It had been a couple of days, it was the 16th which meant two days before the court hearing and now, Sherlock was at on his way back to the hospital and Enola was still there. Enola sighed holding John's hand as he laid there in silence. "You are so stupid, you know that right?" She muttered "I mean, you could have just stayed quiet and then he woudn't have hurt you... But no, you just had to try and help a- and get your self.. shot, Jim wouldn't have hurt me ya'know? He just wanted to escape... ou caught him by alarm and so he shot you, the idiot, I think he knows I won't forgive him for that... But John, please, I just need you to wake up now and be perfectly fine, you are just about the one person I can actually talk to and have a laugh with and I don't want to lose that, I-I don't want to lose you, and I know Sherlock doesn't either although he hides it I can just see the worry in them tiny expressions he has, but I'm sure you know all about identifying them
"You'd probably be laughing at me now... Acting so silly and getting so... Worried about you" Enola said, smiling softly "Jim asked me earlier if I'd pick him or you, truth is.. I don't know.. I'm just so confused about, well, everything and I need you here, to help me through, I know I've only known you for a short time but truth be told that I feel like I've known you for years, I know why Sherlock is so fond of you now and I'm so glad he's found someone like you to be his friend and I don't want to see him lose that either, he'll break down knowing him.. But anyway John I think I-I.." Enola stopped talking when she saw John's eyes flutter slightly and then open slowly "John?" She said softly.
"What the... Who are you?" John asked, his voice very cracky, he slowly sat up.
"It's me Enola, remember John?" Enola said quietly, helping him up carefully.
"Who?" He said, confused "And why am I in here? I didn't get blown up again or anything right?"
"What? No.. You got shot" Enola replied just as Sherlock walked in. "He doesn-"
"Remember you.. Or why he's in here" Sherlock finished her sentence.
"Ah Sherlock!" John said "what's going on?"
"I'll explain later John" Sherlock muttered looking over at Enola.
"I'm.. Going to go" she muttered grabbing her bag and walking out of the room sighing and going to the prison.
"Excuse me ma'am, visiting hours are from 4-6pm and it is only 2pm" A guard said stopping her from walking inside.
"Oh well isn't that unfortunate" she said softly "But actually I'm not visiting... I'm here to pick up something for my brother, Mycroft Holmes?"
"Well in that case go through, you say you are Mr Holmes' sister?"
"That is correct, I am Enola, I was here the other day actually and I'm sure if you message him then he won't complain or anything."
"Oh no, it's fine, please go ahead in" The guard said, opening the door to her and letting her go inside before quickly reaching into his pocket and handing her a plastic card on a landyard which she put around her neck "Here, just keep this card on you and it should open the doors for you."
"Thankyou" Enola said, smiling before walking in. She walked down into the hold-in cells and went down to the one at the bottom, peering into the small window to see Moriarty sitting on his metal bed and looking at the opposite wall. She looked down at the lock but it was a keyhole. "Right.." She muttered under her breath looking about to see an office with no guards in. She slowly walked over to the door to the office and opened it quietly sneaking inside. On the wall there were lots of keys hanging up under different numbers. Enola quickly grabbed the key marked '551' and then quickly walked out again, a guard was standing at the end of all the other cells and she mumbled under her breath.
"You girl! What are you doing in here?!" He shouted.
"Interragating a prisoner" Enola said, lying swiftly.
"I highly doubt that" he said walking over to her.
"Oh no, trust me, I am... I-"
"Enola!" A voice shouted from behind the guard, Enola looked to see Mycroft walking towards her and the guard.
"Shit..."
"What are you doing here and how did you get it?" Mycroft said sternly.
"Apparently she's here to interegate a prisonor" the guard said quickly.
"Robert leave us" Mycroft ordered.
"Yes sir!" The guard said walking off in the other direction leaving Enola and Mycroft.
"I just want to talk to him Mycroft" Enola said, glaring at her brother
"Sherlock just texted me, he told me you'd be coming here" Mycroft said bluntly "he also said about John's condition."
"Good for you" Enola mumbled "now please, just let me go and see Jim."
"You'll be seeing him on friday, in court" Mycroft replied.
"Just let me see him now Mycroft" Enola sighed.
"OK" Mycroft said.
"What did you just say?" Enola said, looking over at Mycroft.
"I said that you can go if you want to, he hasn't been doing anything or been saying anything, he just sits there, he hasn't eaten either maybe you can get him to speak more when we go in there to make sure his statement is the same because so far he has not said a single thing since you spoke to him, just scream if he tries to kill you" Mycroft said, turning around and walking out.
Straight away Enola turned to the door, unlocked it and walked in to see Jim still sitting there, he hadn't moved an inch. She walked in and sat on the small stool that was in there. "And to think, it was the other way around a few days ago..." She said quietly, Moriarty's head shot up when she spoke and he stared at her with intense.
"About time you came and visited" He smirked over at her.
"Oh look, you actually speak" Enola said sarcastically smiling at him.
"Only for you my dear" Moriarty said.
"I am not giving you the key Jim" Enola said, rolling her eyes.
"I don't want the key Enola, I've already got everything planned" Jim said chuckling.
"Good, so you're not going to let them chuck you in prison right?"
"Of course not, to much work to do, how did you get in then?"Moriarty asked.
"Mycroft was sick of you not speaking, you have been very bad and have not been giving them a statement tutut" Enola smirked, playfully before saying seriously "but honestly Jim, stop acting so stroppy and just give them a goddamn statement."
"Alright then, I'll tell them that they should all go and burn in hell" Moriarty said shrugging.
"Not that Jim, just tell them what you told me."
"Nah, there's no need I'll sort it all out and I shall be out of here and back causing havoc with you by my side."
"And when did I agree to this?" Enola asked crossing her arms and raising one of her eyebrows.
"Oh you will, you're going to be my wife."
