After tea, John quickly gave the girl- Lily- a routine check-up. Surprisingly, there was no physical damage to her, except for some bruises on her arm. This was very confusing. If her memory was missing, why wasn't there any head trauma. Ignoring that thought for the moment, John settled the girl in his bedroom. She'd be sleeping there for the time being, seeing as Sherlock had offered their flat up as a hotel. Although, John couldn't really blame the man. Moriarty was involved, that always changed everything.

Coming back down the stairs, John told Sherlock, "She's resting. It's probably been a confusing day for her."

"She's hiding something..." Sherlock was laying on the couch, his right arm littered with nicotine patches.

"Enjoying yourself there?" John just shook his head, and seated himself in his arm chair.

"John," Sherlock directed a look that begged the question 'are you stupid?' at John, before simply saying, "Moriarty."

"Yes, Sherlock, thank you, I'd nearly forgotten."

"Think, would you? This is very atypical of him. He had this girl...And he just let her go? Something doesn't add up."

"Of course something doesn't add up, it's Moriarty. Since when has he started following patterns?" John just rolled his eyes, picking up his laptop.

"Oh, oh, that's good, John," Sherlock commended. Clearly something John had said set something off in Sherlock's brain.

"Care to share what's going on in that head of yours?" John asked, curiously.

"Hush, John, I'm thinking."

"Right."


In the morning, John awoke on the couch. Sherlock, who was still milling about the room, was perched in his chair, staring at some documents.

"What've you got there?" John inquired, his voice gruff. Moving into the kitchen, John put the kettle on. He began to look for something he could make for breakfast, seeing as they had a guest. Speaking of which, at that moment, Lily chose to grace them with her presence.

"Morning," John greeted happily, cracking two eggs into a pan, "I hope you like eggs."

"Good morning," she smiled at John, then turned to Sherlock, who was clearly deep in thought, and decided to leave him alone. "I can't remember if I like them, but they smell delicious."

"Guess we'll just have to find out then, won't we?" John eyed Sherlock for a moment, "Will you be joining us for breakfast?" John didn't even know why he bothered asking, Sherlock never ate when they were on a case, especially not interesting ones.

"Yes," came the surprising answer.

"Wait...Yes?" John looked at Sherlock suspiciously. What was he up to?

"Have you lost your ability to hear?" Sherlock sat down at the table, waiting with an impatient look on his face.

"Right." Not bothering to question Sherlock any further, John placed tea and some food on the table.

Lily hadn't even had the chance to get a bite of food before Sherlock was spewing out questions again. She answered them all rather patiently. John was surprised. If it would have been him, in her position, he'd have been fed up with Sherlock by now.

"Retell me your story," Sherlock commanded, leaving no room for argument, "Pretend I haven't heard it before, don't leave out a single detail."

"Okay, right. So, I woke up on the pavement, right in front of The Dorchester. The first thing I realized when I woke up, was that I couldn't remember anything. Well, anything except for that man. I walked around, a little bit dazed from just waking up, when the DI picked me up and brought me here." As she told her story, Sherlock nodded, paying close attention to each and every detail. It all matched up to what she had said last night. There weren't any extra details. Sherlock would almost say it was rehearsed, if he didn't think the girl was genuine.

"And you can't remember anything else? Anything at all?" Sherlock held his fork in his hand, but instead of using it for its actual purpose, he was waving it around as he questioned her.

"No, I've told you everything I remember, honestly."

"Lovely," Sherlock sighed, before stalking off, leaving an untouched plate of food in front of him.

"Is he always so...Intense?" she questioned John.

"Unfortunately so," John shook his head, "I've gotten used to it."

Later that afternoon, Sherlock dragged John and Lily down to The Dorchester. It was a large building, and it emulated fancy. John was surprised that Lily had said she'd woken up in front of this building. Wouldn't a valet or something see her laying on the ground, and try to escort her off the property. They wouldn't deal well with some girl just lying on the ground in front of their hotel.

While John pondered this, Sherlock was busy examining the area where Lily had told him she'd awoken. He'd pulled out his magnifying glass, and was staring quite intently at the pavement.

"I don't know what exactly you expect to find there," Lily remarked, "It's just pavement."

"Every detail matt-"

"Yes, Sherlock, we know. Every detail is overwhelmingly important. Just hurry this up, people are starting to stare," John interrupted.

Rolling his eyes, Sherlock ignored John, choosing to keep looking at the ground. "Aha!" he exclaimed, after a moment.

"Yes?" John tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, arms crossed, fixing Sherlock with a stare.

"You were definitely placed here. Probably not long before you woke up."

"How could you know that?" the girl looked at him curiously.

"Well right here the dirt-"

"Right, as fascinating as this is, do you think you could explain it elsewhere, like in the back of a cab.

"Yes, fine," Sherlock sighed, hailing a cab. As they all piled in, Sherlock explained how he knew she'd been placed there.

"And this is helpful how?"

"Well, we know you didn't escape. Moriarty let you go for a reason. He placed you at that hotel for a reason. He's sending a message," Sherlock replied as if it were blatantly obvious.

"And what exactly is this message?" Lily questioned, frustration seeping into her voice.

"That's what we need to find out."


Author's Note: Hello! This is my first ever fic, and I really hope you enjoy reading it. I'd greatly appreciate some constructive criticism and some feedback. :)