Part Two: Ursa

The guards made their way down the prison cells calling for lights out. Most already knew it and were ready for bed and lie there waiting for the lights above them to shut off. As soon as they did, the doors flung open startling the prisoners. Slowly, they peeked out of their cells unsure what was happening until the intercom called out.

"Feel free to start a riot, Gentlemen," the woman called, "but first I want the Saevus brothers to the warden's office immediately." There was a ripple of whispering before the riots started; they began shouting and fighting and tackling the guards and doors as two men made their way up toward the warden. The guards standing on the path said nothing; some looked guilty while others looked afraid. What the hell was happening?

She tapped her red nails on her coffee mug with a clink, clink, clink, clink. The warden's room was dark, darker than necessary as the heavy curtains had been drawn to filter out the light that was making her painfully ill; she wasn't all there, and her mind grew fuzzier with the passing hours. The light just made it worse sending the migraines from bad to worse feeling almost immobilized with pain.

She leaned her head back and drank in the air. Pain or not, it was good to breathe. It was like she breathing her first breaths, savoring them, etching them into her memory. A knock on her door made her eyes roll before looking to the solid oak door that separated the room from the rest of the prison.

"Come in," she called in a hoarse voice. She glanced at the doorway as an odd paired entered her solace. One was a small man with glasses rested on his nose and a stillness that seemed like a disease, and the other was a rather large rough looking mercenary complete with scars and tattoos of a large variety. "Ah," she smiled looking at the two, "the lovely Saevus brothers. How are you gentlemen?" The two were, in fact, not brothers, and that much was obvious just from looking at them. Yet, everyone knew them as such since their start as criminals and brothers in arms. If you found one, you found the other. One was violence, the other was information. They were a deadly combination, and a pair she desperately wanted in her circle.

The men stood very still observing the dark haired woman. It couldn't be after all these years; she was meant to be dead, but here she was taking over the prison, releasing them. The old warden was mangled and beaten on the floor. An old golf club he had often used to practice his swing laid bent covered in blood next to him. The blood hadn't bothered to be cleaned off the floor nor was there much effort to clean it off her. There was still a stain of it on her hands, arms, and boots, and it didn't seem to bother her even slightly. In fact, she didn't even seemed to notice.

"I asked how you are," she reminded them not one for waiting for a reply. She had come here for them, and they would act as if she was their God. If they didn't, they would regret it, and the Saevus brothers feared her anger, feared her imaginative violence.

"Well," the small one said quietly as he sat in one chair. His brother threw himself in another in a less than elegant fashion. They knew better than to question her after all these years; she asked the questions, and if she thought something was important for you to know, you would know.

"Not as good as you look, Raine," the mercenary whistled approvingly at her. She smiled rather forcefully at him. She didn't often smile nor did she do so at such crude compliments. Her smile was drawn out by a much more elegant fashion: violence and chaos.

"Take it easy, Jax; what would James say if you knew you were trying to woo me?" she asked him quietly as she lifted her tea to her lips. There was once a rumor that she drank the blood of those that crossed her; with the body of the old warden just feet from her, neither would be surprised to find it true.

"You've been gone a long time, Beautiful," Jax answered not wishing to be the one to give the bad news, but she would find out sooner or later.

"James is dead," his brother replied swiftly. The tea cup went smashing into the wall, and from the flinch of her hand, it seemed almost involuntary.

"What? How?" she asked. They shifted uncomfortably neither wanting to give her the bad news. "Vincent, how!?" she demanded slamming her hands on her desk making the smaller brother quickly start to speak, but he stumbled across his words.

"There's this… um… he's a… they were," she glowered at him allowing him to squeak out his last two words, "Sherlock Holmes."

"Sherlock Holmes," she hissed sifting through her memory, but still her mind was hazy. It was trying hard to put her together, but it wasn't going fast enough for her liking. Waking from the dead wasn't nearly as easy as she hoped it would be. "What do you know about him, Vin? You know everything about everyone." She quickly turned to the brother, who nodded.

"He's the world's only consulting detective," Vin told her. "He's considered a genius; his brother Mycroft practically runs the British government. He's quite good too. He takes private cases, government cases, anything interesting. They go to him when the police are at a loss."

"Where does he live?" she asked him having every intention of meeting this Sherlock Holmes even if he had no idea who he was meeting.

"221B Baker Street with a woman named Ginevra Lorraine," Vin answered. "They say they're lovers." The woman's face split into a grin before she began laughing making the younger brother shudder, and the older brother smirk in amusement.

"Oh, Gina," she whispered with a laugh. "You've been a naughty girl." The woman's mind began wheeling with plans. She needed the Saevus brothers with her; they were the best, and she needed the best.

"So Raine, is Ursa back?" Jax asked with a grin as she pulled a zippo from her pocket as well as a Sobranie Black Russian cigarette. She lit the cigarette allowing the smoke to flow up to the ceiling.

"Oh but of course, Jax, and it's going to be a hell of a comeback," she laughed. "The game is on."

A/N: Very short. Consider it a prologue to part 2. I know we are very excited for Moriarty, and we'll get there, in a very roundabout way. Remember Raine Ailge (also known as Ursa) was James Moriarty's lover, so it will swing back to him. Also how Ursa is alive will be addressed.

Thanks to reviewers: Blink221B, zare . downey . okumura, Cereza101, hannahhobnob, and flaming-amber. See you all next Friday!