She began walking grounds slowly as she sipped her tea in a small Styrofoam cup. The fences rose high into the sky keeping them in as several orderlies wandered the ground occasionally stopping to talk to a nurse or a doctor who roamed with some of the patients. She roamed alone though occasionally she looked back at the window that lead to Doctor Walker's office, and he would be standing there watching her. He seemed to be very concerned for her, more concerned than any other doctor she had over the years and more concerned than he was the last time she was in the hospital.

She hummed to herself looking up at Doctor Walker's office. He nodded at her from the window forcing her to turn her eyes forward again as she crashed into who she presumed to be a doctor.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled as she scrambled to step back and rearranged herself.

"Fancy a stroll?" Sherlock asked turning around to face her. She sighed heavily. He had been kicked out of the institution ten times without so much as a hello from Ginny, but he was a persistent, stubborn man. She made to turn to get the orderlies attentions to take him away, but he took her free arm and locked her in place before practically dragging her around the yard.

"You really are a stubborn man," she sighed looking over his clothes. He was a wearing fake glasses and a white lab coat over his usual clothes. "Doctor Kim?" she asked looking at the name tag on the coat he seemed to have 'borrowed.' "I didn't know you were a psychiatrist."

"Many things you don't know about me, Ginny," he teased making her try and suppress a laugh. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of entertaining her.

"Are the fake glasses necessary?" she asked him mocking him now.

"It has been statistically proven that-"

"Fibbing," she scolded him.

"Science tells us-"

"Sherlock," she warned.

"They make me look smart," he grumbled making her laugh unable to resist. "You seem less… downtrodden than last week."

"A good psychiatrist can really help," she told him with a teasing smile telling him it was a bunch of bullshit. It was his turn to laugh.

"I'll have to imitate a patient next time, won't I?"

"If you say so," she replied with a grin. "Though I doubt you'll have much patience with them.

"You've been sleeping better, too," he noted the lack of under eye circles. He did his best to observe her and memorize her. His concern for her had reached a new level, and it was a bit alarming. John was nervous due to his action or lack of. He hadn't taken a case since Ginny's been in the institution.

"Not having two personalities running around at all hours of the night does do wonders," she smiled though it seemed shaky. "I haven't slept like this in years. I wake up feeling full of energy; it's nice."

"It would be nicer in Baker Street," he assured her though he was beginning to think that wasn't exactly true. She seemed to be making a lot of progress, and he wouldn't want her to regress. She smiled very gently trying to assure him all was well, but also, to let him know it was false hope.

"I won't come back with you," she told as she told him time and time again. Of course, he didn't listen to her, but she held on to her stance that she would not go back to Baker Street as sure as Sherlock held onto his belief that she would.

"I think you'll eventually find me so charming, which I have discovered a large amount of women do for whatever reason, that you will have no choice," he informed her.

"Charming?" she snorted. "You're about as charming as a sake of onions, Sherlock Holmes. You're just lucky that I don't really care much for charming men."

"I would like to argue that Ulric and Moriarty were both charming- though both annoyingly persistent- individuals.

"Annoyingly persistent? Well, doesn't that sound familiar?" she teased. "I must have a taste for annoyingly persistent individuals."

"Therefore," Sherlock talked over her making her grin, "I am willing to call you out on the complete and utter lie."

"Oh, shut up. You're spoiling my mood, Sherlock," she informed him before the sound of a whistle interrupted their talk. They looked to see an orderly running toward them. It seemed he recognized Sherlock.

"Well, I'd better run," he mused. He took a step toward his escape before he stopped, "but first, I can't forget this time. Very important, I'm told."

"Forget what?" she asked as he turned around to face her before he pressed her lips to hers in a rush. She felt her face burn up before he quickly pulled away, wished her a good day, and ran off. She sighed watching him leave her. She was unsure what to do about him.

"That man you were with today," Doctor Walker asked, "who was he?" Ginevra sat near the window watching the rain fall and scatter across the lawn. She knew if she didn't want to tell Doctor Walker anything, he wouldn't push it, but she had no trouble talking about Sherlock if that's what he wanted. She didn't see how it would help her recover. "I've seen him come in with Raine. Is he a friend of hers?"

"All three," she told him blowing hot air on the window. "He's a friend of all three of us. He's Sherlock Holmes."

"The detective?" he asked having heard that name from the papers.

"Mm, yes, that's him," she replied as she began to draw fingers on the reflective surface.

"He's friends with Jen as well?" Doctor Walker asked.

"He loves Jen," she replied, "and he's convinced he loves me. I'm not so sure, but I suppose it doesn't matter what I think. He likes to think he's much more clever than anyone else. He's definitely intelligent, but sometimes, he's really thick."

"What about you? Do you care for him?"

"Hm... yes," she told him. "I suppose I do."

"Why?" he asked her.

"Because... well, because he's never asked me to change," she replied considering the question. "He's never looked at me with judgement or hatred even when that was what he should have done. He accepted me as is and... no one's really done that. Even while I was Raine... he fought for me."

"Why did the orderlies dragging him out of the hospital?" he questioned with a frown.

"Because I told them to," she answered simply.

"Why?"

"Because he's better off without me," she told him finally turning her full attention to Doctor Walker.

"Perhaps he thinks otherwise," he replied. "Perhaps, he believes that the only possible way for you to make his life worse is if you weren't in it."

"Well, that's just stupid," she growled tired with the conversation he was pressing her for. "It's better to distance myself now... It's better that way."

"To you, but perhaps not to Sherlock Holmes. May I pose a situation for you," he asked, "one you won't like?" She gave him a nod. "James Moriarty, he broke you... twice, Ginevra. You knew he would the second time, yet you saw him anyways, and despite all that pain he put you through, you don't regret it, because being without him seemed unbearable."

"That was... many years ago," she told him.

"Sherlock Holmes," he offered ignoring her comment, "is aware being around you could put him in harms way, and that it has hurt him. If he is as clever as you say, then you must consider he knows this, and just like you with James, he will still keep coming to see you."

"That's different," she scoffed.

"Is it?" Doctor Walker asked. "Many have asked you to change who you are to suit them, and Sherlock accepted what you are, but have you considered that he feels that same? That many have asked him to change and reject him if he doesn't except you, Ginevra. You accept him." She sighed and turned back to the window. Doctor Walker knew he would not get anymore out of her today.

The following day he surprised her in the library. She jumped and dropped her books when he popped up. He helped her pick them up and as he did so, he declared them lousy choices, but as he tried to hand them back to her, he could see her staring at one of the orderlies debating about whether or not she wanted to get their attention to have Sherlock removed from her company.

"Give me a chance," he told her holding out the books. "If you find yourself worsening from my presence, I will gladly remove myself from your life, but you won't get worse."

"How do you know?" she asked him prying the books out of his hand deciding to at least hear his defense.

"Because I've studied every book I can get my hands on about the subject of Dissociative Personality," he answered, "and treatment is therapy and stability. Both of which I can give." She sighed.

"You'll leave just like that?" she asked him suspiciously. She didn't actually believe he would just leave her alone if he had to.

"If I think it's damaging your progress, I swear it," he assured her though he was unsure if he would have the courage to just leave her to the white washed walls of the institution.

"You've broken promises before, Sherlock," she reminded him, but that seemed like a lifetime ago now. "How is this one any different?"

"Because I want to see you get better," he replied. "I knew I had a choice. I knew I could try and get Jen back or I could try and repair you, and I chose you, Ginny."

"Why?" she asked him. "You know her; you love her."

"Because it would be wrong of me to reject any part of you including Raine. I care about you, Ginny." He tried to drill this into her, and she seemed to understand if even a little as she stood on her tiptoes and went to kiss his cheek, but instead, he moved to press his lips against her. She was a bit surprised at first before returning the kiss in a rather enthusiastic manner. He pressed against her as the bookshelves pressed into her back.

"Are we really going to do this?" she asked sounding like she was in pain as she pulled away from him and held his face between her hands.

"Do what?" he asked her. She scoffed pushing him away and booking up her books that had clattered to the floor while they embraced. "Do what?" he asked her again as she slammed them onto the table she had been heading for before he appeared out of nowhere.

"Sherlock… our relationship has never been normal," she began trying to find the word's she was looking for. It was all rather confusing. She wasn't sure what she wanted, because she wasn't sure that he understood her. "We- Jen and you- struggled to even get together, and then I... she... fuck pronouns are hard. I went off the deep end."

"You're better now," he assured her. She sighed and shook her head. He didn't understand; he could read all the books he wanted, but he just wouldn't understand. No one could unless they themselves experienced it.

"But I'm not," she informed him slowly sitting down. "Sherlock, I think about death all time. I'm consumed by it. It is my belief that I deserve to die for what I've done, and I don't think that will change, but it's not just that. I'm not just consumed by the idea of my death but other people's. I like having life and death in my hands; it's who I am. You have to understand that I'm not okay, and I never will be. I will always think about killing people, and I will always think about putting a gun to my head, and a lot of the time, I don't think I have the self-control to stop myself."

"I do understand that," he admitted. He had known these things about her for a while now. He could see it in her eyes when she watched some of the orderlies or guards. He watched her eyes as the formulated what the best way to end them was, but of course, she then looked away in shame and disappointment. She was complex. She had Jen's guilt, but some part of her desired Raine's chaos.

"And?" she asked him.

"And that means nothing to me. It doesn't change anything," he scoffed sitting across from her now. "The girl I know and find myself spending time with is… deeply flawed and terribly damaged, and it matches me quite well. I also know she can control her impulses. You think it wouldn't be easier for me to be a serial killer, Ginny? There's a lot more jobs in crime than there are in consulting detective work."

"I've never thought…," she muttered scratching at her arm nervously.

"I get bored, Ginny," he told her clasping her hand against her arm to stop her from tearing open her own skin. "I routinely mentally plan the murder of most people I know… usually for a mental exercise but every now and then…" There was a moment of heavy silence between the two of them before she licked her lips and spoke.

"I didn't know."

"Well, it's not something I just blurt out on an everyday basis, you know," he replied making her smile slightly.

"So you think… I'll be okay?" she asked him. "No… impulsiveness?"

"I think you'll be fine," he assured her making her let out a breath. "I think we'll be fine. I don't doubt it'll be hard, and they'll be good days and bad days. They'll be times you'll try to kill me, and in turn, I may try to tell kill you, but it'll all be alright." She took a breath and gave him a gentle smile. She let out a groan as her smile fell.

"So… so you want to… that means you and I are…"

"I prefer to consider it a mutually beneficial relationship with a slight hint of nontraditional romance as you be receiving no gifts from me, no support, and I will not celebrate anniversaries, birthdays, or any other dreadful holiday couples chose to disease the world with," he told her in a single breath.

"No gifts, a little mutual support, Christmas, Easter, your birthday, and New Years," she comprised.

"Christmas and Easter," he compromised back willing to accept the no gifts and little support part of the deal.

"Christmas, Easter, and your birthday."

"Christmas, Easter, and your birthday," Sherlock shot back.

"Christmas, Easter, and we pick a halfway date between your birthday and mine to celebrate."

"Deal," he agreed.

"Sex?" she questioned.

"Debatable, once you're back home," he told her with a smile.

"Now you're just using sex against me," she accused knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Yes," he answered obviously.

"Fine," she replied.

"Fine," he repeated back. She cleared her throat and turned back to her book that she now pushed open. "Come home?" he asked her. She glanced up at him.

"Did we not just discuss what might happen if I come home?" she asked. "I'm scared that I'll either relapse or try and kill myself."

"I'll be there. That's part of the deal: mutual support," he reminded her though he didn't seem to enjoy the sound of supporting someone.

"You'll be there when?" she asked him knowing that any sort of relationship wouldn't come easy to a man like him. "Between the serial killers and the kidnappings and… you're a busy man."

"We'll take a holiday," he offered her.

"Sherlock," she sighed standing knowing he was just saying whatever he thought would bring her back to Baker Street.

"We'll take a sex holiday."

"You have to be married to go on a honeymoon," she reminded him.

"We'll get married," he offered making her laugh as she walked away, and he ran to catch up with her giving the idea a rest for now. However, he wouldn't stop bothering her until she was back home at Baker Street, where he was convinced she belonged.

A/N: Another update possibly Wednesday? Of course!

Thanks to reviewers: Dream01, TinkerbellxO, hannahhobnob, and zare . downey . okumura. Review please, and I'll see you all Wednesday!