AUTHOR'S NOTE: the story follows three different threads (alternating from one to another). to differenciate:

- REGULAR TYPO : current time, starting after John's wedding

- ITALIC TYPO: chapters about the prisonner, from his point of view (current time, not Sherlock's world)

- BOLD TYPO: past time, Sherlock and Enaya/Mia's first meeting and first case.

ENJOY!


Sherlock left early at John's wedding. Weddings were definitely not his thing. Around midnight, he hence came back to Baker Street. When he reached the apartment, he noticed the door wasn't locked. Having locked it himself, it meant it had been forced. However, he could help himself to feel somehow... appreciative to the burglar : there was no sign of a tool being used. It was as if the person had a copy of the key. Which was definitely not the case.

Wary, he climbed the stairs, quick and silent. The door to his own flat was opened as well. He got in. In the middle of the living room, siting on his chair, was a young woman he immediately recognized.

"Good evening, Sherlock." She said.

"You !"

"Told you I'd be back."