Hey guys! So I finally got internet last week but then i had to buckle down and get back into the flow of my stories again and i finally had ideas flowing after re-reading all of my stories! So here is the fifth chapter of Distance and I should be able to update my story The Tom-Boy Rebel sometime in the upcoming days! Thanks to everyone who favorited me, the story and the new followers since I've been on my short hiatus!

The bag swung furiously as her fists slammed into the punching bag continuously, as music blasting over the I-Pod Dock speakers. Riley tried to concentrate on only the bag in front of her, but no matter how hard she tried, memories rose up to the forefront of her mind.

-10 years ago-

19 year old Riley Black-Holmes stared down at the stick in her hand in shock. 'Oh god, what do I tell, Sherlock? What do I tell my father?' The woman thought, panicky. Were her and Sherlock ready for this? They had only been married for 2 months. They were still getting used to married life and to worry about being parents this soon?

But…

But she had had dreams of this, hadn't she? Dreams of having Sherlock Holmes child-his son or daughter. Watching that child go through life; seeing Sherlock teach their child everything about science and the art of observing and deducting your surroundings. She had dreams of either watching tearfully as her son went on his first date or trying to calm Sherlock's protectiveness and her daughter's nerves. Watching her son/daughter receive thousands of acceptance letters for college, because having Sherlock Holmes as a father, any child would receive thousands of college letters. Meeting their true love, getting married, spoiling grandchildren with Sherlock. God did she want that with Sherlock.

But, was Sherlock ready for that? Did he want kids now? She knew that he did want kids in the future, but did he want them now. 'Well guess it doesn't matter now. You already saw three supposedly scientific pregnancy sticks tell you yes. Just man up, Black! Once he gets home, tell him and then deal with the consequences afterwards.' The woman sighed, and then threw the tests away. She stared at herself in the mirror for a few moments before she heard a door slam.

She walked out of the room and saw Sherlock mumbling to himself in front of one of his many microscopes that were scattered around their small kitchen.

"Sherlock," She timidly called out to him and immediately berated herself for sounding so frail. Her husband didn't turn toward her but started talking, "Hello, love. How was your day? Mycroft decided to honor me with his presence at the college. He wanted me to look into some conspiracy or some such nonsense. He seems to have started a diet again; dull."

Riley moved closer, unconsciously biting her lip. "Sherlock," She tried again, not really wanting to think about Mycroft Holmes at this moment in time. Sherlock seemed not to have heard her and was recalling an observation of a woman that just started at St. Bart's. She sighed in aggravation, "Im pregnant, Sherlock!"

Riley instantly slammed her hands to her mouth in shock while Sherlock froze before slowly turning toward her, and catching sight of her stunned face, knew that she wasn't joking.

"Y-you are?" the great Sherlock Holmes stuttered for the first time in his life. Riley would have laughed if it wasn't so serious. She nodded, watching as he slowly moved toward her. He raised a hand and laid it gently down on her still flat stomach. He looked into her eyes and whispered, "We're going to be parents?"

Again Riley nodded.

A smile grew before the man wrapped his arms around her and swung her around in joy. Riley felt a laugh spring forth and held onto Sherlock. He put her down on the ground gently and pushed some lose hair away from her face, "I love you, and I love this baby." Riley smiled brightly and pulled Sherlock into a kiss, her worries washing away.

Riley sobbed as she wrapped her arms around the bag, hugging it. That was one of her favorite memories before Sherlock started drugs. She remembered being so happy that Sherlock was happy to be having a child. She heard her I-Pod change to Matchbox Twenty's How Far We've Come. She sunk to the ground, letting the song and the memories sweep her away.

-8 Years Ago-

Riley heard a baby giggle next to her head, rousing her from her nap.

"We have to be quiet, Adam. If you're not quiet, you can't surprise mommy," her husband's voice whispered to her two year old son. She heard small hands clap together, "Surprise, momma." She held in her smile and waited patiently.

She soon heard little and big feet move closer toward her, after finding where the small feet were she waited a little more. When the little feet were close to her, she shot up and grabbed her baby boy around the waist, eliciting a squeal from her baby and a smirk from her husband. She blew a raspberry on the squiggly boy's neck, smiling when she heard more of his precious giggling.

"Daddy, she tickle me! Help!" Adam James Holmes squealed. Riley stood up and watched as a mischievous light appeared in Sherlock's eyes. "I will save you, my son!" Riley saw him coming for her and after gently putting her son on the couch she ran for the kitchen. "You will never catch me!" She cried.

Adam giggled while Sherlock followed his wife through the kitchen and up the stairs to their and Adam's rooms. Riley made a split second decision and moved toward their room. Sherlock followed and jump tackled Riley onto their bed. He straddled her and pinned her wrists above her head.

"I have caught you my dear wife." He whispered into her ear. Riley shivered, "So you have. What are you going to do to me, dear husband?" Sherlock smirked and skimmed his lips down her neck, lightly kissing her pulse point before leaning up and was a hairs breath away from her lips, "Im going to…tickle you." Riley's eyes snapped open, shrieking when Sherlock started running his fingers down her sides.

She laughed with tears starting to stream down her face, "Stop, Sherlock. (Giggle) I give!" Sherlock smiled down at her and stopped tickling her. He let go of her wrists and laid his head on her stomach, she reached up a hand and started running her fingers through his wild curls. They sat in quiet, enjoying the small time together they have before their son came up after them; he listening to her heart slowly return to normal, and she with her eyes closed.

"Mommy! Daddy!" They heard their son yell for them. Sherlock turned his head and kissed the little bit of stomach that was showing from Riley's risen shirt. "We better get down there before he becomes bored." Riley hummed in agreement, "That would be your son who gets bored easily."

Sherlock leaned back up and looked down at her, "Our son, my love." He then sealed his declaration with a kiss on her lips.

Riley came back to reality when she felt a finger catch a tear that slowly rolled down her cheek; she opened her eyes and saw Sherlock crouched above her. They stared at each other for a moment before he said, "What were you thinking of?" Riley looked away and sat up, preparing to stand when Sherlock gracefully sat down next to her and grabbed her hand. "Don't pull away from me, Riley. Please, tell me what you were thinking of,"

Riley sighed and relented, "I was thinking of when we found out that I was pregnant with Adam and that time we were both home with Adam when he was two." Sherlock nodded and pulled her closer.

"I was so happy when you told me you were pregnant. When we were both home with Adam is one of my favorite memories of when we were together. Riley, I want more of those memories with you and Adam. I don't care where we are, whether we're here in the States or back in London. I want my wife and son back with me, im tired of only talking to you both over a phone." Riley stared at him with tears springing to her eyes.

"I know. But I can't." Sherlock stared at her. "It hurts to be away from you Sherlock, but it hurts even more at the thought that you will do that again. I couldn't live if you were dead and all because you were doing drugs?" Sherlock placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her close, softly kissing her.

He slowly pulled away and said, "I promise, I will never do drugs again. Not if it means losing two of the most precious things to me." Riley stared at him for a moment before nodding and wrapping her arms around his neck, "After we get Adam back, we can figure everything out." Sherlock sighed but nodded knowing they were far from finished with this conversation.

The two were interrupted when Ziva walked into the room. She stared at them for a moment before saying, "There was a murder." Riley and Sherlock stood up and walked toward her.

"What happened?" Riley asked briskly suddenly switching from emotional wife and mother to federal agent.

"Local LEOS found the body of Sanford Moran." Ziva said and seeing recognition on Sherlock's face continued. "Mr. Watson told us that you would know who he is."

Sherlock nodded, "Yes, Mr. Moran is an acquaintance of Moriarty. This is most likely part of his game."

Riley and Ziva nodded and Ziva said, "We thought so too. We're all going to the scene, Gibbs wanted me to come get you two and meet everyone at the car." The couple nodded and the three walked silently to the car and, having to take two cars, got in and headed toward the crime scene.

They soon arrived with Gibbs and Ziva's driving, and everyone got out and headed over to the empty lot that the body was found in. Sherlock looked over the body in his normal brisk and thorough manner; while the others listened to Gibbs interrogate the cops that found the body as they bagged and tagged the crime scene and observed the scene for themselves.

After looking over the body, Sherlock noticed something white sticking out of the dead man's suit jacket. He gently pulled the jacket away from the man's body, gloved hands pulling the white object from its hiding place.

Riley having noticed that Sherlock found something, walked over to him and bent down next to him, drawing the others attention to them.

Sherlock opened what now was an envelope, pulling out a piece of paper and a photo. Riley and Sherlock read the letter over, Riley reading it out loud to the others.

Here's a clue my dear King Sherlock:

Where oh where did you find the love of your life? Before she married you, before she had your child, before she left with said child in tow; where oh where did you first lay eyes on the stunning beauty with the cloudy blue eyes?

I wonder, I wonder. 6 hours you have to find your answer and find the cause of poor Sanford's death, when you have both of these answers go to the place and find your next clue. While you stew over my game, I have given you a picture of Prince Adam basking in our games while we wait for you.

-King Moriarty

Sherlock moved the letter to show the picture. Riley gasped and turned her head into Sherlock's shoulder, clutching his arm. Sherlock's jaw tightened as his eyes roamed over the picture; his son was taped to a chair with bruises forming along his jaw and under one of his eyes. He had a cut over his other eye, and blood ran down the side of his face from a larger cut at his temple. Sherlock growled and noticed writing on the back, drawing Riley's attention back to the photo that Sherlock flipped over to show Moriarty's precise writing,

Prince Adam is a little bit of a smart mouth brat, King Sherlock. He really must be shown some manners.

Riley hissed, shooting up from her crouched position and looked ready to take out her gun and shoot something. Sherlock shot up with her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"So, where is the first place you met Riley?" Tony asked while Ducky and Palmer moved toward the body and started their own examination.

"O'Neil's Bar," Riley absent-mindedly said while watching Ducky put a liver probe in the dead man with her arms crossed over her chest. The others looked at Sherlock for confirmation, but Sherlock shook his head making Riley look at him when she saw his head shake in the corner of her eye.

"No, Moriarty asked where I first laid eyes on Riley not where I met her." Sherlock corrected in his 'You're so stupid to miss that' tone of voice, making John roll his eyes and Riley frown.

"There's a difference?" Riley asked. Sherlock turned toward her and placed his hands on her shoulders, staring into her eyes and said, "Yes, love, there is. I met you in the alley way next to O'Neil's Bar. But I first laid eyes on you at the Freshman Orientation Party. I saw you with a few people in a corner, talking about intellectual things but not getting drunk, doing drugs or shagging like others at the party were doing. I was one of the others who were listening but to my brother's shock, I didn't remark on anything you said, because of how passionately you talked about any topic. That's when I first saw you and I fell in love with you." Riley stared at him for a moment while John was in shock that Sherlock could be so…romantic.

Gibbs interrupted them by asking, "So where was this party at?" Sherlock pulled his eyes away from Riley's and said, "McAdam's Bar and Grill. The college paid for the whole place to be closed down just for the freshman's."

Gibbs frowned and turning to Ducky, said, "What d'ya got Duck?"

The elderly man sighed and looked up at Gibbs, "Well Jethro, it seems to be strangulation but considering the circumstances I will need to do a full autopsy before I give you a definite cause of death." He then turned to look at Jimmy and said, "Let's get him back to NCIS, dear boy."

Jimmy nodded and helped the man to place the body on the stretcher. Riley turned from the body and glanced down at the picture still grasped in her husband's hand and wondered how long ago that picture was taken and how bad her son looked now.