It was well past midnight when the boys finally made their way up steps of 221B Baker Street. Evangeline was seated on the couch with a notebook in her lap, and her favorite pen in her left hand but she hadn't written a word in an hour. Her mind wondered, she was better, she had to be or else she knew what would happen to her. She remembered everything Sherlock, and even Mycroft had done to prevent her from being placed in the facility. But maybe it had to happen, Evangeline supposed. Placing the notebook and pen on the table Evangeline stood up she glanced over at the clock on the wall the time read 12:45.

The front door of Baker Street opened; Sherlock Holmes and John Watson braced the stairs and made their way up to their flat. Sherlock was first to come through threshold of the door, he saw Evangeline walking out of the kitchen area. She smiled at him before returning to the couch, with a cup of tea in her hands. "Evening boys." Evangeline greeted them, John said hello before making his ways up the stairs to his bedroom.

Sherlock walked to the other side of the room and picked up his violin, he began to play; the soft melody filled the room. Being an insomniac had always had advantages when being involved with Sherlock Holmes; during the years before the incident Evangeline could remember the two of them sitting in Baker Street at odd hours just talking. It wasn't ever romantic or about them, but they talked and played a game; it was a mind game and Evangeline challenged him with all she had. Her mind begun to wonder at this point, soon she'd loose herself in thought.

A loud crashing sound was heard, Sherlock's eyes shoot up immediately the cup that had been in Evangeline hand's was shattered all over the floor. Her eyes looked like a deer caught in the headlight as her face met his. She bent down to pick up the glass pieces and Sherlock set the violin down he made a motion with his hand for her to stop. "You go get a rag from the kitchen, I'll get the glass." His voice held no room for argument; Evangeline slowly stood up and walked to the kitchen absent mindedly.

Sherlock had just finished picking up the last piece when Evangeline returned; he noticed she had tear stains on her cheeks. That obviously had been what took her so long, he sighed holding his hand out for the rag. Evangeline wordlessly handed it over to him, her eyes were downcast. "Evangeline." She snapped up, Sherlock never used her real name. She didn't answer him, he gave off an annoyed grunt.

"You're bleeding." He stated while placing the pieces of glass in the trash can Evangeline had brought over as well. Evangeline looked down and sure enough her thumb was bleeding, she must have cut herself when she tried to pick up the glass. Sherlock made a motion for her to get up and head back into the kitchen.

"I guess I am." She replied, standing.

"I'll go get John."

John came down soon after bringing his first-aid kit along with him. He carefully examine Evangeline's thumb, he cleaned the cut then he used a butterfly bandage to push the cut together before putting a normal band-aid over it. "It's not too deep so this should do it. I would recommend coming to the clinic in the morning and letting me reassess it then." Evangeline nodded her head before speaking.

"Thank you John."

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The following morning Evangeline stopped in at the clinic, and after that she went grocery shopping for the three of them. Sherlock and John had been called off for another case, leaving Evangeline to her own distractions for the rest of the afternoon. In the store she came across a very familiar looming figure. "Afternoon Mycroft." She called out to him as he strode up to her.

"Good afternoon, Evangeline." He spoke to her in an uninterested void of all emotions tone. Evangeline rolled her eyes at him; she reached up to grab spaghetti noodles. Mycroft noticed the struggle that Evangeline had to reach the package, reaching over her head he grabbed the noodles and handed them to his sister-in-law.

"Thank you, Mycroft." He nodded his head at her in response. She continued walking down the aisle grabbing more items that she needed, finally Evangeline turned to look at Mycroft who was still walking with her.

"What do you want Mycroft? It must be important, since you followed me into the store." She questioned, her tone was snarky. Mycroft raised a brow at her inquiries.

"You wouldn't assume that as your brother in law I could just be here to help you." Mycroft shot back, Evangeline laughed throwing her head back as she giggled.

"You help anyone without any gain? That's funny Mycroft, real funny needed that laugh." Evangeline teased, pushing her cart back to the front of the store to buy the groceries. Mycroft smirked at that, he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Evangeline, keep an eye on Sherlock for me." Evangeline's face soften, she gave him a very gentle smile as she removed his hand from her.

"I will not spy on my husband Mycroft; you'd do best to remember that. By the way, things between us, they haven't changed." With that Evangeline stalked off with her cart leaving Mycroft standing alone in the middle of the aisle with his umbrella.

Evangeline took the long way home with her groceries, she texted Sherlock that she'd be later than usual. When he text back why, she simply replied with bored. He would be sure to smirk at her response. When she arrived back at Backer Street the boys were still not back. Evangeline cleared enough space in the kitchen to cook; memorizing the location of everything she moved so she could return it there and avoid upsetting Sherlock.

The kitchen was cleaned and returned to normal when she finished cooking, John text her about an hour ago telling her they would be home soon. Soon enough after she sat down with her dinner, the boys made it through the threshold of the flat. "How was the case Sherlock? John there's hot spaghetti in the kitchen." Evangeline stated.

Sherlock sat next to Evangeline as John made his way to the kitchen. "You haven't slept since the first day you get here Angela." Sherlock stated, Evangeline shrugged leaning into him and resting her head on his shoulder.

"Elvie, how did you cook around all of Sherlock's experiments?" John asked standing in the open way of the Kitchen with a plate in his hands. Evangeline smiled at John's nickname for her before looking at him.

"I just moved Locke's stuff until I could cook, then put in all back when I was done." John laughed at Sherlock's expression.

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John had gone out again; Sherlock picked up his violin and began to play. Mrs. Hudson was walking about the flat, then she turned looking over towards the wall that previous today Sherlock had shot up and spray painted. "What the bloody hell have you done to my wall? Young man I'm taking this on your rent." Mrs. Hudson said then hurried out of the flat. Evangeline giggled at the banter. Then a violent explosion shook the flat, sending Sherlock to the ground and thrusting Evangeline forward into the coffee table.

Sherlock landed next to her, he was well enough. Evangeline on the other hand had a gash on her forehead that was now bleeding profusely. He knew Mrs. Hudson would dial for the Yard and medical team. "Are you alright?" Evangeline asked, her hand was on her forehead to keep the blood at bay.

"Yes I'm fine; let me see your forehead." Evangeline removed her hand, blood tricked down her face she closed her left eye.

A paramedic team made their way up the stairs a few minutes later, they found Sherlock holding a white clothe to Evangeline's forehead. They helped her down the stairs to the awaiting ambulance, Sherlock followed quickly behind them. If this was more than an accident, had someone planned this, then they better look out because now there was no power in heaven or earth that would stop Sherlock from destroying them.

XOXOX

YAY! We have another chapter, and we are beginning the GREAT GAME. Sorry I skipped over the BLIND BANKER but I was BORED! Lol and I really needed to get the show on the road. In this chapter we introduced new character relations and we learned that there is something between Mycroft and Evangeline that is buried beneath the surface waiting to be uncovered. I do not own SHERLOCK, the character's belong to Doyle originaly, then Stephan Moffat and Mark Gattiss.

Please review and tell me what you think : ) Next time we will begin my version of the GREAT GAME! Allony-s everyone!