"That's a lovely tan you have there, Henry." Anna said with a familiar tone, no one would think she hadn't seen Henry Montague since they parted ways at Blitz. He had been standing at the bar of his restaurant discussing something with a young waiter and a rather wan looking waitress. After she spoke the pair of staff instinctively left the room and as Henry turned and focused across the elegant looking eating area towards her a spark seemed to ignite. Their gaze lasted long enough for him to smile and as he was about to approach her he noticed a man emerging through the door, a man he recognised. But if Henry Montague was worried at the sight of Sherlock Holmes he didn't show it, instead he put out his arms and Anna went and met him, they embraced in a platonic fashion and seemingly ignored Sherlock.

"How are you, my dear?" Henry asked jovially.

"Well, things aren't exactly smooth running at the moment as I'm sure you've been informed."

"Oh you mean the whole Flirtfetish thing, you and I both know that's old hat and nothing to do with us." He said with such charm it made Sherlock feel a little bit sick, the detective wondered if Anna bought this nauseating tone.

"Nothing to do with me darling, certainly." Anna said more seriously and she moved away and leaned on the bar.

"Rather an extensive tan for Prague Mr Montague." Sherlock said as he approached them.

"I found a whim took me to Spain afterwards." Henry replied.

"Was that whim influenced by possible suspicion that you are involved in this case?" Sherlock asked bluntly.

"Perhaps, it has nothing to do with me and I thought if I stayed away it would soon be tidied up and then I wouldn't have to be bothered."

"Someone has been following me, photographing me…" Anna interrupted.

"Anna that's no surprise, you have all the male population in a trance…"

"Oh Henry turn off the charm it's me, me remember? Who you used to shout at or fuck against the wall sometimes dependent on your mood." Anna persisted, this bluntness gained her inward admiration from Sherlock, he was pleased she'd called time on this smarm.

"Anna." Henry laughed nervously. "You almost make me blush."

"Do you know anything about this? I don't like it Henry and if I'm being targeted because I once worked for you…"

"After those murders I cut ties with Flirtfetish, I sold the bar, you left and I bought these two restaurants. I wanted a fresh start, a clean slate… I have no idea what this is about." Henry explained. "But if you're ever in trouble you know I will do all I can to help you."

"I can look after myself." Anna replied. "We were good once Henry, but I won't be bullshitted."

"Fair enough." Henry said and he looked from Anna to Sherlock. "Anything else?"

"No." Sherlock replied and he oddly put out his hand, Henry shook it without thinking.

"Whilst you're here…" Henry murmured. "Why don't you both have something to eat?"

"What a good idea." Sherlock replied, "I'll just pop to the gents."

Anna was learning to read the signs, Sherlock had something he wanted to find out. As he disappeared she let Henry show her to a table and he sat down opposite her.

"I didn't think you were the type to keep company with those who are in bed with the police." Henry said ruefully.

"He's not 'in bed' with anyone, he's a law unto himself." Anna replied.

Sherlock had continued uninterrupted down the back corridor approaching the kitchen.

"Where are you living now?"

"With him."

"Oh… I see."

"Not like that."

The small panel window in the kitchen door showed Sherlock the exact person he was hoping to catch a glimpse of.

"So you're not letting him fuck you against the wall or shout at you when the mood takes him?"

"That's not on his agenda." Anna corrected him.

"You'd be on any mans agenda unless he's…. oh yes I remember there was another chap… are they…"

"No." Anna said without emotion. "You never were good at reading people Henry. All that man is interested in is finding what he wants to find and he will…"

There she was, that wan looking young woman, he recognised her from the cctv snapshot he was shown by Lestrade. It was the woman that had caused Anna to be arrested for GBH.

"Are you warning me?" Henry asked again with a nervous chuckle.

"No. If you're cuffs are whiter than white, Henry, then you have nothing to worry about."

Sherlock took out his phone and texted John.

HM never went abroad, he's lying. Young woman who Anna attacked worked as a waitress in his restaurant. Find out her name, background etc.

SH

"I promise you…" Henry said taking her hand. "If someone is following you, it's not because of me."

Henry began stroking the back of her hand with his thumb, Anna was unresponsive to anything, she just kept her eyes fixed on his. After a pause Henry said quietly.

"Are you in too deep with a fella?"

Neither saw Sherlock re-enter the eating area. Henry massage of her hand continued, just as Anna still felt nothing.

"You know me Henry, I would never let it get to that." Anna explained, her icy beauty never looking more radiant than it was at this moment. Even from Sherlock's current view he had to admit she was looking particularly attractive, no doubt with the purpose to influence Henry in some way.

"Is that why you're living with him, are you going to try and conquer him, enrapture him. I bet you could do it…."

Anna pulled her hand away and got up from the table without any visible emotion, she still hadn't noticed Sherlock but she wanted to call this interlude to an end.

"Henry, I am not interested in anything anyone can give me. I just don't particularly want to be followed."

"Ouch. Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your pride."

"You didn't, you've just misread us both." She answered him squarely, then as she turned she noticed Sherlock and she couldn't help but smile. It wasn't a long smile and it didn't go unnoticed by Sherlock, but she reigned it in.

"Good bye Henry." She said and without giving him time to reply she walked towards the exit.

"We won't be eating after all." Sherlock said.

"She has everyone running after her one way or the other." Henry laughed. "She will get you too."

Sherlock didn't reply, he didn't even look at Henry again and just left at his own pace. Henry Montague lingered a moment, recounting every word.

"If you're cuffs are whiter than white, Henry, then you have nothing to worry about." She had said, Henry looked down at his cuffs, played with his cufflinks and readjusted them, it was then he noticed something. Just on the inside of the left one was a small, faint orangey coloured mark. A mark only caused when a product on the skin had rubbed off on cloth. He had shown the true colour of his tan and his lie. Had she seen?

For the first time Henry Montague was worried.