Normal POV
It doesn't really matter does it. It came with the job. He knew it did. They knew it did. All of them knew. But they just didn't know who was the victim in this scenario. Them or them.

Sophie turned her head to Zidavouline who refused to even look at the cardboard boxes on the floor, filled to the brim with papers and books, all addressed to the three of them. She could see crystal coloured tears flowing from her eyes, wetting the oversized leather jacket she had hastily wrapped up around herself before they left their shared home. She was crying. And if Zidavouline was crying that was never good. Sophie pressed a hand to her own damp cheek but immediately felt worse for Agatha who was sobbing in a heap on the floor. Her unruly black hair was greasier than usual and they were wet with sweat that had collected during her breakdown. The other police officers didn't disturb them. They left the room to let them deal with the pain. Zidavouline was sure she heard Chaddick say something about letting them stay overnight if they wanted to. No one could blame them. And no one did. What would you do if you were told that the love of your life had gone missing during a bashful riot against the police department?

Zidavouline POV
I didn't look. I didn't want to. Maybe it will dampen the pain. But I know it wouldn't. It'll just kill me more. I had about enough. If I'm going to mourn I'm not gonna do it in this musty, gloomy room. I picked up the box with my name on it, scribbled in sharp doctors handwriting. I nudged Agatha with my boot and when she looked up I threw my head to the side. "Let's go," I said in a hoarse whisper. It sounded terrible in my ears and I began to wonder why Hort always insisted on hearing me croak out the words of a made up story every night. Hort, I want you back.

Sophie POV
"Let's go," Zidavouline whispered in a harsh whisper. It sounded like someone had grated her throat with sand paper. I saw Agatha get up and take up her box in her arms. I sighed and held onto the sides of mine. I pulled it up and we began to trudge through the station. Chaddick gave us a look of pity as we walked past but no words were exchanged. There's nothing to say. Zidavouline clicked at the button on the car keys and lifted the cover of the baggage compartment. She gently placed her box in before helping Agatha and me put in ours. We stepped into the old mustang and Zidavouline revved off. Rafal I need you back.

Agatha POV
It was that scenery. Or maybe it was something else. Whatever it is it made me cry even more. Maybe it was the fact that I could still feel his warm tan hands on mine and I could still feel his breath on my ear. I'm being ridiculous. I know. I've been alone before. It'll be fine. I'll move on but I know I will never ever love again. Because there just wasn't anyone out there that was like Tedros. No one. No one could replace him. And no one would ever come close. I'm no longer a princess because only Tedros ever calls me that. And now he's gone. Tedros please come back.

Normal POV
When they had finally reached the penthouse not a word was spared. Zidavouline was cradling herself as she sat on the cushioned mahogany cupboard directly under the window in her room, Sophie sat dejectedly on her bed as she hugged a pillow to her chest and Agatha was gripping the handrests of the sofa so hard she felt her nails plunge into the thin leather.

Sophie pushed herself up and walked towards her drawer. She slid open the first one and took out the small thin stick. She stared at the positive pregnancy test in her hands and felt the tears flow again. She haven't even told him. She only found out yesterday but let me tell you this she would've rushed to hand it to Rafal if she had known this was going to happen. She sobbed but stopped abruptly when she heard someone sobbing with her. No that wasn't sobbing that was puking. Sophie stepped out of her room and walked down the corridor towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. She tentatively opened it, to see it was empty. When the noises began again she realized it was coming from inside Zidavouline's room. But why? She was supposed to be crying not barfing.

Sophie pushed the door open and tip toed over to the small door and peeked in. There on the floor was Zidavouline leaning against the tub with puffy and tired eyes. The room didn't reek of anything which was odd. Sophie stepped in and sat down next to her. "What was that?," Sophie asked gently. "I threw up," Zidavouline replied sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. Sophie frowned but pushed the subject still. "What came out?," Sophie asked. "Water," Zidavouline croaked. That's why the room didn't reek. "Why'd you throw up?," Sophie pushed. Zidavouline growled before pointing to a stick identical with the one Sophie had in her pocket. 'Great. Just great,' Sophie thought bitterly, she had hated Teddy for leaving her with his pregnant wife in the first place but now every bloody woman in the house is pregnant.

Zidavouline noticed the test in Sophie's jean pocket and groaned. "I can barely handle a pregnant Agatha. Now you to," she moaned. Sophie glared at her in response and shoved her in the arm. Agatha walked into the bathroom and raised a brow. "Are you guys okay?," she asked quietly, so unlike Agatha. Zidavouline threw her test at Agatha's feet, hanging her head. Sophie held up hers. "What are we going to do?," Agatha sobbed, falling to her knees. Sophie wrapped her arms around her sister and looked at Zidavouline for an answer. "Hope. We haven't got anything else. Let's just continue life. That's what they would've wanted us to do," she replied, her red eyes flashing with agony as if it tore her to speak those words. She rubbed a hand at her lips, her chest, dragging her fingers to her stomach. "It hurt so much. I just wanted to check if I was really bleeding," Zidavouline whispered, holding a hand to her heart. Somehow Sophie and Agatha found themselves repeating her small actions throughout the months to come.

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Those were the last words exchanged in between the trio for the next month. Nothing else except the regular yes or no questions regarding general subjects. So here they were doing their now regular Saturday routine of moping around the house with a mug filled with coffee, tea or warm milk while the other cradled a book, phone or IPad.

Sophie scrolled through the comments left on her Instagram feed, sighing at each of her fans questions about where were her regular posts taking occasional sips of coffee. Zidavouline sat at the dining table, typing away at her Macbook, her mug of strawberry tea standing at attention. Agatha sat on the balcony reading her book and throwing all their letters into the wind after scratching out the names, addresses and phone number after reading them. She didn't even bat an eyelash as she tipped over her glass of milk over a stack of extravagant letters covered in the same over dramatic penmanship, all from Beatrix. She kicked the milk stained stained letters off the the coffee table, sending them tumbling into the trash. "Sophie it's your turn to-," Zidavouline sighed before stopping, her eyes widening.

She clicked at her keyboard and her jaw dropped. Her eyes scanned over the hastily written e-mail and she screamed in shock and delight. Sophie jolted from her position, knocking her drink into the pile of magazines on the table. She jabbed her phone into the pocket of her jeans, lunged for Agatha before dragging her to the dining table. There over the white background of the mail were the typed words that could send them into the hyperdrive.

From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]

Hey,I hope you ain't busy. Cause we found 'em. They're here in Saint Lesso hospital. Nothing's wrong don't worry you're heads. Just come quickly. They have some words for you:

Tedros:
Agatha, my princess. I'm coming home.
Rafal:
Are you still alive Sophie? Did you notice I'm gone. I hoped not. I'll see you soon my queen.
Hort:
Hi, my flower. I'm back and I've hoped you've missed me.

Hurry up

The message ended there. Zidavouline shoved Sophie and Agatha out of the way and hastily pulled on a pair of black sweatpants over the red wool sweater she had on. Sophie gasped and ran into her room. She threw open her cabinet and pulled out her boots. Agatha tripped over the chairs as she tried to get on her scarf and hat. The girls shoved and pushed at each other in an unladylike fashion. They all clambered into the car, shouting profound words at each other, telling everyone else to hurry. It all got so tangled that Sophie ended up in the driver side front seat, Agatha smushed against the cushions of the back seat and Zidavouline next to her.

"Sophie! You can't drive! Get out off my seat!," she screamed. Zidavouline climbed across the front, kicked Sophie to the back and revved the car. She zip lined out of the garage and into the street.

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The trip to Lesso Hospital would usually last 45 minutes but not for Zidavouline. They clambered into the hospital waiting room and began to bully the nurse at the information center for the police department's private wing location. Blustered, the nurse just handed them a schematic of the place and sighed in relief when the three girls nearly flew up the staircases, not bothering to wait for the elevator.

They ran into the place and scrambled over to the only occupied beds. Zidavouline launched onto Hort, back planting him to the mattress. Sophie tackled Rafal, sending them tumbling backwards. Agatha sobbed in Tedros's arms clinging onto him. "You came here earlier than I thought possible," Chaddick muttered. "Car," Zidavouline mumbled against Hort's shoulder. "You drove like a mad woman then?," Nicholas asked, turning a corner. "How 'bout we all grab a coffee then we can catch up," Rafal suggested. "Tea for me," Hort chimed in, still rubbing Zidavouline's back. "Zidavouline,? Sophie? Agatha? You want anything?," Chaddick asked. "Not anymore. You're back what else is needed," the girls replied, still clinging onto their boys.