Miss Moriarty, Sherlock and John sat in a jet. A private jet. It had no labels; it was just a large white jet, made that way on purpose obviously. Sherlock took this time to properly observe Miss Moriarty. Her clothes: designer but with little care, she was rich but cared little about material possessions, they were just a comfort. Her shoes were new, just came out this month but they were already scratched and worn, obviously worn a lot and not in the best conditions. Her hair was short but just recently cut in the last few days, cut on a whim too, the hairdresser cut it too short for her liking she kept tugging on in uncomfortably, wasn't used to it yet. She still hadn't told them her name, was that on purpose or had it just not come up yet.

John was looking at Miss Moriarty too, but not like Sherlock. Unlike Sherlock he didn't trust this girl at all, Moriarty's sister, how do they know she's not taking him to her right now? Maybe Sherlock has a plan, maybe not. She certainly doesn't look threatening. Her hair was dark, as dark as Moriarty's and her eyes were the same. He could tell they were related the moment he saw her.

"What's your name?" asked Sherlock interrupting John's thoughts and Miss Moriarty's as it appeared.

"What?" she asked.

"Your name, your first name" said Sherlock.

"Why do you want to know?" she asked

There is no mystery to be had now, whey know who she is, conclusion: doesn't like her name.

"Well, if we're going to be spending any length of time with you it is good to know you're name, polite is all" Sherlock smiled, it was his fake smile he used when he was trying to get something out of a witness.

She didn't say anything.

"Would you like me to guess?" asked Sherlock, she didn't answer "Fine, you have a suitcase next to you that says M. Moriarty, so your name begins with an M, judging by the fact that you're about 28 and you haven't had your birthday this year yet the most popular name starting with an M in the year 1983 was Melissa"

Miss Moriarty didn't flinch, just avoided eye contact with Sherlock.

"Fine, not Melissa, then Michelle was the second, no? Megan? Mary?" Miss Moriarty's hand fidgeted. "Ah. Not Mary though, something close to Mary. Hm, Marie? Maria?"

"Maryn, Sherlock! My name is Maryn! Now would you bloody well shut up!" yelled Maryn Moriarty

"Temper Maryn" said Sherlock, Maryn seethed as she looked at Sherlock.

"That's a nice name" said John, Maryn looked over at John surprised, she had almost forgot he was here. She said nothing else and leaned back in her chair.

"I hope you don't mind, Maryn" Sherlock started, Maryn flinched at her name "But I need to ask you a few questions. Maryn sighed.

"Go ahead" she said, still not looking at him.

No eye contact: uncomfortable

"Why are you trying to help us?" asked Sherlock

"I don't like what my brother does. You can stop him, I'm not going to let the only thing that can stop him get burned" she explained.

"Burned?" asked John, confused where she got the terminology.

"Sebastian tells me things when my brother isn't around" she said looking at John.

"Sebastian?" asked Sherlock.

"One of my brother's snipers are we done!" she raised her voice at Sherlock, he gave her a look, she sighed and calmed down.

"Any other questions?" she asked.

"Ya, how do we know that you're not lying and going to turn us in to Moriarty?" asked John.

"Would you send Harry to collect your arch enemy?" she smiled slightly, John looked at her blankly "Didn't think so, I'll be right back, just uh, talk amongst yourselves" Maryn exited towards the bathroom.

"Sherlock, what the hell is going on?" John asked him in a low voice, Sherlock wasn't paying attention to John though, he was thinking.

"Hm, what?" he asked, John looked at him exasperated.

"What are you thinking?" John asked.

"Sebastian" said Sherlock smiling

"Sebas- Sherlock we're in a jet on our way to god knows where with Moriarty's sister and you're thinking about one of his snipers?" asked John dumbstruck.

"Not just a sniper John. A sniper with a name! Anyway I suppose If you're so intent on talking I can think about him later" said Sherlock.

"Thank you" said John sarcastically "What do you think about her?"

"Maryn? Oh fine, fine, she's great" he muttered waving John off.

"Sherlock! You know what I mean, is she telling the truth?" he asked

"Well she appears to be, but I never accounted in the fact that he had a sister, that might change things slightly" he said.

"Change things"

"Well, how does he feel about her?" asked Sherlock more to himself.

"You're planning on using her as leverage?" asked John in disbelief

"I'm strategizing John! If it comes down to that we might have to" he said.

Maryn came back a couple minutes later, she had changed her outfit, she was now in a black skirt and blue blouse. Her short hair was tied back in a bun and she was wearing make-up.

"You changed your outfit" noted Sherlock

"Good deduction, yeah" she said sarcastically, John smiled.

"Why?" he asked

"Those were my work clothes I wear when legwork is required. I will not need them for a while now" she said

"You wear a purse when you're doing legwork?" asked John, she rolled her eyes and pulled out a gun from the purse; she raised her eyebrows "Right of course" he said.

"You're wearing make-up now" Sherlock observed.

"Yes, quite a bit of the female population does" she said impatiently, Sherlock sat back unsatisfied. "Oh, my brother hates me by the way, you know, if you were planning anything"

"You were listening?" asked John.

"No" she smiled "I'm just clever"

A/N: Well another chapter done, I should have a new one up in the next day or two, please tell me what you think!