After everyone went home Sherlock couldnt sleep. He spent most of the night pacing the room trying to think of ways to get his wife back from Moriartys network. He sat down on his chair and closed his eyes to enter his mind palace.

Walking round the corridors of his mind palace he entered a room that he hasnt been in for a long time. Inside was all his memories of Louise. He picked up a photo album and flicked through the pages. Louise always loved taking photos at every opportunity.

Opening his eyes he walked over to his bookcase he reached for the photo album on the top shelf and started flicking through the pages till he found the one he was looking for.

Just then he heard someone shuffle sleepily into the living room, raising his head he saw Luna.

"I had a bad dream" she said as she walked over to her dad climbing on his lap. Sherlock wrapped his arms around his young daughter comforting her Luna then saw the photo album "when was this picture taken?" She asked with curiosity.

Sherlock smiled "this was mommy and daddys wedding day" he replied with a smile remembering as of it only happened yesterday.

Flashback

Sherlock stood at the front of the church looking nervous. "Are you ok brother?" Mycroft had asked standing beside him. Sherlock merely nodded abd went to look back to the front of the church. Siddenly the mu
sic started and the doors opened Mycroft nudged his brother "no going back now" he whispered and encouraged his brother to look behind him.

Sherlock turned and saw Louise in a lace wedding dress walking down the isle. The sight of her made time stand still as she seemed to glide elegantly down the isle and in that moment Sherlocks nerves melted away and he knew that this woman was the only one for him.

Flashback end

"Will she ever come home?" Luna asked with wide eyes.

"I already promised i will bring her home and i never break my promises." He picked Luna up and carried her to the bedroom to tuck her back up in bed. "Niw get some sleep we got a big day tommorow."

Back in the living room sherlock settled down on his chaor and closed his eyes. The memory of Louise invading his mind palace once again. Then the scene changed, Moriarty appeared grabbing her around the chest pinning her arms to her sodes holding a knif le to her throat "its no use Sherlock, you can never get rid of me, I survived just like you."

"How did you survive? You shot your brains out". Fear gripped Sherlock as the knife grew closer to Louises throat.

"You already know" he let out a cold shrill laugh "Two word Sherlock Amelia Ricoletti".

Sherlock woke with a start, cold sweat pouring down his face, he looked round the room and saw a startled Mrs Hudson holding a tea tray. "Are you alright dear?" She asked with concern in her voice.

"Yes Mrs Hudson im perfectly fine. Thankyou for your concern" he picked up his cup of tea and took a sip of the hot liquid waiting for the game to start.