When they came back to Baker street, John Watson let his rage out. It was his wife. His wife. His wife had shot his best friend and nearly killed him. And Sherlock knew. He knew, and he didn't tell him.
"John, please, try to calm down." Enaya said.
"Oh, you shut up ! You knew as well, didn't you ?"
"Yes. I knew what Mary did, and where Sherlock was. But things are not that simple."
"I'M GLAD TO KNOW THAT ! What on earth have I done do deserve that ?"
"Everything." Sherlock said.
"I beg your pardon ?" John said, turning to him.
"Accept it, John, look at you. You're an ex soldier who misses the war, living in the flat of the ex-wife to a cartel leader, with a sociopath junkie. You knew what she was, John. You knew it deep down, and that's why you chose her."
"So it's my fault if I'm surrounded by mentals, because in the end, this is what I want. IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE TELLING ME ?"
"Exactly!" Enaya said, amused.
John sent her a murdering look.
"Look at Mary, John." Sherlock said. "Look at her. What is she ?"
"The woman I loved and who nearly killed my best friend ?"
"No. what is she now ?"
"The liar I married and who's carrying my child ?"
"No John, really look at her, and tell me what she is."
John took a deep breath and gave his friend a long look.
"Fine!" he roughly said. "We do it your way. We always do, anyway."
He sat on his armchair, and pointed a chair to his wife.
"Sit there." he said.
"Why ? "
"Because that's what they do !"
"Who ?"
"People like you. People with a case. Clients. 'Cause that's what you are, now, Mary. A client. Now, sit !"
Mary gave him an imploring look.
"You should do as he says." Enaya kindly intervened.
Mary hence sat, while Sherlock took place on his armchair. A moment of silence followed.
"Go ahead!" Enaya encouraged.
Mary started searching her bag, and gave John a USB stick, on which was written the letters : A.G.R.A. He passed it to Sherlock.
"Agra ?" The detective asked.
"My initials."
John seemed like someone who just had been violently hit in the stomach.
"I beg you John." she said. "If you ever loved me, don't open it in front of me."
"Why ?"
"Because then, you'll stop loving me for good, and I don't want to see that."
John didn't reply and kept a locked face. Mary looked down.
"I'm listening." Sherlock calmly said.
The pregnant woman then started telling them about her previous life, and about the information Magnussen had on her.
"I take it." Sherlock declared.
"What ?" Mary asked.
"Your case. Whatever Magnussen has on you, I'm taking the case."
"Why ?"
"You're John's wife." he said with a shrug.
"And whatever he says now, John loves you." Enaya completed.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, and then got up. He took a few steps towards the kitchen, and then collapsed.
"Sherlock !" John shouted.
He and Enaya dashed to him. The doctor took his pulse. The detective's heart was going crazy.
"I'm having internal bleeding." he said.
John gave his wife a killing look, and Enaya heard his thoughts.
"If he dies, it's your fault."
Enaya took Sherlock's hand to give him enough strength so that he'd stay alive until the rescue came.
"You left too early, you idiot." she said.
"Yeah, well, you know, that's me." he replied. "I'm a nice idiot."
And a tender smile appeared on the young woman's face.