Ella entered the dungeons underneath the Lannister home, and she lit the torch. There she saw Jorah Mormont chained down to the chair, unconscious or sleeping. She nudged the man, but he didn't wake. She shook him hard, and the man jumped awake. He looked up to see Ella there with a plate of food. She threw it at the man's lap. "Thank you-"
"Shut up," Ella growled glaring at the man before her, the man who was destroying her life. She brought a chair and sat in front of Jorah, and he watched her. "Why my father? Why did you choose him? He was a good man."
"He was the most favored child."
"Why not Aunt Cirsei?"
"Jaime Lannister was the most favored child."
"You don't understand what you took away from my life, do you?"
"I know how it feels to lose a father."
"You lost your father because he turned his back on you for being a betrayer. I lost my father because you took his life away."
"Kill me. Just kill me now."
"I'm not an executioner."
"Oh, everyone is on the inside. You see, all it takes is a little push to drive someone off the edge." Ella was enraged at the way Jorah was talking to her, and she wanted to hurt him so badly. It took every inch of her to walk away from the sneering man. Ella stepped out of the dungeons and jumped seeing Ramsay Bolton there with a disgusting smile on his face.
"What are you doing here, Bolton?"
"Didn't you hear? I go wherever madness goes." He smirked seeing Ella completely ignore him. "Do you ever wonder why I use knives?"
"I'm not asking you how you do your job, Bolton. Just do your goddamn job and we'll pay you."
"Don't talk like them. Don't talk like your hands aren't on this one. You want to hurt Jorah Mormont, maybe even kill him. After all, he was the man who murdered your father and got away with it." Ella glared at Ramsay walking around her as if he was the devil trying to tempt her. "You see, you don't realize it yet but you're just a freak. Like me," he laughed hoarsely.
"Speak to me one more time and I will hire Jorah Mormont to kill you," Ella threatened. Ramsay smirked and knew he got to Ella, so he walked into the dungeon by himself to continue his torture on Jorah.
Ella and Sherlock were in Speedy's together, and she was force-feeding Sherlock after spooning it out of him that he hadn't eaten for 2 days. He was talking about his visit to Minsk to consult an alleged murderer who claimed that he killed his girlfriend by accident. "What was more troublesome was his lack of educational grammar."
"His grammar bothered you more than his crime?" Ella asked with surprise.
"He said, 'I weren't a real man', and, 'he learned us'. It was completely infuriating listening to this man speaking."
"Oh Sherlock, thank goodness you didn't become a psychiatrist," Ella chuckled lightly, used to Sherlock's sociopathic ways. "Do you have any other cases?"
"No. I'm just bored all day long. I try running experiments, I tried finding something fun to do but I just find myself bored out of my mind. Are you sure you can't meet with me tonight either?"
"I can't, Sherlock. My hands are tied on this one."
"Still dealing with Jorah Mormont?"
"I'm afraid so. But we will be able to go out soon. I promise." Ella glanced out to the glass mirrors and saw Jon Stark there. She smiled and Sherlock bid Ella goodbye, knowing it was best to excuse himself before being asked to leave. Sherlock and Jon walked past each other, and Jon recognized Sherlock as the man who Ariel was madly infatuated over. Jon took Sherlock's seat and smiled seeing Ella again.
"You look beautiful as always, Ella."
"And you're pretty as always." The two laughed lightly. "How have you been, Jon? I'm sorry I couldn't speak to you more at my grandfather's birthday part."
"I understand you were busy. I'm doing alright as usual. You've heard about Robb's wedding?"
"Yes, I have."
"Are you attending?"
"No, I don't think I can."
"Understandable...I can't attend either. I'm being shipped off to Afghanistan next week."
"What?! And you're telling me this now?!"
"I didn't want you to try to convince me not to go because I know I would've listened to you."
"I don't believe I have a place in the family business. Never caught my interest, you know. It was my decision to leave." Ella was quiet, upset at Jon's decision but she knew there was nothing she could do. "I just wanted to say goodbye before I left."
"Be safe, Jon. I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you, too. Stay strong."
"You too. I'll see you when you get back." Jon nodded and the two hugged each other tightly. Ella kissed Jon on the cheek and watched him walk away with a heavy heart, sad to say goodbye to his dear friend.
Ella noticed John at the grocery and she snuck up behind him. "Boo!" she shouted loudly behind John. He jumped and screamed from fright, and he turned around to see Ella laughing and clutching onto her stomach.
"You should've seen the look on your face, John. It was priceless," Ella laughed. "Going to make dinner tonight?"
"No, just some groceries for our hungry refrigerator. I'm meeting Aurora tonight." Ella nodded. "Are you going out with Sherlock tonight?"
"No, I've got some matters to attend to later tonight." John nodded awkwardly. "Well, I'll stop bothering you-"
"No, no you weren't bothering me. Do you, uh, want to do the shopping together? I don't know whether I should buy the cod or the mackerel." Ella smiled and she and John did their grocery shopping together. "Ella?"
"I...just want to apologize for my behavior at your grandfather's birthday party. I know it was days ago but...but I just wanted to defend Aurora. I brought her into that mess, and I wanted to stand up for her."
"There's no need to apologize, John. You did what any man should for their woman." John smiled, thankful that Ella was understanding. The two finished their shopping and they went back to their flat on Baker Street. Ella and John were both startled when they heard multiple gun shots coming from John's flat.
"Sherlock!" They both shouted with worry as they ran upstairs. John quickly put the key in and burst through the door seeing Sherlock shooting the wall as he was jumping on the couch. "Sherlock!" They both shouted angrily at Sherlock seeing what he was doing.
"What the hell are you doing?!" John shouted.
"Bored," Sherlock responded with another gun shot to the wall. He was surprised seeing Ella there but that didn't stop him from what he was doing.
"Bored?" Ella asked in shock.
"Bored!" Sherlock shot the wall again. "Bored! I don't know what's gotten into the criminal classes, good job I'm not one of them."
"So you take it out on the wall?" John asked in disbelief.
"Oh, the wall had it coming." Sherlock plopped onto the couch, gun still in his hand. Ella walked up to Sherlock and grabbed the gun from him, putting it aside.
"Is that a head?" John asked looking into his fridge.
"Just tea for me, thanks," Sherlock responded. "And for you?" he asked to Ella.
"No, there's a head in the fridge." Ella couldn't believe it and she went to the fridge to look at it herself.
"A bloody head!" Ella saw the head in the fridge and moaned in horror.
"Well where else was I supposed to put it? You don't mind, do you? Got it from Bart's morgue. I'm measuring the coagulation of saliva after death."
"Is that my laptop you're typing on?" John asked in disbelief seeing Sherlock typing on his computer. "How did you even get the password?"
"Oh, it wasn't that difficult, John. Really you should think of a better password than to put the name of your lover. By the by, I see you've written up the taxi driver case."
"Uh, yes," John answered rather awkwardly.
"'A Study in Pink.' Nice."
"Well, you know. A pink lady, pink case, pink phone. There was a lot of pink. Did you like it?"
"Um...no," Sherlock flatly stated.
"Why not? I thought you'd be flattered."
"Flattered? 'Sherlock sees through everyone and everything in seconds. What's incredible though is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things.'"
"Did you really write that, John?" Ella asked. "Did you really write such disrespectful things about Sherlock?" Ella raised an eyebrow and put on a front, and only Sherlock knew Ella was joking. He actually smiled to himself, happy that Ella was standing up for him even when it was about the most stupid thing.
"Now hang on a minute. I didn't mean that in a-"
"Oh! So you meant 'spectacularly ignorant' in a nice way," Ella answered sarcastically.
"Goodness, John! Do I still intimidate you? Relax!" Ella plopped onto the couch next to Sherlock and the two laughed together. "It obviously doesn't matter to Sherlock who the Prime Minister is or who's sleeping with who-"
"Or whether the Earth goes around the sun," John finished.
"Oh god, that again," Sherlock groaned. "It's not important!"
"Sherlock," Ella said in shock, "you don't know that the sun goes around the Earth?"
"You mean...the Earth goes around the sun?" John asked.
"Yes, whatever," Ella dismissed John's comment.
"You see what I'm saying? It's not important," Sherlock claimed.
"Not important?" John asked with a faint smile seeing Sherlock being put on the spot. "It's primary school stuff. How can you not know that?"
"Well if I ever did, I deleted it."
"Deleted it?" John and Ella asked.
"This is my hard drive," Sherlock said pointing to his head, "and it only makes sense to put things in there that are useful, really useful. Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish. And that makes it hard to get at the stuff that matters. Do you see?"
"But it's the solar system," John refuted.
"Oh! How and what does that matter? So we go 'round the sun. If we went 'round the moon or round and round the garden like a teddy bear it wouldn't make a difference. All that matters to me is the work. Without that my brain rots. Put that in your blog. Or better still, stop inflicting your opinions on the world."
"Oh Sherlock!" Ella said gently hitting him on the arm at his mean comment. John was used to Sherlock's comments and boiled himself a cup of tea when a knock came on the door. Mrs. Hudson poked her head in and the 3 greeted the jolly old lady.
"I heard a commotion up here. You two had a little domestic?" Mrs. Hudon asked walking into the flat.
Sherlock sighed and hopped to the window looking out at the street. "Look at that, Mrs. Hudson. Quiet, calm, peaceful. Isn't it hateful?"
"Oh, I'm sure something will turn up, Sherlock. A nice murder. That'll cheer you up."
"Can't come too soon."
"Hey!" Mrs. Hudson shouted when she noticed the wall. "What have you done to my bloody wall?!" Sherlock admired his artwork, and Ella smiled seeing his expression. "I'm putting this on your rent, young man."
"Well, I'd better get going," John said grabbing his coat.
"Dinner with Aurora?" Ella asked.
"And spending the night. Make sure he doesn't hurt himself," John said referring to Sherlock. Ella and Mrs. Hudson bid John goodbye, and Ella got up to leave too.
"Already?" Sherlock asked a bit disappointed.
"I'll visit tomorrow." Ella gave a light kiss on Sherlock's cheek and walked out of the flat, grabbing a taxi to head to the Lannister house.