He froze. He forgot the pain in his body. He forgot the explosion and everything. He was merely looking at that unbelievable woman, with wide eyes.
She was standing right in front of him, without her mask.

"Do you believe me now?"she asked. Sherlock didn't respond. He was trying to observe every single detail on her face.

"No."he said and  smirked, however he felt an awful pain in his lower abdomen. He groaned.

"You need to go back to bed."She said, happened to hold him but he refused, not cutting the eye contact.

"I still think you betrayed me."he breathed out.

"I didn't. What do you want me to do to make you believe me?"she said.
Sherlock looked at her with a painful expression on his face. He really needed to go back to bed. He felt all the strength in his legs dissappeared.

"Then tell me what happened there."he spoke in difficulty. The pain was growing with every passing second.

"I'm afraid I can't. But I can still prove my...loyalty."she said.
Sherlock curiously looked at her. She hesitantly came over his side. She held his head in her hands. She rubbed his hair and looked at in his eyes.
Sherlock felt like he was going to pass out in any second. However, looking at her eyes, made him forget the pain. Her beautiful ice blue eyes were like a drug.
Then she slowly pressed her lips to his.
But that mesmerising moment didn't take too long. She suddenly felt his limp body's weight over her shoulders.
"Sherlock?"she gently shook him and kneeled down to the floor with him.
"Sherlock?! Look at me! Sherlock open your eyes!" she shouted in worry. He was passed out. She saw the blood, floating from the bandages.
"Oh my God!"she said under her breath, in panic.
"Nathaniel! Lucia!"she shouted and hugged him tightly.
                        ***
It was a dreary day in London. It had been raining for at least three days, without ceasing. The sky still hadn't welcomed the sun yet because of the black clouds. It was expected that the rain wouldn't stop till the next week.
He sat on his chair, reading the newspaper's headline. "Explosion in Millstone Manor"
He smiled when he read the part that was annoucing the missing dedective.
"She has done her job."another man said, walking into the airy room. He was wearing a casual suit.
"I'm not sure about it."he said, throwing the newspaper. The other man sat down to the one of the armchairs, placed in the room.
"Why?"he asked, as he was looking at the large book collection in the room.
"I don't trust her."he said, taking a glass and filling it with a whisky.
"But she is good."the other man said, doing the same.
"She is far too much clever. I can not control her easily. I had to find her weak spot."

"Did you find it?"the other man asked, standing up and walking towards the large book shelves.

"Oh yes. It did take me long but I found it eventually. Such a sentimental woman!"he said with a delight.

"Good. I knew he would be a weakness to her. But that's not a problem. She is fascinating and he is easy to deceive. They made a good couple." The other man said, grabbing Leviathan, from the shelf.

"But what if he's dead? Then, she will turn against us."he said, sipping his drink.

"She won't. She is not that dumb. She is clever and she knows who she is playing with. If she turns against us, than we will punish her."the other man said in a dark tone.

"We need her."he stated.

"I suggest you to be quick then. Take it, then kill her. If he is alive, kill him too. Simple, brother dear."he smiled at him and with that, he put the glass on the table, took the glass amd left the room.
                         ***
"Good morning!"he heard a voice when he woke up. A familiar voice.
He slowly opened his eyes to see a middle-aged familiar woman looking at him.
She quickly checked his vitals and grabbed some medicine from the table next to the bed. She took the glass and gave the pills to him. He hesitated.
"Take this, it's for the pain."she said softly. He took the pills and swallowed them with the water.
"How are you feeling?"she asked, taking the empty glass and putting it back on the table.
"I'd lie to you if I say good."he said slowly. His voice was tired like himself.
"Well, that's normal. You were in the middle of an explosion. I must say you were really lucky."
"Yes, lucky."he said sarcastically. He was trying to remember her. Her face was so familiar. He could swear he had seen her before.
"Who are you?"he asked, trying to sit up but she stopped him. She put another pillow under his head to make him straighten a bit.
"I'm your doctor."she said.
"No, you are not."he said confidently. She looked at him with a smirk.
"That's right! You were clever. Does that mean I can not fool you?"she asked playfully.
"Not at all."he said, smiling gently at her. He liked her.
"We've never met Mr.Holmes but you've seen me four days ago"she said. Then, the penny dropped.
"The conductor!"he suddenly said.
"Correct!"she replied, smiling.
"I was a doctor initially but then, I decided to study music. I was a good doctor though. I could've been a famous neurosurgeon but you know, I was young and I needed an advanture."
He nodded.
"I see. Where is she?"he asked after a brief silence. She smirked again.
"Working."
"Working?"he asked in disbelief.
"Composing."she said and Sherlock nodded. "She is a composer. A very talented one."
"Oh, I thought she was a thief."
"Well, she has more than one job."
The door opened and she came in.
"Is he alive?"she said sarcastically,  walking towards the bed. She wasn't wearing her mask. Sherlock looked surprised to see her unmaksed.
"She trusts you."the elder woman whispered to him them stood up.
"Surprisingly he is. And he is recovering very fast."she explained.
"Tell Nathaniel to go there and meet them."younger woman quickly said to the elder one. The elder one nodded then, left the room.
She walked towards his bed and sat down next to him.
"Are you alright?"she asked with a slight worry when she saw him grimace.
"Yes, it's ok."he said, looking at her. She lowered her eyes.
Within this brief silence, he observed the spectacular bedroom once again. It was really large. There were three enormous paintings in pre-raphaelites style, hanging on the walls. There were two doors, one of them probably for the bathroom and the other one was for the dressing room, he presumed. All the furniture was in Victorian style. The black, brown and red theme in the room was surprisingly made him feel peaceful.
"You took off your mask."he said, breaking the silence.
"Didn't you want me to take it off?"she asked looking back at him. Everytime when she looked at him, she would always feel something different in her stomach.
"Was that because you trusted me?"he asked again. She didn't say anything. But he understood.
"Listen to me. I have to trust you too, otherwise I can not help you. I don't even know your name."he said.
"No, you know."she insisted.
"Wilhelmina is dead. I want to know the name of her ghost."
She looked at him and for the first time, she sincerely smiled.
"Just a month ago, you were trying to arrest me, you were cursing me because I was fooling you. But now, you want to help me. Isn't it ironic?"
"Yeah, ironic."he responded. "But you came to me in the first place, as a client, with quite an interesting case. How could I refuse you?"
She smiled again, brushing his curls, gently and making him uncomfortable.
"I see. Yet, you still don't trust me."she said.
"It's hard to see your true intentions. You are confusing."he murmured.
"Oh, am I?"
Both, looked deep into their eyes.
"But you are still a criminal."he said, breaking the silence once again.
"And you are a dedective, helping a criminal."she said, deridingly.
"Why did you kiss me?"he suddenly asked. "First you kissed me, then blew me up and then you kissed me again. What's your true intention?"
With his words, she stood up, turned to the window, watching the heavy rain.
"Can't you see the obvious?"se said, solemnly.
"The obvious?"
She didn't reply, instead she continued to look outside.
"Regan Westenra."she said, after an uncomfortable silence.
"What is it?"he asked, confused.
"The name of her ghost."she said and turned to see him sat up. "Do you trust me now?"