Anguirus had to have been running and walking for at least five hours straight. She sat down and leaned against a tree, taking an apple out of her sack. Moriarty probably was up by now, sending people out to get her. Or maybe he'd let her run. Anguirus scoffed. That' would never happen. No matter how much Anguirus ran, Moriarty would get her and more than likely chop her head off and hang it above his mantel.

Moran's folder caught her eye and she took out the apple and she began reading it as she munched on her treat.

Her face paled and the apple slid out of her hand.

"Jobs:

Joseph Zamora- 1995

Sarah Zamora- 1995

Employer:

General William Shipley"

Anger swelled in Anguirus' chest as she dropped the file and stood up, a new plan forming in her mind.

Charlene woke up with the urge to use the bathroom. Harper said that she was too big to wet the bed and that no matter how tired she was, she had to use the toilet. She lifted the covers off of herself and put her feet onto the cold wooden floor. Grumpily, Charlene rubbed her eyes free of the dry goop and walked passed Zill's room.

Charlene paused by the door when she heard a rustle. Zill hadn't been home for almost two months. Charlene stepped away from the door and looked down. There was light coming from the crack and projecting onto the floor. Every once in a while, a shadow would pass. Charlene swallowed the fear in her throat as she raised her hand to the door knob, twisting it quietly and pushing it open.

Zill was standing there, putting her gun into the waist of her jeans. Charlene frowned, confused.

"Zill?" She croaked.

Zill turned and looked at Charlene, surprised.

"What happened? Are you back?"

Zill walked quickly over to her and kneeled onto the ground in front of her.

"You can't tell Harper you saw me." She signed.

"But why? You're back, right?"

Zill's eyes started watering, alarming Charlene.

"What's happening?"

"I can't stay. I have to leave." Zill signed.

"Buy why? I missed you!" Charlene hugged Zill's neck. She really had missed Zill with almost all of her heart. Zill was her only friend besides Jacob. All of the other kids were mean to her. Zill pushed her away, making her frown.

"I can't ever come back." Zill signed.

"But, why?" Charlene whimpered.

"I love you with all my heart. I'll see you again someday. Tell Jacob I love him. I'll miss you so much."

Zill brought Charlene into her chest and hugged her tightly. Charlene squeezed as hard as she could before Zill pushed her away again and kissed her cheek. Charlene watched as Zill stood up and climbed out her window.

Charlene let the tears run down her cheeks as she shut off Zill's light and closed the door, forgetting about her bladder to head back to her room. She would do as Zill says and not tell Harper about her, but she couldn't say the same for Jacob. Charlene climbed into her bed and hugged her stuffed dog to her chest, letting its fur soak up her tears.

Anguirus had given the files to Sherlock in trade for a secret relocation and a certain phone number. She stood on the rooftop of the education center where she had her first private encounter with Moriarty. Although, she was sure that it wasn't all that private. Moriarty always had people. Staring at the street below, she held out her phone that had been abandoned for weeks. Bringing up the texting page, she typed slowly, her thumb hovering over the 'send' button.

Anguirus quickly pressed it and sat against the chimney that was opposite of the door that lead out on to the roof, waiting.

She had spent two days in the wilderness, forming a plan. Anguirus had thought of so many ways to do what she needed to do, but settled on a rather simple one. A call to Mycroft ensured that no one will ever find out where he was taking her. He claimed that even he didn't know, but Anguirus knows a lie when she hears one. She couldn't bring herself to take Charlene, even if it burned her inside. Charlene needs to stay with her brother. Anguirus wouldn't have been able to take both of them. Charlene wouldn't have asked too many questions, but Jacob would ooze them. He would have resented her for taking him away from the life that he had came to love. Anguirus knew that feeling all too well.

Ten minutes passed and the door opened. Anguirus watched Moran as he stepped out first, Moriarty following suit. She should've known that Moriarty would come, it was foreseeable. But she didn't text Moriarty. She texted Moran.

"Come see me. XOXO. -Anguirus" Is what it said.

She slowly stood up and looked nowhere else but Moran. Moriarty was filling the air with rage and confusion, but he stayed silent. It was surprising that he didn't remember reading about the hit on her family in Moran's file, but Moran was probably some sort of old friend. Moriarty probably didn't even look inside that file. Anguirus didn't even feel bad about the General's death any more. She even slightly wished that she had been the one to get rid of him.

"What do you want?" Moran asked, his voice leaking confusion.

Anguirus took two steps forward and Moran's hand shot up to his belt. She tilted her head as she glanced down at that hand. The hand that pulled the trigger that fired the bullets into her parents' heads as they were sleeping. Anguirus felt psychotic. Like she could do anything.

So she did.

Anguirus reached under her jacket and pulled out her service pistol with quick agility and pulled the trigger. Moran's face still held confusion and shock as blood trickled down into his eyes.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" Moriarty screamed as he watched Moran fall onto his back.

Anguirus took a few more steps forward to get a better look at the dead man, but Moriarty pulled out his own gun.

"ANSWER ME!"

Anguirus looked at Moriarty and sadness filled her eyes. Poor man. She could read his sad little life on his face. His arm faltered and she took careful steps toward him. She placed her hand over his shaking one and gently brought the gun down away from anyone's person. Moriarty dropped his gun and took her face into his hands, kissing her lips firmly before breaking away.

"Why did you do that?" He breathed.

Anguirus hugged him with one arm and brought her mouth close to his ear.

"I don't speak to people with low intelligence." She hissed.

BAM!

Moriarty twitched and Anguirus lowered her gun from his navel, still holding him close.

"I am a monster."

Anguirus let go of him. The disbelief in his eyes as stared hard into Anguirus' uncaring ones seemed to amuse her.

Moriarty fell backwards next to the dead Moran and police sirens were heard. Feet stomped up the stairs and onto the rooftop. Lestrade looked at her then at the two bodies on the ground.

"Jesus Christ. Get Sherlock!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

EPILOGUE

Anguirus walked into her apartment from a hard day of work. She worked as a bartender in a tiny little bar that was trying to make it big in the city of Las Vegas. She really enjoyed the patrons that came in. Their stories were always amusing. People would come in and order a glass with what little money they haven't gambled away. The music was good, too. No more electronic music filled her ears. Instead, it was classic rock and roll. It made her insides happy.

Anguirus sat down the mail that was gathered into her hands onto her glass coffee table and she walked into the kitchen to get a glass of lime juice. It reminded her of London. Of Harper, Charlene, and Jacob. It had been a year since she was last in London and she often wondered how the kids were. How Charlene was handling being without her and how Jacob was doing in school.

Anguirus walked back into her living room while sipping her drink. Sitting down, she turned on the television to some cartoons as she dug through her mail. Bills, bills, and... what was this? It was a blank off-white envelope. Turning it over in her hands, she stared at the strange wax seal. Anguirus peeled it open and carefully took it out, unfolding the paper.

Her mouth opened in surprise as the paper slipped out of her hands, fluttering to the floor.

"I'll be seeing you."