On the evening, while John and Sherlock went to Magnussen's office, Enaya decided to stay in the flat. She had helped the detective chose his engagement ring for Jeanine. She perfectly knew that Sherlock didn't see the poor girl as anything more than a tool, but she was fine with it. On the contrary, she had decided to befriend her, in order to guide Sherlock in the choices he'd have to make with her. After shopping with the detective, she therefore came back to the flat, cleaned the bathroom, and changed her T-shirt for a top. She then took a book, settled comfortably in her cocoon, which she left open, and started reading. She had hardly had time to read a few pages when Mary Watson burst in. She seemed upset and out of breath.

"Sherlock has been shot!" she said.

"How bad is it ?"

"Abdominal wound. I'm going to the hospital. Come !"

"How do you know ?"

"John called me."

Enaya had a smile.

"Liar, she said."

"I'm sorry ?"

"I know who you are, Mary Elizabeth Watson."

The said Mary Watson grew suddenly pale.

"I won't tell John." Enaya said. "It's not my business. But I have to say I'm quite found of Sherlock. So if you ever get the idea of hurting him again, John's wife or not, I will kill you myself."

"I didn't want any of this to happen."

"You've put him in a delicate position. He cares for John as much as I care for him. He's gonna have to determine whether or not you're a threat to his friend."

"I know. Are you coming or not ?"

Enaya got down from her cocoon, grabbed a jacket, and got out of the flat. Mary followed her, and they both went to St Bart hospital, where they met John. Mary decided to pay a visit to the detective, while Enaya offered John a coffee, which the doctor heartily accepted. When she came back, Mary told them that the detective was still more or less unconscious, and Enaya decided to go to him and wait for him to wake up. Feeling too tight in her jacket, she took it of, sat on the bed beside the detective, and took his hand. Soon enough, he opened his eyes.

"Hi..." he said.

"Welcome back." she replied.

"You know ?" He asked.

He was talking about Mary.

"Obviously."

"Then you know what I'm going to do."

"Of course. But please... stay at least for a few days ? And let me come with you."

"Why ?"

"That way we're even. I let you do something incredibly stupid and dangerous, and I make sure nothing happens to you."

He put his eyes on the scar on her right shoulder, and touched it with his fingertips.

"Couldn't you get rid of it ?" He asked.

"Didn't want to. The ones I keep are for important moments."

"What is this one for ?"

"It's the proof I met you."

"You doubted ?"

"Never."

He let his eyes scan her, and his attention was drawn by another scar, showing under her top, on her belly. Once again, he put his fingertips on the scar, and she shivered when she felt his cold hand. However, she knew there was nothing to interpret of that gesture.

"What is this one for ?" He asked. "You didn't have it last time."

"That's when I lost Ilian for the first time. I was stabbed when I was expecting him."

At that very moment, the door opened on Jeanine. She stopped for a moment, looking at each one of them.

"I see." she finally said. "Obviously I didn't stand a chance."

"There's no such things between Sherlock and I, Jeanine." Enaya said.

"Yes, and this is why his hand is currently under you T-shirt."

"Come on, Jeanine, don't be an idiot." the detective coldly reacted. "Mia is like the sister I never had. We were comparing scars."

"Anyway, I came to tell you I'm leaving you. Also, I'm gonna buy a cottage."

"Oh, really ?"

"Yes. I'm selling our love story to the press. A journalist called miss Riley already made me a very interesting offer. I already have the title : « in bed with the detective » !"

Enaya let out a laugh. Jeanine turned to her.

"You knew, didn't you ?"

"Of course. But I was happy to be your friend. You're a nice girl."

"And you didn't try to stop him. Or convince him to tell me the truth. I wouldn't have mind, you know ?"

Sherlock shrugged.

"I didn't want to hurt you..."

"And I have no right to judge him or change his mind." Enaya said with great serious. "I owe him, and I help him in whatever decision he makes."

Jeanine sighed.

"I guess it is what it is... anyway. At least once would have been nice." she told Sherlock.

The detective took some times to understand.

"Oh, that !" He finally said. "I was keeping myself for the wedding night."

Jeanine had a dark laugh.

"Goodbye, Sherlock Holmes."

And she left. Sherlock watched her go, and then turned his eyes to Enaya. The young woman understood, smiled, and left the room.