She stormed into their room, running her hands through her already tangled blonde hair. She couldn't cry anymore, she'd already cried all her tears. Now it was more like dry heaving, her body shook with sobs yet no tears, no sound, no nothing. Just that painful break in her heart every time she remembered he was no longer there.

Turning she saw three little words written neatly on the chalk board she had hung up on the wall. She usually had a schedule written on it, or little reminders. She hurried over to it and wiped her hand clean across it, erasing any trace of the proclamation he left there.

She knew it was wrong to blame him, but she couldn't stop that tiny part of herself from doing so. Ryan had went with Jim on a simple hit and it ended up being more than they could've ever imagined. Ryan trusted him, and he just let him fall. And now her brother was dead. How could he have let some man get the better of him. The better of Jim Moriarty?

That was unheard of, yet here she was grieving the loss of her brother because someone had.

She heard footsteps coming into the room behind her, but she didn't look back. She didn't need to, she knew who it was and she didn't want to face him. "Rosie..." he began softly. She still didn't look at him, resting her hands against the edge of their bed. "Somethings changed in you," he noticed over the past two days after Ryan's passing how distant she had become. "Towards me." He finished and she whirled around to face him.

She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. She pressed her lips into a thin line, shaking her head helplessly as her hand flew up to push her blonde hair out of her face.

"You're distant," he continued despite her silence, taking even steps toward her. "Cold." His dark eyes flicked up to search hers and she felt as if he could see straight to her soul, hear everything she was thinking and that scared her. She didn't want him to hear everything she was thinking, because most of it was things she didn't believe, things she didn't want to think about.

He nodded, pressing his lips into a tight line, "I'll leave you alone, if that's what you want," he offered. "I know you need space to figure some things out," his voice dropped into a low whisper as his hand came up to push her hair out of her face despite the amount of times she tried to brush it away herself. This time he kept his hand on the side of her head, his fingers holding back the bleached locks as his thumb gently rubbed against her cheek.

"I love you," He said in a low voice he wasn't sure she even heard him, but she did. She looked up at him with bright Hazel eyes seeing his own dark ones take in every inch of her face. "There, I said it. And not on some little chalk board." She leaned into his touch, her tongue poking out to drag along her suddenly dry lips. "I would never let anything or anyone hurt you. I never felt that way about anyone before."

Tyler shook her head, her hand coming up to place over his, tightening her fingers around his hand. "Come on," She whispered, pulling him over to their bed. She laid down first and he quickly came around to lay down next to her, the bed sinking down around them at the sudden weight.

She came up behind him and wrapped her arm around his torso as she rested her head on his. He grabbed her hand tightly in his own, lacing his fingers through hers; he felt himself calm down at the feeling of her heart beating against his back.

"I love you too." She whispered

At midnight, Tyler stepped inside the large room where an indoor swimming pool was right in the middle of the floor, with little curtained off changing rooms off on the left hand side of the room. It was seemingly empty, only the faint bubbling sound of the pools water pumps humming through the air.

She moved further into the room, casting her eyes around, looking up to see a dark space overlooking the pool, no doubt full of benches for onlookers to watch people swim, but from where she was standing, she couldn't get a clear look through the darkness to see if anyone was there. She certainly wasn't ruling it out.

"Brought you a little peace offering," she called, turning back to face the room, and holding up her hand to show the memory stick, "Oh, that's what it's all been for, hasn't it?" She looked around the room, "All your little puzzles, making me dance, all to distract Sherlock and I from this."

She waved the memory stick and turned around slowly on the spot, but she paused, looking over her shoulder as she heard the sound of a door opening, only to see Clara standing halfway down the room, wearing a large hooded coat with her hands tucked inside her pockets.

"Evening," Clara greeted her as Tyler's eyes widened in complete disbelief, her arm holding the memory stick slowly lowering, "This is a turn-up, isn't it, Tyler?"

"Clara," Tyler said softly, still staring at her, "What the hell..."

"Bet you never saw this coming," she continued as Tyler turned around fully to face her, slowly taking a step towards her, unable to actually believe what she was witnessing. Clara removed her hands from her pockets and opened her coat, revealing a bomb strapped to her chest, a sniper's laser immediately danced across the explosives, "What... would you like me... to make her say... next?" she asked as it became very clear that it wasn't her words. Tyler felt her heart drop at the sight.

Tyler quickly started sweeping her eyes around the room, all the while walking closer to Clara. John had left at the same time that Clara had, which meant that there was every chance that he could have been grabbed, too. Not to mention Sherlock was alone in that flat, but she had a feeling he was a little too good for that.

"Gottle o' geer..." Clara began repeating, "Gottle o' geer... gottle o' geer..." and trailed off as her voice broke.

"Stop it," Tyler called, still trying to looking around the room.

"Nice touch, this," she continued, "The pool where little Carl died. I stopped him, you know I stopped him..." Clara grimaced, closing her eyes as she listened for the next words, "...I can stop Clara Hudson too," she looked down at the laser pointed at her chest, "Stop her heart."

"Jim!" She called out into the room, spinning in a circle as she tired to find him. "Jimmy, I know you're here! There's no use hiding!"

A door opened at the far end of the pool and a soft male's voice with an Irish accent spoke, "you always were a clever girl, Rosie." He called to her, seeming slightly amused. Tyler immediately turned to the voice, but he was still hidden from view. "It's why I liked you so much."

Finally he stepped out into the light and Tyler felt her breath get caught in her throat. He was dressed up in one of his expensive West Wood suits, looking as dashing as ever. He smirked at her, drinking her in, then shifting passed her to the door, "you can come out now Sherlock."

Tyler frowned turning to see Sherlock stroll through the door taking in the scene very carefully, first Clara dressed up in the bomb and his eyes flashed with worry. But, it was only for a moment before he looked between Tyler and Jim, almost like he was trying to figure something out.

"Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket..." Sherlock pulled the gun out from his pocket, "...or are you just pleased to see me?"

He raised the gun and pointed it at Jim, "Both," he replied simply.

Jim stopped, hands in his pockets, completely unconcerned about the gun, "Jim Moriarty," he introduced himself, "Hi!" Sherlock frowned at him, titling his head as the man began walking slowly again down the deep end of the pool, "Jim? Jim from the hospital?" He bit his lip, as if he was disappointed, "Oh, did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then, I suppose, that was rather the point," he smiled slightly. "But, I know someone who did make quite the impression on you," He said in a sing songy voice, looking over at the line of dressing rooms. "Oh, Dr. Watson."

Tyler squeezed her eyes shut as soon as she saw John come out unharmed and thankfully lacking a bomb. None of them could make a move with Clara all decked out in explosions. Tyler bit her lip, they were all getting swept up in her mess and it was all her fault.

"Jimmy, please, just let them go," she tried, a edge of pleading in her tone, "You've had your fun, you have me now. You can let them go."

Jim scoffed at her, rolling his dark brown eyes, and gave Sherlock a look, "Honestly, exes, they always try to talk you out of all the fun," he commented, sighing heavily.

Sherlock's eyes widened in shock as he looked back and forth between him and Tyler, then it all clicked. The man she was engaged to was this man, the one she left, the one who turned out to be someone she didn't recognize anymore. That explained her reaction to the old woman's death, the way she had acted whenever the name was mentioned, and the vagueness that she used whenever she spoke about her ex-fiance.

It all fit but... he paused, narrowing his eyes at Tyler. She wasn't working behind their backs, he was positive about that. She could have easily lead them down the wrong path many times before, but she never did, and besides, Tyler had been sent to work alongside him by his brother, and his brother would have known, which meant that Mycroft hadn't considered her to be a threat.

And the way she cared for Clara's safety that wasn't fake, that much he could tell. Especially now, in the way the blonde's eyes darted from the man in front of them to the brunette decked out in explosives every five seconds.

"This is your ex-fiance, Tyler?" he found himself asking her, wanting complete confirmation.

Tyler hesitated, casting Jim a weary look as she passed a small glance over her shoulder to the curly haired man, then back at Clara and John who were frowning at her. She knew this day would come someday, she just hoped it would be much, much later. No doubt Clara wouldn't want anything to do with her after finding out she lied to her this whole time. Sherlock and John would never trust her again. Her life was ruined, though she knew that's exactly what Jim wanted.

"Yes," she finally answered, and he finally noticed that there were dried tear tracks down her cheeks, and her voice held a faint tremble of fear in it. But, not fear of the man before them, fear of losing them. "I am sorry. So, sorry," she breathed, her eyes dancing from John to Clara and finally resting on Sherlock. "None of this was meant to happen. I wanted to tell you, tell all of you," She glanced back at Clara who was starring at her with wide eyes. "I just didn't know how."

She swallowed hard, looking back at Sherlock, "I found out who he really was and I ran. Two years. I thought I could out run him. I should've known better than that, this is all my fault. I am so, so sorry."

Sherlock looked at her for a very long time before he gave a quick nod. He could tell she was telling the truth, he could see clearly just how afraid she was of what Moriarty would do, but that didn't make the truth any less hard to swallow, knowing that she had known all along who was behind everything. Still, he could understand it, after all, his ex was Helena Pierce.

As she saw him nod, Tyler closed her eyes and had to force herself not to tackle him in a relieved hug, knowing that not only it wasn't the time, nor would it probably be welcomed by him. She looked back at John and Clara, getting a weak smile from the former. Her heart fell when she got nothing but a neutral look from her best friend.

"Always so emotional," Jim drawled out, rolling his eyes as Tyler turned a heated glare at him. She opened her mouth to retort but stopped herself as she looked back at Clara, the red dots dancing across her chest. There was nothing she could do, she wasn't about to risk Clara's life.

"Don't be silly," Jim told her, shaking his head, pulling their attention back to him, "Someone else is holding the rifle. I don't like getting my hands dirty, you know that Rosie" he came to a stop at the corner of the pool, near the end of the changing rooms on the side of the room, looking down at them.

Tyler pressed her lips into a tight line, "I remember a few times you broke that rule."

He simply smirked as he twirled something around his finger. Her eyes dropped to the simple silver band ring she had gotten him after he proposed. She always thought it silly how only the girl got an engagement ring. She frowned at the fact that he still wore it.

"I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world. I'm a specialist, you see..." he pretended as if he had only just made the connection, "...like you!"

"'Dear Jim...'" Sherlock began, his voice soft, "'Please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lover's nasty sister?'" Jim smiled and began walking towards them again, "'Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America?'"

"Just so."

"Consulting criminal," he remarked hardly above a whisper, "Brilliant."

"Isn't it?" he smiled proudly, "No one ever gets to me..." he lost the smile, turning very serious, "And no one ever will."

Tyler shook her head at him, "I did." She reminded him.

"You've come the closest," he agreed, "Now you're in my way."

"Thank you."

"Didn't mean it as a compliment."

"Yes, you did."

"Yeah, okay, I did," Jim shrugged, shifting his gaze over to Sherlock then back at Tyler. "But, the flirting's over, Rosie..." his voice began high pitched and sing-song, like a child's as he started walking towards them again, "...daddy's had enough now!" His voice returned to normal. "You know what I'm capable of. I cut loose all those people, all those little problems, even thirty million quid just to get you to come out of hiding."

"Here I am," She gestured to herself, peeking a glance at Clara who had her eyes squeezed shut.

"Yes, you are," He looked her from toe to head with a coy smile. He broke into a smile and started strolling towards them again, "I have loved this, this little game of ours," he put off a London accent, "Playing Jim from I.T," and switched back to his normal accent, "Playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?"

"You killed all those people to toy with me?" Tyler asked, she didn't know why she was so shocked. "Innocent people died."

"That's what people DO!" Jim suddenly shouted, but Tyler hardly blinked. She had been with this man for years, she was more then used to witnessing one of his little tantrums and all his little mood swings.

"I will stop you," Tyler told him calmly, almost making it sound like a promise.

"No, you won't," he replied, shaking his head, the anger that he had shown before vanished.

Tyler glanced at Clara, "You all right?" She asked her..

Jim stepped up beside Clara, "You can talk, Clara darling," he said to her, making the brunette jump slightly in surprise at him being so close, "Go ahead."

Clara met Tyler's eyes, giving her a small nod to say that she was okay. Tyler held the memory stick towards Jim, "Take it," she said to him.

"Huh?" Jim looked over at him, "Oh! That!" he moved past Clara, not sparing a glance at John or Sherlock as he took the memory stick, slowly grinning, "The missile plans!" he kissed the device before lowering his eyes to it, "Boring!" he remarked in a sing-song voice once more, looking back up at Tyler, shaking his head, "I could have got them anywhere." He frowned, "you know this. Oh, you're losing your touch." He shook his head at her, almost seeming disappointed.

He tossed the memory stick into the pool, acting as if he was throwing a stone into a lake. John, seeing his chance, raced forwards and wrapped his arm around Jim's neck, and the other arm around his chest, holding him tightly to him as Sherlock took a step back, not expecting the move, but he kept his gun aimed at Jim.

"Sherlock take the girls and run!" John shouted at them.

Jim laughed, seeming delighted, "Good!" He grinned, "Very good."

"Johnny what are you doing?" Tyler's eyes widened.

"Isn't he sweet?" James calmly looked at Sherlock and Tyler, "I can see why you like having him around. But then, people do get so sentimental about their pets," he scowled around at John as he pulled him tighter to him, "They're so touchingly loyal. But... oops!" he grinned up at John, glancing at Sherlock, "You've rather shown your hand there, Doctor Watson," they looked, horrified, to see a red laser land on Sherlock's forehead, who, realizing what must have happened, shook his head.

John sighed, released Jim, holding up his hands, and stepping back, "Gotcha!" Jim sung, chuckling to himself before brushing the front of his suit, straightening it as he looked back at Sherlock, "Westwood, funny how lovers tend to dress alike," he remarked, turning back to Tyler.

"Don't forget who got you those suits, Jimmy." She stared him down.

He smiled down at the ground, his hand coming up in an attempt to wipe the grin off his face as he met her Hazel eyes again. "You've made such a nice little home here Rosie," He slowly stepped up to her and she squared off her jaw. "A best friend," he gestured to Clara and then John, "a loyal little pet. You even found yourself a new guy," His voice turned bitter to the end and his eyes shifted over to Sherlock, but Tyler kept her eyes locked on Jim's face. "I don't like it," His face turned serious as he tilted his head back at her.

"You'll have to kill me before I let you touch them," she squared off her jaw and he laughed loudly, like that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.

"Oh, my sweet Rose," His eyes followed the movement of his hand as he reached up to push her hair out of her face and behind her ear. "Kill you?" he grimaced, "No, don't be obvious," he shook his head, "I mean, I'm gonna kill you anyway, some day." Tyler sucked in a sharp breath and he looked at her with playful dark eyes. "I don't want to rush it, though. I'm saving it up for something special," he shook his head again, "No, no, no, no, no. I want to burn you," he looked the blonde up and down, his tone growing cruel, "I want to burn the heart out of you," he finished, saying the word 'heart' with a snarl before he gave her an almost regretful look, causing Tyler to swallow thickly.

"I won't let you do this," Tyler shook her head. "I will stop you."

"But, we both know that's not true," he shook his head as Tyler narrowed her eyes dangerously. He glanced down, smiling, and shrugged, "Well, I'd better be off," he looked up and around the room, turning back to Tyler, "Well, so nice to have had a proper chat."

Tyler swallowed hard, licking her suddenly dry lips, "yeah." She whispered with a timid nod.

Sherlock raised the gun higher, closer towards Jim's head before he could leave, "What if I was to shoot you now, right not?" he asked him as Clara bit her lip.

"Then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face," he opened his eyes and mouth wide, micking looking surprised before smirking at him, "'Cause I'd be surprised, Sherlock, really I would," he eyed him, scrunching up his nose, "And just a teensy bit... disappointed. And, of course, you wouldn't be able to cherish it for very long," he slowly began to turn away, "Ciao, Sherlock Holmes... Rosie," he gave her a little wave.

"Catch you... later," Sherlock followed him with the gun still aimed on him as he walked away from them, slipping through the same door that Clara had entered through earlier.

"No, you won't!" Jim called back in his sing-song voice and the doors closed behind him.

For a moment, no one moved until Sherlock glanced at Clara, and instantly bent down, placing the gun to the floor, before dropping to his knees in front of her, setting to work unbuttoning the vest with the bomb attached to it as John came up behind her to help her tug it off.

"Are you alright?" John asked, sounding very worried as Clara, breathing heavily, titled her head back. "Are you alright?" he asked again, more urgent this time.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she tiredly nodded, still panting as Sherlock and John continued trying to pull the vest off. "Guys," finally, they manages to pull the vest roughly off her arm, tossing it across the floor away from them, "Guys!" She stood there for a moment, panting heavily before she started staggering. John quickly grabbed her arm and helped sit her up against one of the changing rooms as her knees gave way, "Oh, Christ," she breathed, trying to suck down a mouthful of air.

"Clara?" Tyler asked her carefully as she knelt down in front of the brunette, reaching out a hand to touch her knee. Unsure exactly what her thoughts about the truth about her coming out, but she supposed that it was a good thing that she hadn't flinched away from her, like she expected her to.

Still panting, Clara glanced at her, "That's... that's your ex-boyfriend?" She breathed heavily.

"Ex-Fiance," She felt the need to correct and got a weak look from both her and John, causing her to cringe. "I am so, so sorry, Clara, John," She looked between the two of them. "Truly. I know you probably hate me, but..."

"I don't hate you," Clara cut in, shaking her head, "It's just... a lot to take in. Just... give me some time, okay?"

Tyler swallowed and tried to smile, "Okay..." She trailed off looking over at John.

He offered her a small smile, "I could never hate you Tyler." She let out a sigh of relief, nearly dropping back as her knees went weak. She didn't know what she would do if the only three people she cared about in this world hated her.

Sherlock walked back in, having gone off to check if Jim really had left, and began pacing up and down in front of the girls and John. "Are you okay?" John asked him, concerned as he watched him.

"Me?" Sherlock said quickly, seeming to be still on edge, "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine," he replied, really not looking 'fine,' "Fine," he turned to him, wide eyed and breathless, "That, er- thing that you... that you did. That, um," he cleared his throat, "that you offered to do. That was, um, good," he swallowed hard.

Tyler noticed the gun he had dropped in his haste to help John free Clara from the bomb. She hurried over to pick up while Clara stared blankly across the pool, "I'm glad no one but Tyler saw that," she remarked.

"Hmm?" Sherlock hummed, rubbing his chin and looked at Clara, obviously confused.

"You and John, ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool," she explained to him, not meeting his eyes, "People might talk."

He shrugged, "People do little else."

For a moment, they looked at each other, and it was almost like it had been before. The four of them broke into laughter, smiling at each other. Clara moved to pull herself back up and John stood, but before she had straightened, she looked down to see a sniper's laser dancing across her chest again, "Oh..." she gasped, looking horrified as she looked over to see that both the boys and Tyler also had laser's dancing over their chests

"Sorry, boys and girls!" Jim called cheerfully, clapping his hands as he stepped back inside the room from a door further up from them, "I'm so changeable!" he laughed, spreading his arms wide as Sherlock tried looking up at were the lasers were coming from, "It is a weakness with me but, to be fair, it is my only weakness," he slipped his hands inside his pockets as Sherlock glanced at Clara and John, who met his gaze, while Tyler kept her eyes on Jim. "You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't," he shook his head, "I would try to convince you but..." he laughed, his voice turning sing-song again, "...everything I have to say has already crossed your mind!"

Tyler continued to look at Clara and the boys, who all nodded. Slowly, she turned back around to face Jim, his face completely blank of how he truly felt seeing her again, "I'm sure my answer has crossed yours as well," she raised the gun at Jim, who simply smiled at her, before lowering it down towards the bomb vest.