NOTE: First of all I want to thank Ethereal780 for the nice and encouraging comment! I´ve been on holidays for two weeks and it was really great to read such a comment when coming back! Thank you very much! As I said I´ve been on vacation and apologize for the long wait. In addition I´ve kind of crisis, had the plot in mind for such a long time that I´m not sure anymore how to go on…The most of the next part is already written but I think I will edit it again, that´s why this one is a little short, sorry!

I thought about some background story for Gemma and Moran! It´s from Moran´s perspective to get a view on Gemma´s personality from a different angle. And we will shortly arrive at the Reichenbach Fall, yeah, and you all know how that ends ;) I didn´t thought I would get that far. So hope you enjoy!

Chapter 15:

Moran found Gemma on the floor of her office with a bleeding hand, shards all over the floor. He tried to remember when he´d last seen her like this, drenched in tears a sobbing mess on the floor. It had been a few years back, they´d both been CIA at the time and Gemma´s father had died or more precise had been killed. With teary eyes she stared into the far distance.

"What did he do to me, Moran?" She whispered without looking at him.

"It seems like he did something I thought impossible, he broke your heart."

Moran kneeled down next to her slipped an arm around her shivering body and picked her up. He made her sit down on one of the leather chairs and left to get medical supplies to take care of her hand. With gentle fingers he pried the shard from her clenched fist.

Carefully he cleaned the wound and wrapped some band aid around it. Without a word he handed her a handkerchief before pulling the other chair around to face her. He poured her another glass of whiskey made her drink a few sips before placing it back on the table.

"You always said I don´t have one." She watched him with big eyes. At that moment she reminded him of a helpless lost child.

"What?" He asked.

"A heart. You always said I don´t have one." She repeated carefully.

He was tempted to touch her or hug her but she wouldn´t appreciate that. Moran thought hard if he had ever seen her heart-broken in all those years but she had never even been anything close to "in love". Even if Moran had wished for it a few years back, she´d never been in love with him; well they hadn´t practically been together at all.

"Do you want to tell me what the hell happened, Gemma?"

Moran had met Anna Smith at the CIA. He´d been assigned to be her handler while she was still in training. Her personal data sheet said she was 26 but that wasn´t the truth as Moran found out quickly enough. She had been 17 when she joined the agency together with her sister Jasmine Smith. Her sister was the best but Anna was outstanding. Some agents said she was brilliant and not just in one or two things in almost everything Moran should consider himself lucky to be assigned to someone with such potential. He found her pretentious, annoying and most of all reckless.

While she had been still in training she was assigned to her first mission with Moran and he´d to find out that there was one thing she wasn´t as good in as her sister. They were in Mexico; the target was the boss of a terrorist group planning their next attack in Mexico. She had been supposed to shoot the target with a sniper rifle from a safe distance Moran as her spotter and she had missed. They had tried to run but got captured and taken to a house for interrogation. They took her first and after two hours they returned her to the room where they were hold. The men had tortured her but the stoic expression on her face right before they threw her back in the room told him she didn´t say a word. When they returned for him she stood up and said:

"You better take me because if you dare to touch him you will regret it."

Her hands had been cuffed behind her back like his own. Moran couldn´t believe her, she was just a rooky and had already been tortured for two hours why would she stand up for him?

The two men both tall and broad laughed exchanged looks laughed again and entered the room and Moran had never seen two men go down so quickly. She fought just with her legs and kicked them unconscious in less than two minutes even though she was injured. They escaped eventually. Moran had looked at her and had asked her who the hell she was but she´d only smirked.

A few weeks later Anna had cornered him in a hall. "I know you´re a rouge agent. You spy for the North Koreans. I obviously don´t care but I want to make sure of your loyalty towards me. I need someone I can trust. That´s a first for me so do not screw up, Moran." And with that he had become the one person she trusted and he had never left her side since.

He´d learned her real name on a different occasion when they were drunk. He´d learned about her parents when they got captured by a terrorist group that had connections to her family. He had learned not to trust her sister. He had learned that she was indeed a perfect close combat fighter when the martial arts trainer had decided she needed to learn a lesson. She´d refused to fight simply ducking all of his attacks until he started to insult her unstable sister. She kicked his ass and broke his arm. And he had learned that Gemma was indeed fragile underneath all those layers.

He knew she made a mistake when she had decided to get involved with Sherlock Holmes and he had although known that it was he who would have to pick up the pieces but he didn´t care. Though he had to admit that he was surprised by the intensity of how the whole thing was affecting Gemma. Of course he knew a big part of her anger rooted in the fact that Sherlock had dumped her. She hadn´t been the one to make the call and she was certainly not used to be on the receiving end.

"I have a new assignment to work on." She sniffed.

"And what is that?"

"To destroy Sherlock Holmes. He should have known better than to humiliate me."

Moran sighed but of course he was in. He had learned by now to deal with her kind of crazy.

"Just for good measures, Gemma: I told you so." Gemma rolled her eyes. "But just out of curiosity what made him change his mind?"

"His brother."

(MS MR – Hurricane)

The plan was easily constructed in no time. Gemma had every detail carefully planned out till the end. Moran didn´t like the end of the plan but Gemma had made it clear that she wanted to leave her life behind and start over. No she needed to change her identity and try something new. She´d done so several times in her life for different reasons but this was the first time she wanted to do so. However the plan was dangerous especially faking a suicide like that; a lot could go wrong. Moran was worried but in the end Gemma´s plans rarely failed.

John had been furious at first. He had refused to talk to Sherlock at all but now he felt sorry for him. Sherlock´s behavior was worse than ever and it was a challenge to stay close to him without killing him. On the other hand Sherlock was more productive than ever he solved one case after another and got more popular in the process. After some time John thought that he was over Moriarty but there was something he couldn´t quite put a finger on.