Chapter Fourteen
The Rendezvous.
It is around midnight, on a cold, windy, and rainy night in South London. A woman dressed in all black walking around the streets, under the woman's black hood you can see pieces of silver blonde hair. The woman walks down a cobblestone path, as her heels click on the stones. She is making her way to a small INN, just off the path of the busy city streets. As she approaches the INN, a phone chimes. The woman takes out the phone and reads the message, which is a mix of Latin, Dutch, and Catalan.
Locus III, Tweede verdieping.
Klop Vier Keer.
Fins aviat.
ɛsɦaː
Translation:
Room three, Second floor.
knock four times.
See you soon.
SH.
The woman looks up from the phone, her bright red lips reflexing the light of the lamp posts, as she makes her way to one of the fire escapes behind the INN, climbing up and making her way to the second floor to what should logically should be the third rooms' window, knocking four times.
*Knock Knock, Knock Knock*
The person on the other side of the window knocks the same four knocks.
*Knock Knock, Knock Knock*
Before opening the window.
The man who opens the window has shoulder length curly hair and pale skin. His hair hangs in from his eyes. Smile as he greets the woman in Norwegian.
"Vel, Hei min kjære"
(Well, hello my dear)
The woman returns his smile and addresses the man in Czech.
"Už je to dávno."
(it's been too long.)
The woman climbs through the window into the small room, as the man closes the window behind her. Once alone in the room, the couple begin addressing each other in English, the man is the first to speak.
"Well, it's nice to hear your accent doesn't come through when you speak Czech anymore."
The woman giggles softly, pulling her hood down, revealing the sister of James Moriarty, Janessa Madison Moriarty. Known to the world as Madison Love.
"After learning the language in about an hour, it's just a process of repeating it."
The man grins.
"What did I do to deserve you?"
"I honestly don't know."
The man swipes his bangs out of his face, revealing the strong features of William Sherlock Scott Holmes. Who had been on the run for the past year and six months.
"I must agree with you though, it has been too long."
Sherlock sits on the edge of the bed in the room since there are no other pieces of furniture in it.
"How is everyone?"
Madison shrugs her shoulders.
"John is moving on. He has a new girlfriend and things seem to be going well. He did go through a very rough time though."
"I imagine they all did."
Madison nods.
"Yes, they did. But, they are all doing well now."
"Good."
Madison walks over to Sherlock, standing between his legs, and places her arms around his neck, while he plays with her hair.
"Blonde?"
"Yeah, blonde."
"I like it."
"Yeah? I feel like it makes me look less like my brother to the untrained eye."
"That it does."
Madison leans down to Sherlock, kissing him softly. The two share an embrace for a few minutes before Madison pulls away.
"Will it always be like this? Us, sneaking around into dark, crappy hotel rooms?"
Sherlock looks up to Madison, run his fingers along her cheek.
"Of course not. I have almost worked my way throw your brother's system out of the country. So a six month months to a year tops."