Chapter 4

So here's the fourth chapter. As promised, there will be John Watson. To the guest, thank you so much for your review. "Sherlock as a Kingsman" is the idea that made me wrote the story. To Barbara Fruhling, Nalya and Shurukkah, thank you for following!

John Watson sat nervously, the chair opposite empty. Nevertheless, he knew she would came.

It was a big day for him. His girlfriend, Mary Morstan thought this was just another date. Of course she hadn't know what he would do. He slipped his hand into his pocket, his fingers touching the little velvet box. How should he do it? He had more than a few girlfriends before, but the relationship never last for more than a month. He didn't really had a lot of experience on handling romance.

He just hoped everything would turn out fine.

Ah, here she came.

Dinner turned out fine. The main course was delicious, and they were now waiting for the dessert. It came soon, two slices of cheesecake. Mary excused herself and head for the restroom.

Then John noticed it. A small piece of paper slipped beneath his cake. Curious, he took it carefully.

The average time for a woman to spend in the restroom is three to five minutes. However, your lady seemed a bit nervous today, which gives us seven minutes. Come to the male restroom. Now.

That was weird, but he's a soldier he would not be afraid. And so he left.

He saw no one in the restroom. Deciding that it was nothing more than a joke, he headed out. But before he could leave…

"I'm sorry, John," an oh-so-familiar voice said.

"No, it's impossible," he breathed out. "I saw you. You're dead."

"Nothing is impossible, John Watson. You of all people should know that."

Taking a deep breathe, John finally decided to turn.

His former flat mate was standing there, his hair as curly and eyes as vibrant as before. But what strike John most was his clothing. Instead of his usual wool coat and the blue scarf, Sherlock was in a suit and had glasses.

"Where were you?" John finally asked.

"Working for the British Government around the world."

"Then why did you come back?"

"I had to. It's urgent."

"Well, then go and complete your 'mission'!"

"Listen," Sherlock whispered, "I know you enough to know that you will try to find out about what I'm doing now. But just for once, don't."

"You're the one always rambling about excitement and adventures and mysteries!" John's voice started to rise.

"You're engaged! God knows when you'll become a father!"

"That's not going to stop me."

"Things changed, John. I just want you and your family safe."

"From what?"

But Sherlock had already left, leaving the poor doctor standing there alone, who soon remembered to get back to the table.

The rest went well, but John was still thinking about the short conversation.

When Sherlock got back to the Headquarters, he immediately went to Merlin's office.

"It went better than I expected from you," Merlin smiled.

Instead of answering him, Sherlock said, "Mary Morstan. Check her."

"For what?"

"There's something wrong with her."

"Mary Morstan…" Merlin murmured as he typed the name. Then he gasped.

"What?"

"She's a stillborn child, five years ago. You're right; something's wrong."

Quickly, Sherlock upload the photo of Mary from his glasses earlier and search.

Rosamund Mary, member of the assassin team AGRA

"Christ, your friend is marrying an assassin."

"I'm going to tell Harry about this."

After Sherlock was gone, Merlin murmured, "First Valentine, then a potential terrorist attack, and now an assassin. This is getting crazy. I just hope Sherlock's network would help."