AN: Hello. Sorry for the delay in updates. Real Life is sadly taking over somewhat and I had a lot of writing to catch up on, still do, I'm getting there. Lots of exciting things are coming up in this story, I hope you all enjoy them?! Over 7000 hits is amazing. I won't beg for reviews, but it would be great to hear from anyone out there reading the story.

As always huge and heart felt thanks to naturerocs for inspiring to me to get writing and for being generally awesome!

In case you were wondering, I don't own any of this. It all belongs to its respective owners and is for non profit. I only own Percy. naturerocs own Angie.

There is a little bit of point of POV shift in this chapter. I've marked where it's Percy's thoughts and POV, otherwise it's 3rd Person.

Chapter 39 - Ruined by Revenge

There was a pounding on the front door. I went to see who was calling so late and found a rather bloodied and distressed Angie.

"Hi. I could, uh...use a little help." She indicated to herself. I opened the door wider.

"Come in, come in. What happened to you?" I asked. I scanned over her wounds, obviously inflicted by a man. She's been outside, to visit her Grandfather's grave again.

"Got attacked." She replied stoically.

"By who, are you okay?" I asked. I looked at her again and noticed that her cut was still oozing. "Oh, you're bleeding, come on we'll get you cleaned up."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thankfully I still carry Sherlock's gun with me." She waved off. I gave her a look as I found the first aid kit. It was always stocked up, a necessity in our household. I pulled out some gloves and antiseptic wipes.

"This might sting a bit..." Angie winced. "Sorry. Who did this?" I asked. I had my suspicions, but I hope Angie would prove me wrong.

"Uh, one of Hunter's men. Somehow found out I was connected to Sherlock." She replied calmly. My blood froze.

"Oh God, this is not good. Is he still alive? Could you describe him?" I asked quickly. This wasn't a time to be emotional, if the attacker was still alive, he wouldn't be by morning.

"Do you really think I killed him? I just scared him off. I don't know, it was dark, and I was trying to get him to stop banging my head against the wall to notice what he looked like. He has an accent, not that that helps that much." As Angie described her attack, I felt my anger rise. They chose the wrong person to hurt.

"I'll find him, He won't have gone far. What else happened tonight?" I asked. Angie seemed to ignore my first statement. Good. I didn't want her catching on to what I was planning.

"Well, Sherlock hung up on me, then I threw my phone and ended up breaking it. Then John and I had another argument. Then I went to Granddad's grave to try and get some peace and quiet, didn't last long, since Moran had followed me. Then I started home and got attacked, and came here. I really don't want to deal with John right now, after what was said." She scoffed. She really had had a crap day.

"Oh Sweetie I'm sorry. That might explain why I have ten missed calls from John." I replied. I had ignored his number; I wasn't in the mood to speak to him.

"Oh, he's gonna kill me. I'd better call him. Can I stay here till this cut heals up?" She asked timidly.

"Of course. You're room is ready for you as always. Go call John; I'll put the kettle on. Want anything to eat? I made a bit too much pasta for dinner?!" I offered.

"I'm really not hungry, thanks." I nodded.

"Okay, well help yourself if you change your mind. What's mine is yours." I said with a small smile.

"Thanks." Smiled Angie as she left the kitchen to call John. Five minutes later she came and sat at the kitchen counter.

"Get through to John?" I asked.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Tea, coffee, hot chocolate?" I offered, hoping the hot drink may help her open up.

"I guess I could force down some hot chocolate..." Answered Angie with a half smile. I started heating the milk.

"Of course...marshmallows? Cream?" I asked, I knew she'd say no, but it's always polite to ask.

"No, thanks."

"Okay...Here you go. Enjoy." She gave me another small smile of thanks and started sipping her drink. After about ten minutes of silence, I asked:

"Do you want to talk?"

"I don't know." She sighed. I could tell bugging her or answers would get us nowhere. She's spaced out and needed time to process everything.

"You know where I am if you need me, I slept last night, so you won't wake me if it's late." I offered.

"Well, thanks." She mumbled.

"Anytime Sweetie and always for you." I told her sincerely. "Make yourself at home, I'll be in the library if you want me."

"Hmm, thanks." She muttered. I'm not sure if Angie even heard me. I did go up to the library, but only to stage my presence there. I left a book open and a half drunk mug of tea.

I knew what I had to do, I had to find this scumbag loyal to hunter and make him pay for hurting Angie. She had my protection, which meant she was untouchable. I went into my bedroom, changed into a black suit and white shirt. I attached a gun holster over my shirt and put a silencer in my pocket. I did up my jacket. I slipped down the back stairs of the house, into the garden and over the garden wall. This shouldn't take me too long. I melted into the shadows and hunted my prey.

James Moriarty arrived home at about nine o'clock. It had been a long and rather unproductive couple of days and he was tired. He was hoping to spend the evening relaxing with Percy, but on entering the kitchen and seeing an injured Angie, he knew chance to relax had been shattered.

"Do you know where Percy is?" Asked Angie. She didn't want to be around Moriarty, but he might know here his wife was.

"No. Odd, but I've just got home." Jim replied.

"Oh, okay. Sorry." Apologised Angie.

"Not a problem, why?" Replied Jim, confused.

"Uh, I just wanted to talk to her. It's fine." Dismissed Angie, not wanting to talk to Moriarty about her problems.

"Right. Who attacked you?" Asked Jim casually. It was rather obvious, but he knew this experience might be like pulling teeth, tedious and long.

"What?" Exclaimed Angie shocked.

"There is a cut on your head and you know what I do, of course I'd notice." Said Jim as he rooted around the fridge for some dinner. He found a box of pasta with a note from Percy telling him to "Enjoy. Love P x". Jim smiled as he grabbed a fork and sat opposite Angie.

"Uh...I got mugged last night. Last time I buy a posh coat." Offered Angie, she laughed nervously.

"If you say so. Is it worth lying to me? Really?" Asked Jim. He wasn't trying to scare her, but come on, he would work it out, or Percy would tell him when she got home. He could probably make the mugger disappear.

"I suppose not. It's your fault anyway. I was attacked because someone from Gregor Hunter's ring found out that I was connected to Sherlock, after revenge." Said Angie scathingly.

"Oh, you know. Percy will be upset. That was brave of them. What did he do?" Jim asked, mildly amused at how annoyed Angie was. Percy and Sherlock had obviously given up with total secrecy and told Angie.

"Well, obviously, he tried to bash my head against the wall. He didn't really get to do that much. I've gotten into the habit of carrying a gun since...well, since I met you." Angie trailed off. Jim raised his eyebrows at her honesty.

"Smart girl. I wonder which one of Hunter's lackeys it was? I take it you didn't get a name or a face?"

"It was dark, and all I was focusing on was getting away. I'm kind of surprised I managed to find out he was one of Hunter's men." Angie admitted.

"You're good at your job. If you weren't so moral I'd hire you myself." Jim complimented her.

"You tried once, remember? John hates me enough because I'm still associating with Percy despite you." Spat Angie.

"Yes, I remember." Chuckled Jim. "I gathered John wasn't pleased with Percy, he should be careful." Jim warned, not intending to actually hurt John, Percy would be so furious it wasn't worth the pain and aggravation, but John upsetting his wife, well, people had died for less.

"Don't start threatening him. He's just worried about me, and her. It was a bit of a shock finding out that the sweet little girl that followed him around ends up married to the criminal mastermind who tried to kill him, and who he thinks made his best friend commit suicide." Shouted Angie. She would defend John until the last.

"I suppose so. You'd think he'd have become accustomed to Percy's eccentricities by now." Quipped Jim, still unphased by Angie's outburst. He was distracted by Percy's cooking.

"Yeah, well he's been through a lot lately." Shot back Angie.

"You don't think I know that?!" Snapped Jim. Before he speak, his phone beeped, once of his assets sent him a text, a picture attached of a dead body. The text contained a name.

"Apparently the man who attacked you was called Demitri Petrova, lucky for you, he's dead." He told Angie, glancing back at the picture. This wasn't one of his hits. This killer was new. He didn't recognise the signature and the killer had been angry.

"How did he die?" Asked Angie.

"Painfully, I've got a mystery killer on my hands, how fun." Smirked Jim.

"Well, that's right up your alley, deadly fun and games." Replied Angie sardonically.

"I do hate being bored." Agreed Jim with a slightly creepy smile. Angie just rolled her eyes and the criminal in front of her.

"No-one forces you to stay Angie, if you don't like it, you can leave." Jim stated. He liked Angie, but her constant loathing for him got tedious to be around.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go explain all this to John. I don't think so." Replied Angie petulantly.

"Then you see your predicament." Answered Jim.

"'Predicament'. That's putting it lightly." Snorted Angie.

"Relax Angie, nothing will happen to you here. Where is Percy? She should be home by now." Jim asked looking at his watch. It was already past ten. She wasn't working, so where could she be? It was odd of her to leave Angie alone in her current state.

"I don't know. I didn't even know she left, so..."

"You weren't with her?" Jim asked. His confusion rising. Something wasn't right.

"No, I was in the kitchen, kind of out of it, and the last I saw her, she said she was going up to the library." Replied Angie, sensing Moriarty's worry.

"I'll go and see if I can spot anything." Jim said, just as he was about to go upstairs the front door opened.

Percy POV

"I'm home, sorry, had to take something round to Mycroft's flat." I said as I shut and locked the front door. Both Jim and Angie looked a little worried.

"Hi." Said Angie. She gave me an odd look but went back onto the kitchen. Jim came over to me. He took my face in his hands, looking for any sign of damage.

"You shouldn't have gone out alone." He admonished lightly.

"I was fine." I replied with a smile, and kissed him quickly. "I'm gonna have a shower, I'll be down in a bit." He nodded, and I could feel his eyes on my as I made my way upstairs.

Jim turned back into the kitchen; he looked at the remnants of his food, now forgotten in his worry for Percy. He put the container back in the fridge and sat down.

"So, other than running away from men in dark alleys, anything else exciting happen to you?" Jim asked.

"Well, Moran still bent on getting me back, Sherlock running off, John hating me...other than that..." Listed Angie. They fell into an awkward silence.

"Why so quiet?" Jim asked.

"Well, it's not exactly like we're friends!" Scoffed Angie. This hurt Jim a little. He wasn't entirely sure why.

"We could be friends?" Jim wondered.

"What?" Exclaimed Angie, narrowing her eyes a little. "Why would we be friends?" She sounded so affronted.

"You practically live in my house and you're best friends with my wife...not necessarily in that order." Replied Jim honestly. His answer took Angie off guard.

"I don't know...You don't think I'm too 'angelic' to be friends with the likes of you?" She asked, half joking, half intrigued by what his answer could be.

"No. I think you fit in rather well."

"How exactly?"

"Sometimes you need something to stop you, hold you back. You can do that for Percy." Jim admitted. Percy did that for him, kept him from truly falling into the clutches of total evil. He could do that to a certain extent for her, but Angie knew Percy better than anyone.

"Well, I don't know. Arranging my husband's murder, almost blowing up my brother, and ruining my boyfriend's reputation doesn't exactly pave the way for a friendship." Sniped Angie.

"Maybe I should re-phrase what I'm asking. You keep Percy honest; you keep her from being like me."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say it sounds like you regret what you are." Questioned Angie, she couldn't tell if it was regret in his eyes or something else.

"No I made my choice, but she..." Jim paused and took a deep breath. "…She shouldn't doesn't need to be...Will you just help keep her good?" He asked giving up trying to explain. Angie nodded.

"Of course. She's my best friend, of course I will."

"Good. Thank you." Jim replied with a half smile.

Percy POV

I came out of the shower and dressed in black leggings and a loose wrap dress. I picked up the pile of washing I had created and padded downstairs. I pushed open the kitchen door and saw Jim and Angie sat at the kitchen table, neither was crying, angry or threatening each other. This was good.

"Please tell me you're bonding and becoming great friends?! Lie if you have to." I smirked.

"Of course." Remarked Angie dryly.

"Wouldn't be doing anything else." Agreed Jim. I smiled at them both, giving them a knowing look.

"I'm putting some washing on, Angie, do you want anything done?" I asked.

"No, I'm fine thanks." I was slightly relieved at her answer.

"Alright. You feeling better?" I asked her as I came back into the kitchen.

"I'm fine." She replied. I was a bit hurt. She could talk to Jim, but not to me. When did that happen?

"Okay. Give me a shout if you need anything, I'm tired; I'm going to lie down." I announced; I needed to gather my thoughts anyway. I made my way back upstairs and flopped onto the bed. If only sleep would come easily.

"She's being strange. Are you sure you're all right Angie?" Jim asked, looking at how pale Angie was.

"Fine. It's not the first time I've had head trauma."

"Really?" Jim asked surprised.

"Yeah...I, uh...years ago, I was, uh...in a really bad accident. Drunk driver hit me head on. Total memory loss." Angie recounted.

"You were lucky to survive. You seem...all there...now." Jim said. Trying to be somewhat delicate.

"I got it back a little bit after I moved here. Emotional responses triggered the memories. Thankfully. John doesn't know about that either. I don't know why I keep so many secrets from him." Asked Angie, more thinking out loud, than asking a question.

"It's because you care, you don't want him to get hurt. It's the reason why Percy keeps so many secrets." Jim offered. He knew Percy had so many things she'd never tell him, but it was part of who she was. She cared so much about those she loved.

"Yeah, that reason doesn't really work when they find out. It's funny, turns out my whole adult life has been filled with secrets." Sighed Angie.

"No it doesn't make it easier. Everyone's lives are filled with secrets; some people just have bigger secrets than others." Agreed Jim.

"I suppose so. I had some pretty big secrets, though." Angie said.

"You're preaching to the choir." Smiled Jim.

"Yeah, I guess I am." Laughed Angie quietly.

"I'm going to check on Percy. Make yourself at home." Jim said. He smiled as he stood up, actually feeling closer to Angie.

"Thanks." Replied Angie, retuning his smile. She felt slightly less guarded around him.

"Anytime." He admitted honestly.

Jim made his way upstairs, he quietly opened the door to their bedroom, Percy was lying diagonally across their bed, obviously not asleep, but with her eyes closed, she was lost in thought. He backed out of the room and wondered what she'd been up to. He looked at the clock in the hall; it read after midnight, he'd not slept the night before his tiredness hit him. Unless Percy came out of her thoughts, he wouldn't be getting to sleep in his own bed, he opened the door to one of the spare rooms and flopped onto the bed. He was asleep quickly, still confused by Percy's strange behaviour.

Percy POV

I came out of my thoughts at about 9am. I couldn't remember if I had fallen asleep or not, but I went down to make breakfast for everyone. I checked the washing from last night and put it in the dryer. I pulled out my shirt, and saw the blood hadn't come out. The front of the shirt had a dark red stain stark against the white. I grabbed my phone and searched for stain removal techniques, and got to work trying to salvage my shirt. Breakfast plans forgotten.

I didn't hear anyone enter the kitchen and was talking to the useless information my phone had proved as well as myself.

"Does anyone know the best way to get blood out of a silk shirt?!"

"What did you do now?" Angie's voice made me jump. I dropped the shirt back into the sink with a splash.

"It's best if I don't tell you, you'll get really angry with me." I answered sheepishly as I gave up and dried my hands.

"Well?" Demanded Angie, giving me a look that made me feel eight years old again.

"I got into a fight..." I said quietly, it wasn't a lie.

"With who?" Sighed Angie.

"A man; a very bad man." I offered. Again, it wasn't a lie.

"You never used to be this cryptic with me." She pushed. I felt guilty.

"I don't want you to hate me, I did something worse than normal, I lost my temper." I admitted. I felt kind of sick. Angie would be so disappointed.

"Percy, I am never going to hate you. You should know that. What happened?" Angie asked. She stepped closer to me. Offering a comforting hand on my arm. I stepped away and started pacing, trying to find the right words.

"Umm..okay..so the man that attacked you last night, I tracked I'm down, it was quite simple, he wasn't the brightest of people, I may have shown him what happens when you hurt my loved ones. Well shown him isn't quite right, he might be dead and currently on his way back to Romania as a message." I said quickly.

"You killed him?" Exclaimed Angie, shocked.

"Yeah...sorry."

"No, don't apologise...I guess I haven't quite gotten used to the...Moriarty in you. Sorry, I just have a headache." Angie's face told me everything I needed to know, she was disappointed with me, and I disgusted her.

"Ang, please, don't go...this is why I didn't want to tell you. I knew it would upset you." I begged.

"No, I'm fine. I really do have a headache...I know that kind of contradicted itself, but...I, I'm not upset with you, I know that's just how you are now." Angie took a few more steps away from me.

"Okay and I am sorry." I told her.

"Don't be. Believe me, Percy; I am done getting upset with people. It doesn't do any good, just makes things worse." She said harshly. She was being defiant. I didn't blame her.

"Alright. I hope you feel better, there's some aspirin in the bathroom if you need it." I told her quietly. I could feel myself retreating inside my mind. I didn't want to face this.

"Alright, thanks." Angie muttered and the door swung closed behind her.

I turned back to the sink and took all my frustration on scrubbing the fabric. Nothing worked it was ruined beyond salvation. I huffed. I wrung the shirt out and just as I looked at it one more time, Jim walked in.

"I made tea, do you want any?" I asked. Jim ignored me.

"When did that happen?" He asked accusatorially, gesturing to the shirt.

"Oh, um last night." I replied.

"What happened last night?!" He asked, getting frustrated.

"I did something a bit dangerous."

"Which was...?" He asked. I felt like a naughty school child.

"You know Angie got attacked last night?" I answered with a question.

"Yeah..." He replied. Jim looked up at me, realising what I had done. "Oh, don't tell me it was you. You're not serious?"

"I was angry. I'd had a stressful day with Mycroft and then Sebastian accosts Angie and she gets attacked by one of Hunter's idiots, I lost my temper. I'd had enough." I told him. I thought he would understand.

"You could have gotten hurt!" He shouted. I flinched. "Wait, Seb's back?" Jim asked even more confused.

"I wasn't hurt, it's not my blood. Apparently so, I caught a glimpse of him in Romania, he didn't see me." I snapped back. I was getting frustrated with being shouted at.

"What the hell was he doing in Romania? And you still could have gotten hurt." He argued.

"I don't know. Well I didn't and I sent him back to Romania in pieces. Go after my loved ones and suffer the consequences." I replied darkly. My voice was cold.

"Whatever. Just...you didn't have to lie to me about it last night." Sighed Jim shaking his head.

"I didn't lie, I did drop something off with Mycroft, a body." I spat back. Why was he so upset at something he'd done a hundred times?

"Oh, fine." Jim turned away from me his shoulders slumped.

"You're disappointed." I stated.

"Why would you say that?" He asked, turning to look at me as he spoke.

"You look sad, like I just kicked your puppy." I sneered.

"Nothing, I'm fine." Dismissed Jim. I didn't believe him. I could see the disbelief and disappointment in his face. He couldn't stand to look at me.

"No you're not. I'll leave you and Angie for a bit, I think you both need space." I stated. I got no reaction. I went upstairs, grabbed some clothes and essentials and packed a bag. I came back downstairs and put on a coat. Jim caught my eye but turned away. I felt like he'd stabbed me in the heart.

"Okay, you're not even going to stop me. I'll back in a couple of days." I replied and made my way to Mycroft's.

Angie heard the door slam. She went downstairs to investigate. She found Jim nursing a scotch in the living room

"She feels sorry, you know. About doing that...killing that guy." Angie said.

"Does she?" Scoffed Jim.

"Yes."

"Right, is that why she left?" Jim asked.

"Well, maybe if you hadn't yelled at her for something that you do all the time..." Snapped Angie. She was annoyed he blamed Percy for something he did.

"She was being reckless. If she had gotten hurt...I'll admit she managed to surprise me." Jim argued.

"She was upset and being protective, and she reacted in the way that you got her used to." Scorned Angie.

"I might have done a lot of things, and pulled Percy into some situations, but I never taught her to kill, I never wanted that for her. She chose to hunt done that man." Jim got up and started to pace. He had always been careful to keep Percy away from the killing. She didn't need that on her conscience.

"What did you expect to happen after exposing her to all that violence and death?! Just because you never 'get your hands dirty', you're still implying that it's all right." Said Angie, her voice rising.

"How do you think I survive; it's not by being nice. It's about money and power. That goes hand in hand with violence and death. It always has. I told Percy everything very early on; she knew what she was getting herself into. I kept her away from the killing." Replied Jim.

"Well, obviously not enough." Snipe Angie angrily.

"She had a whole life before me, she never talks about it, but she was already accustomed to the criminal world." Jim shouted.

"Well, you certainly didn't help. You want to keep her good, you need to do something yourself, don't push the entire responsibility onto me." Retorted Angie.

"Careful now Angie." Warned Jim. It was a warning to him as well, he was close to snapping.

"Or what? You'll arrange to 'teach me a lesson'? Arrange my murder? And you wonder why she's getting like this?!" Taunted Angie.

"There would be no point in killing you, but keeping you away would be very easy. You forget I can make Percy disappear so easily, you'd never find her or me. She got worse when dear Sherlock came into her life." Threatened Jim.

"Go ahead then. I'm just trying to help her you know that. But just remember that you won't just be taking my best friend away from me, you'll be taking hers away from her, and I doubt she would forgive you for that." Angie said smugly. Knowing she'd stated the truth.

"You have no idea what's she's forgiven. You sit and blame my reaction towards her actions as a reason for her to leave, what about you?! You've barely spoken to her; she was so angry and scared that you'd been hurt." Sneered Jim.

"I've had a lot going on. Forgive me if I haven't been that talkative because I almost had my head bashed in! And don't try to turn this around on me, I didn't ask her to go out and kill, that's the last thing I want, but I'm not the one who has desensitised her to violence. Typical man, always finding a way to blame somebody else." Bit back Angie.

"You've always had a lot going on. Perhaps you should leave Angie?"

"No thanks to you. Maybe I should. Wouldn't want to be left alone with the world's most dangerous criminal, would I? I'll take my chances with John's temper." Angie spat. She tore out of the room, grabbed her things and headed back to Baker Street.

Jim threw the glass in his hands at the wall, the tinkling sound of shattering glass just made him realise he was alone.

Percy POV

I stormed over to Mycroft's, the walk doing me some good; it helped me clam down a little. I let myself in and called out to see if my brother was home.

"Mycroft, are you in?"

"Yes, hello, Persephone." He greeted, stepping out of his study. I ran to him and hugged him. He froze for a second and he hugged me back.

"Something troubling you?" He asked kindly.

"Can I stay here for a couple of days?!" I asked him. Feeling like I was a teenager all over again.

"Of course. What is it that's upset you so?" He asked leading me down into his kitchen and making us both teas.

"Big argument at home." I replied sadly.

"Hmm, nothing unusual there. You're always welcome here." He said truthfully. I gave him a small smile.

"Sadly not. Thanks."

"What was it about this time?" Mycroft asked. He probably knew, but we had agreed when I was fourteen that we wouldn't deduce each other unless it was totally necessary.

"I just needed a break from it all." I said evasively.

"Understood." He said simply. I was pleased he wasn't pushing the issue. He knew I'd talk when I was ready.

"I hope I didn't ruin any plans you had?" I asked. It was unusual for him to be home at such a reasonable time.

"Of course not. Just going over some work. Good spies are hard to come by these days." He quipped.

"Are they? Depends on how you train them I suppose?!" I replied casually.

"Perhaps. All the good ones usually end up getting killed." He smiled at me knowingly. "Or prefer to get on with their own lives."

"Like they ever really get to have their own lives. Dying is probably the kinder option." I replied. I had never considered myself a spy. I hope he wasn't alluding to me becoming a spy.

"Well, even with their own lives...normal life offers little reward. Very often, they're...underappreciated."

"Well it's not like they can tell anyone what they used to do." I admitted. I wished I could tell Jim of my life before I met him. There was a whole part of me I had to hide. I hated it.

"I mean just normal, simple life in general."

"What about it? It's dull and uninteresting; the opposite of my life but that normality would be quite welcome." I scoffed. I waited for his reply, but I was graced with one of Mycroft's knowing expressions.

"Mycroft you're giving me one of your looks, what is it?!"

"Nothing, I was just thinking of how helpful you were with your last mission. There's been a recent development...well, you wouldn't want to hear about that. Ignore me." He replied, attempting to hook me and then quash the subject. I looked at him pointedly.

"Fine, what do you need me to do? It's easier when you just ask me instead of being cryptic." I asked.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't think of asking you to do this. It's simple, trivial. You came here to get away from all the stresses of life. Forget I mentioned anything." He dismissed again.

"Just tell me Mycroft, I'm already irritated, don't make it worse." I snapped.

"A North Korean informant was recently seen in London. He's been having...second thoughts about where his loyalties lie. I was just going to send someone to make sure of where he stands. I wouldn't want to impose..." He explained.

"You're not imposing, I could do with the distraction." I agreed.

"If you insist. I know I can always count on you."

"I learnt from the best after all." I smiled.

"You're too kind. You're welcome to stay here as long as you need." Mycroft said, showing an unusually level of affection by patting my hand.

"Thanks…Oh, I didn't thank you for last night, you were rather helpful."

"Think nothing of it. Is Miss Watson recovering?" He asked.

"I assume so. We've had a minor disagreement. John hates me, Sherlock won't pick up his phone, Jim can't look at me and Angie won't be in the same room as me. So you're the only person I have left." I replied bitterly.

"Hmm, the detriments of sentiment. I assure you, I will always be here for you, Persephone."

"Thank you Mycroft. I'll meet with the North Korean tomorrow if that's helpful?!" I asked.

"Yes, it would be very helpful, thank you. Make yourself at home."

"Of course. Thanks, I'm going to head to bed, it's been a rough day. I'll see you in the morning." I said. I stood and kissed Mycroft on the check. He'd always been there for me. Even when we argued and I'd storm off needing independence, he's always been waiting to help me get back on me feet. I got changed, cleaned my teeth and got under the covers of the huge four-poster bed. It didn't take long before I fell asleep.