Later that night, John took Alex and Sherlock to his place. He felt that they would be safer there. Sherlock still couldn't remember a thing. He couldn't even remember John. He looked at the ring on his finger. 

Wedding ring. He thought. He looked at Alex's hand. She had a ring too. Her wedding ring. Definitely my wife.

"Um, ma'am-" Sherlock started.

"Alex, call me Alex." Alex said.

"Right. Alex, I don't doubt you're my wife. I just can't remember you." Sherlock said. "I'm sorry."

"It isn't your fault." Alex sighed. 

"So...this is my daughter?" Sherlock asked, looking at the baby Alex was holding. She was asleep. 

"Yeah. Her name is Vanessa Mary Holmes." Alex smiled.

"So, who did that to me?" Sherlock tilted his head.

"One of Moriarty's assassins." Alex said.

"Who's Moriarty?" Sherlock asked.

"You don't remember anything?" Alex said. 

"Nothing. Except my name and some other stuff." Sherlock said.

"Give me all the names of people you remember." Alex said.

"My mom, my dad, Mycroft, Lestrade, Sally, Anderson...Redbeard...Molly...um...that's it." Sherlock said. "Sorry."

"It seriously isn't your fault." Alex said. "I'm so tired..."

"Well, you did just give birth." John said. "When you get home, I'll take care of the baby while you go to sleep."

"John, you can just take me back to Baker Street." Alex said.

"Baker Street..." Sherlock repeated. "That sounds familiar."

"It does?" Alex asked hopefully.

"Yeah...Something to do with the letter 'b' and the number two." Sherlock said.

"Try to remember! Just try!" Alex said.

"Okay..." Sherlock said. He put his hands on the sides of his head. "2...1, wait no! 221B Baker Street!"

"Yes! That's where we live!" Alex nodded. She almost started crying tears of joy. "What's coming back?"

"Just the flat..some chairs...a skull...the landlady...Mrs. Houson?" Sherlock said.

"Mrs. Hudson." Alex corrected.

"Hudson, right." Sherlock nodded.

When they got to John's house, John walked them in. It was early in the morning. Mary was awake and feeding Lexi. Alex smiled tiredly at Mary. John explained everything to her.

"Oh my gosh." Mary said, when John was finished explaining. "Sherlock, do you not remember me either?" 

"No." Sherlock shook his head. "Sorry." 

"Alex, lay down and get some rest." John said. "I'll take care of your daughter for now."

"What's her name?" Mary asked as Alex laid down on the couch.

"Vanessa Mary Holmes." Alex said, yawning. "Sherlo-never mind."

"What is it?" Sherlock asked.

"Nothing."  Alex said.

"No, seriously, what is it?" Sherlock asked.

"I was going to ask you to come here and hold me, but you don't remember me." Alex said. Sherlock sighed.

"Well, like I said before, I know you're not lying. I'm assuming I made some vows to take care of you, so I'm going to have to follow those vows." Sherlock said. He got up an walked over to the couch. "Scooch over."

Alex moved over weakly. Sherlock wrapped his arms around her rather uncomfortably. Alex knew this wasn't her Sherlock. This was the Sherlock she had first met, the man who was an inconsiderate jerk. Alex sighed. She wanted her Sherlock back.

"Sherlock? Are you sure you don't remember anything about me?" She asked.

"You seem very familiar, Allison." Sherlock said.

"Alex." Alex corrected. 

"Yes, sorry. You seem very familiar, Alex. I'm trying to remember as hard as I can." Sherlock said. "What was that other man's name again?"

"John." Alex said.

"He seems very familiar too." Sherlock said. "So does that other woman, the blonde one."

"Mary." Alex whispered.

"Yeah." Sherlock nodded.

"What can you deduce about me?" Alex asked.

"You're weak. You need food and rest. You're also scared, probably about what happened tonight and that I won't come back to you. You've also got a dog, an Irish Setter judging by the red fur on your coat." Sherlock said. "We're definitely married, judging by the rings on our fingers. And that's probably my daughter."

"Please try to remember." Alex whispered.

"I will." Sherlock said, brushing some of her hair out of her face. "You need sleep, so sleep."

Alex rested her head on Sherlock's chest. He didn't really know what to do except hold her. He was able to tell that after a few minutes that she was asleep. Sherlock rested his chin on top of her head. He was tired too, but he needed to try and remember. It was frustrating for him. In place of several years of his life was a blank, black space. He could remember little bits and pieces, like his flat, but nothing else. He needed to remember something, anything about this woman. He closed his eyes and fought the remember. Something suddenly came to him.

Sherlock was standing in the living room of 221B Baker Street. An American man had Alex tied up in a chair and was holding a gun to her head. He seemed to be the leader of the other two who were there. Sherlock was angrier than he'd ever been and he felt that he needed to protect Alex. He was holding her hand. There was a red mark on her wrist. She held his hand tightly.

"We're even asking this one, and she doesn't seem to know anything." The leader said. "You know what I'm asking for, don't you, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock looked the rest of Alex over. There was a tear on the shoulder of her sweater and she was bleeding a little. There was another cut on her cheek, which was also bleeding. Sherlock looked at the man's ring, which had blood on it. Sherlock felt anger bubble up inside of him. He deduced where all the man's major organs were.

"I believe I do." Sherlock said. He let go of Alex's hand. He backed up a little. "Best get rid of your boys."

"Why?" The leader asked.

"I dislike being outnumbered, it makes for too much stupid in the room." Sherlock said. In spite of herself, Alex chuckled.

"You two, go to the car." The leader said.

"And get into the car and drive away." Sherlocks said. "Don't try to trick me, you know who I am, it doesn't work." 

The two other CIA agents left the flat. Sherlock nodded to the gun.

"Next, you can stop pointing that gun at me." He said. 

"Why, so you can point a gun at me?" The man said.

"I'm unarmed." Sherlock said, holding out his arms.

"Mind if I check?" The man asked.

"Oh, I insist." Sherlock said. 

The man stepped away from Alex. The man checked Sherlock coat. As he went behind Sherlock, Sherlock rolled his eyes at Alex. Sherlock took a bottle of pepper spray out of his pocket and sprayed it in the man's eyes. The man screamed and Sherlock hit him on the head with his forehead. The man fell to the ground, unconcious. Sherlock went over to Alex and got on his knees. He cupped her face in his hands.

"Moron." He said, nodding to the man. 

"Thank you." Alex said, tears pouring down her face. She hugged him tightly. Sherlock rubbed her back.

"It's all right now." He said. "It's okay." 

The memory ended here. Sherlock was confused. He had attacked an American CIA agent for Alex? He must have really cared about her. He shook her awake.

"Alex! Alex!" He said. Alex's eyes opened. 

"What is it, dear?" She asked. All the memories flooded back to her. "Oh...sorry I called you that."

"It's fine. I was able to remember something about you!" Sherlock said excitedly.

"Really? What?" Alex asked.

"It was when I attacked a CIA agent for you." Sherlock said.

"I remember that." Alex chuckled. "Where did it end?"

"Right after I knocked him out." Sherlock said.

"Do you want to know what you did after that?" Alex asked.

"What?" Sherlock asked. 

"You threw him out a window. You told John you were restoring balance to the universe." Alex laughed. Sherlock laughed too.

"I really did that?" Sherlock asked. 

"Yeah." Alex nodded. She snuggled closer to Sherlock. 

"Woah, okay." Sherlock said as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. He relaxed into her embrace. It felt...right. "Go back to sleep. Sorry I woke you." 

"It's perfectly fine." Alex whispered as she drifted off. Sherlock still stayed awake. He needed to remember something about John now. He tried as hard as he could, until something came to him.

Sherlock was sitting in an ambulence, but he didn't seem hurt. A man walked up to him and put a blanket around him.

"They keep putting this blanket around me." He said to Lestrade.

"Yeah, it's for shock." Lestrade said.

"I'm not in shock." Sherlock scoffed.

"Yeah, but some of the guys want to take photographs." Lestrade said. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"So the shooter, no sign?" He asked.

"Cleared off before we got here." Lestrade said. "But a guy like that would have enemies, I suppose. One of them could have been following him. But we've got nothing to go on."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that." Sherlock said.

"Okay, give me." Lestrade said.

"The bullet they just dug out of the wall is from a handgun. A killshot over that distance from that kind of weapon, that's a crack shot we're looking for." Sherlock said. "But not just a marksman, a fighter. His hands couldn't have shaken at all, so clearly he's adapted to violence. He didn't fire until I was in immediate danger, though, so strong moral principle. You're looking for a man with a history of military service, nerves of steel..." Sherlock's voice trailed off as he looked at John. All the pieces were coming together for him. He turned back to Lestrade. "Actually, you know what? Ignore me."

"Sorry?" Lestrade said.

"Ignore all of that." Sherlock said, beginning to walk away. "It's just the, uh...the shock talking." 

"Where are you going?"  Lestrade asked.

"I just need to talk about the man." Sherlock said.

"I've still got questions!" Lestrade said.

"Oh, what now? I'm in shock! Look, I've got a blanket!" Sherlock said, holding the blanket up.

"Sherlock!" Lestrade said.

"And I've just caught you a serial killer!" Sherlock said. "More or less."

"Okay, we'll pull you in tomorrow." Lestrade said. "Off you go."

Sherlock walked away, shrugging the blanket off. He threw it in the open window of a police car and ducked under the police tape. He walked up to John.

"Sergeant Donovan's been explaining everything." John said. "Two pills. Dreadful, isn't it? Dreadful."

"Good shot." Sherlock said.

"Yes, yes, must have been through that window." John said, pointing.

"Well, you'd know." Sherlock said. "Did you get the powder burns out of your finger? I don't suppose you'd serve time for this, but let's avoid the court case." John cleared his throat. "You alright?"

"Yes, of course I'm alright." John nodded.

"Well, you have just killed a man." Sherlock said.

"Yeah." John nodded. "That's true. But, he wasn't a very nice man."

"No, no, he wasn't really, was he?" Sherlock agreed.

"And, frankly, a bloody awful cabbie." John said. Sherlock chuckled.

"That's true, he was a bad cabbie. You should have seen the route he took us to get here." He said. John started laughing.

"Stop it, we can't giggle, it's a crime scene!" John said.

"You're the one who shot him, don't blame me!" Sherlock said.

The memory ended here. Sherlock opened his eyes. He had been asleep when the memory had come back. Alex was still asleep, so Sherlock didn't want to wake her. John was sitting in the room. Sherlock turned carefully to face him.

"I was able to remember something about you." He whispered.

"Really? What was it?" John asked.

"It was after you shot and killed a cabbie." Sherlock said. John chuckled.

"I remember that. That was our first case together." He said.

"Well, good times, I guess." Sherlock said. "How's my daughter?"

"She's just fine." John said. "She's probably hungry though. Like her mother."

"Should I wake her up?" Sherlock asked, gesturing to Alex.

"No, let her sleep." John said. "She's going to need it."

"Okay." Sherlock said. 

"Keep her warm, too." John said.

"All right." Sherlock nodded. He held Alex a little closer. She relaxed in his arms and smiled faintly in her sleep. "When do you think she'll wake up?"

"If it had been a normal birth, she would have probably woken up by now. But, considering the fact she kicked an assassin across a hospital room, gave birth, and walked to a car I don't think she'll be getting up for a long time." John said. "She seems fine though. I think she'll eat a lot today. She might be on edge because of what happened to you."

"I'd be fed up too if I was in her shoes." Sherlock sighed. "I'm already fed up that I can't remember who any of you are."

"I would be too." John said. "It sounds annoying."

"It is, believe me." Sherlock said. 

Finally, several hours later, Alex woke up. She smiled at Sherlock, until she remembered what had happened. Her smile faded. She got up and went in the kitchen to get something to eat. Sherlock followed her, making sure she was okay. Alex felt kind of bad about raiding her brother's fridge, so she only took a small meal. Sherlock tilted his head.

"You sure that's going to fill you up?" He asked.

"Yeah." Alex nodded.

"Okay..." Sherlock said. 

Alex ate her small lunch and when she finished, she was still hungry, but she ignored it. She hated eating other people's food. She went and flopped back down on the couch. John brought Vansessa over to her and Alex held her carefully. John got her some formula to feed her. Sherlock watched, somewhat intrigued. Alex watched him for a moment before turning back to her daughter. Sherlock tilted his head and leaned down. Alex smiled. Vanessa reached up and poked Sherlock in the eye. Sherlock was able to shut his eye before it happened, though. Alex laughed. Vanessa then reached up and grabbed Sherlock's hair. Sherlock winced, but leaned down regardless.  Both of them were grinning like idiots. Alex almost felt like things were normal for her, but they weren't. She needed Sherlock's memories to come back. She needed her Sherlock back.