After I left Angie's I quickly changed the sheets in the spare bedroom and hoovered. The house was already clean having Mycroft staying over. As I was putting the Hoover away, the doorbell rang. I went to open the door and was greeted by my friend Sebastian Moran.

"Hey Seb, welcome to back of beyond!" I greeted, hugging Seb.

"Hey there's my girl! How are you Percy?"

"I'm fine thanks, and I'm not your girl, you are lucky no one important heard that." I chided, knowing how jealous Jim got.

"Why has he got competition?" He smirked a cheeky but very sexy grin gracing his chiseled features.

"You'd like that wouldn't you Seb, saying you got the bosses girl?" I think I was offering him a challenge, if he could win, he'd be a worthy victor and it would really annoy Jim. I was still angry.

"Well you are a challenge and there is nothing I like more than a challenge. So are you game? You are single after all."

"I am single aren't I?" I left the statement open, trying not to flirt anymore than necessary. I needed a glass of wine the tension was too much. "Wine?"

"Sure, need help relaxing Percy, am I bothering you?"

"No Sebastian, but I know why you're here, so tell me how bad is it? Is he alright?" I asked about Jim, I needed to think about Jim and not Seb sat in front of me.

"Straight to business as always, that's one the reasons he likes you. "

"Seb, please."

"He's a mess, he really misses you. He hasn't taken a single case for over a month. He's paranoid he'll never get you back."

"Oh Jim." I sighed. "Of course he'll get me back, just when I'm good and ready, he has a lot of explaining to do. I've learnt some very interesting things since I've been here. God, he can be such an idiot sometimes. If he came here in person and actually apologised, he'd have me back in a heartbeat."

"Here have another glass, you look tired, are you sleeping?"

"No not really, too much stuff going on at the moment, the insomnia is bad again, I think I got two hours last night."

"Percy, you should've called earlier, you know I'd come and look after you. Come here." Seb pulled me into his strong arms, and for the first time in weeks, I felt safe and whole. I breathed him in, a mix of leather and coffee with a citrus hint, manly yet comforting.

"Thank you Seb."

"Anything for you sweetheart, you've always been my girl."

"You're so cheesy sometimes." I giggled.

"Cheesy? I'll give you cheesy, Karaoke it is!"

"Ok, ok, duets only and more wine!" I could feel the affect of the first bottle settling in already, with Seb's close proximity and the flirting, Jim was long forgotten and the fun started. The songs started sillier and we drank more wine, the flirting intensified, the songs started to get more serious, sexier, till we were face to face, not singing, just breathing in time, so close. We were millimeters apart and he leaned forward just enough for his lip to touch mine, and the fire ignited. Clothes were strewn in a random trail, as we made our way upstairs.

A while later, I could tell Seb was asleep, I slipped out of bed and picked up each remnant of clothing I could find, and made my way to the bathroom, I showered and got changed. I went downstairs and tidied the mess we'd made, my work done, I tried to suppress what we'd done as much as possible, I needed a distraction, I called Angie.

"Hi! Are my brothers behaving?"

"They've been arguing all day. Sherlock is playing his violin now, just to aggravate Mycroft. I'm thinking about escaping, I mean leaving, and coming over and meeting your friend. If that's alright with you. Please. Seriously, I'm begging." She sounded frazzled, I felt awful.

I laughed. "Sure, come over! I'll open another bottle of wine and wake up Seb. He's a lot of fun, and so good looking! Oh, wait, you're taken already, never mind. But come on over and party!" Seriously, I had to keep my mouth shut.

"Uh, okay. But I don't drink, remember?"

"Oh, right, well, you can still come over."

"I'll be right there."

Angie arrived soon after out call, I was putting my clothes in the washing machine. Angie walked into the living room, where the coffee table had a few empty wine bottles on it.

I came back through and sat on the sofa. "Hi! You just missed him; he's passed out in the guest bedroom. Sorry about the mess."

Angie sat down. "Well, anything's better than dealing with these two and their sibling rivalry. You know, they're worse than me and John are with Harry! And you know how bad me and her are."

"It's probably best if we don't talk about her. But…wow, that's very descriptive. You Watsons are a feisty bunch." I thought about the rows I'd witnessed between Angie and Harry, they were volatile.

Angie laughed. "Well, the younger generation is. The parents are as boring as sticks in the mud. Although, I believe we're part Irish somewhere, so that would explain my temper. And John's. And Harry's, now that I think about it."

I laughed. "John's temper can be amusing, cause if you look like you're gonna cry, he gives in and forgives you."

Angie smiled. "Yeah, you would know."

"How do you think I stayed out of trouble half the time? Then you, it's a bit scary when you get angry, and Harry…well, she's just…Harry."

"Yes, Harry is just Harry, and Harry's an idiot."

I laughed again.

Angie winced. "And I try not to get angry. There's only a couple of people who get me really angry, Erik and…" She glanced at me. "Well." I understood who she was angry at, I was too, well I was, now Ijsut felt incredibly guilty.

I frowned, hoping the guilt wasn't showing on my face.. "Understandable. Erik and Jim, and Sherlock. Occasionally Mycroft. Oh, and this idiot in London, Anderson."

Angie looked at her. "You know him? I'm so sorry."

I felt sorry for Angie, who'd want to meet Anderson, especially if they are female? "You've met him?"

"He's on the team that Sherlock helped out a lot. He hated Sherlock. He and Donovan. She's another one, I can't stand her. And the way she treated Sherlock!"

I looked at Angie. "I nearly got Anderson sacked."

"Why didn't you?"

I smiled. "Well, he wouldn't leave me alone, kept propositioning me. I told Mycroft, who stormed down to Scotland Yard and yelled at Greg to control his officers. I've avoided Donovan thus far, although her name has been mentioned."

Angie smiled. "Oh, you know Lestrade, too?"

"Yeah, well cause of Mycroft."

"Yeah, Mycroft used him sort of as Sherlock's 'handler'. He just can't get a break, can he?"

"Yeah, and then his wife doing that to him."

"And Sherlock telling him about it at Christmas."

I looked at her; no way Sherlock really is heartless sometimes. "Seriously? Does Sherlock ruin all holidays, or just Christmas?"

"All days?"

I laughed. "Yeah. But Anderson's just…I may threaten to set James on him if he ever comes near me again. I know it's mean, but he is just…sickening."

Angie frowned. "That means you're going to see him again."

I glanced at Angie. "Jim? Not necessarily. It's just that Seb said he's really depressed. We had a massive argument on the phone the other night. I feel awful; I said some mean things to him. We've never fought this badly, but when we do, we usually ignore each other for a couple weeks and then get back together. The only time we were apart for longer was when I think you were dating him."

Angie looked at me. "What about a few months ago, when the whole mess when Sherlock 'died' happened? Were you seeing each other then?"

I thought. "Um…yes, we were living together by that point."

Angie sighed.

I glanced at her. "He came home covered in blood. I may have freaked out a bit." When I say freaked out, that was an understatement, I was hysterical, I thought he's been shot, again. It took a while for us to be apart after that incident.

Angie shook her head. "I knew he had used a blood pack."

"He didn't tell me what happened, just he'd seen someone jump off Bart's roof."

Angie frowned. "Yeah, Sherlock. And thus began my three-month depression."

I shrugged, not knowing how to respond. "Well, Jim never explained, just said it was too disturbing to talk about."

Angie scoffed. "Yeah, I'm sure it was disturbing to pretend to shoot yourself in the mouth."

I looked at her; I still didn't understand her violent hostility towards Jim.

Angie sighed. "What…what about within the few weeks before that?"

I shrugged, we did so much together, I'd lost count. I had been away in Cardiff working for a couple of weeks, but nothing out of the ordinary caught my attention. "Yeah." I smiled a little. "This might scare you, or annoy you, and Mycroft and Sherlock can't know, but…his business associates would call me Mrs. Moriarty. I guess they thought we were married. I was never in his meetings, I had no idea what he was really up to."

Angie just looked at her. She shook her head. "I won't tell them."

I smiled. "Thanks, you're the best!" I frowned; I suppose I better tell her. I called Jim telling him I needed to talk, and that I'd come up to London to see him. If I just disappeared Angie would worry.. "Oh, and I'm going to go to London for a few days. Have to wrap some things up."

Angie looked at her.

Percy glanced at her. "Just trust me. I'll be fine."