his side every waking moment, afraid someone would come to finish the job. The first night, I saw a police car pull up to the hospital. Sergeant Rodrik stepped out, and I locked the door."

"Why?"

"I didn't trust anyone affiliated with the Starks. He tried opening the door, and I heard him saying that he needed to finish the job. He couldn't get the door to open, and I watched him go back to his car. And there...in there was Sir Barristan Selmy." John gulped, already knowing where this story was turning. "He was our friend. He was our friend and he was working against us." Ella felt tears coming to her eyes, but she kept strong. It only hurt John seeing how painful it was to relive the past. "I told my family what I saw, and we knew who we needed to take out. I was recently on a case for Barristan Selmy, so I called him and asked him to meet me for dinner. I lied to him that we were going to win the case, and we drank. While he wasn't looking, I'd throw the wine away and I waited. I waited and watched him drink until he couldn't stand by himself. We walked on the streets, and he was talking about how life was just so grand, how everything was going his way. I didn't bother to ask what was so grand about his life because I was going to end it. When no one was around, I pushed him into a dark alleyway. He thought I was trying to hit on him. He pinned me to the wall hard and kissed me, slobbering all over my face. I pushed him onto the floor and...I shot 3 times."

"I thought Sir Selmy was loyal to House Baratheon."

"He was a backstabber, just like Jorah Mormont. They both worked for the Targaryens, those deceiving, dirty, silver-blonde haired little pricks!" Ella couldn't believe she lost her cool for that second, and she quickly composed herself again. She wanted to yell at John for dating one, but she didn't believe it to be her position to say anything yet, not when John didn't know Briar Rose was Aurora Targaryen. "It was the only time I've killed. And that's why I couldn't continue being a lawyer. I couldn't stay there, not after what I did. Grandfather and father always kept me out of the family business, and I never asked why. But I found out the hard way. It's a tough business, John. Politics is tough business, something I wish you'll never have to endure."

"I hope so too," John quietly said as if to himself.

"Well, now that I told you everything, you keep your promise. Who tried to kill my grandfather?"

"...when I tell you, please promise that...that you won't do anything crazy."

"I will, but I can't guarantee the same for my family."

John took a long sigh, preparing himself. "It was Jorah Mormont." Ella had no words. "Sherlock and I found some cameras during the hour of the shooting, and it's clearly Mormont. We don't know if he's still working for the Targaryens, but we know that he's the man who shot your grandfather."

"You'll understand when I say you must relieve yourself of this case. Both you and Sherlock."

"Are you going to kill him?"

"I'm afraid it's none of your business, John, and I hope it never will be. Please inform Sherlock that the Lannisters appreciate your work, and that you both will be paid handsomely."

"Death isn't the only way to solve things. Give him a trial."

"Do you think we're the only House to resolve problems the way we do? You don't know anything, John Watson. You only know the world you're used to. You know nothing about the world I'm used to." John was quiet, and Ella felt a little bad for being so harsh on John when he didn't do anything wrong. "I'm sorry for being like this."

"No, no, you're right. I don't know anything about the world you come from. We're...we're very different people." John stood up to walk down to his flat when Ella called out his name.

"John!" John looked back at Ella. "My grandfather's birthday part is tomorrow at Windsor Castle. Grandfather would be happy to thank you for solving his case."

"I'll see what I can do," John nodded and left quietly.

"John, have you seen Ella at all today?" Sherlock asked hanging up his coat.

"Uh...yeah, I did. I told her that Jorah Mormont shot her grandfather."

"You told her without me there? Oh, you ruin the fun in everything!"

"Sherlock...I don't think you should be seeing her anymore." Sherlock eyed John and sat on the couch putting on a new nicotine patch.

"And why not?"

"She's...she's not the girl she seems to be."

"What did you find out about her today?"

"I...she's killed someone."

"Recently?"

"No."

"So..." Sherlock wanted John to explain himself, but John couldn't believe Sherlock could accept such a past from a woman.

"So?! So she killed someone point blank! She...she took someone to an alleyway and shot the man dead!"

"John, you've killed people point blank in the brightest hour of the day."

"But that's completely different. I was in war!"

"And so is she. Families are at war here, and the news downplays it as if it's just a small feud. You just recently arrived from Afghanistan, but crime has escalated over the past few years. Lannisters, Starks, Baratheons, Targaryens...they're all at each other's throats, worse than an Italian mafia war. You needed to do what you needed to do in order to survive. Ella is doing the same, merely in different context."

"So you're just going to accept the fact that she's murdered someone?"

"Yes, just the way I accept the fact that you've murdered people." Sherlock could see John was still horrified. "Oh what's the big deal, John? People die all the time, it's just a matter of how you die not when."

"I don't know why I was expecting anything different," John said shaking his head, noting that Sherlock truly was a sociopath and that he and Ella were perfect for each other.