AN- I guess what? I luff you so much that I decided to upload the next chapter :D
Chapter 2 - Of trains and rings
Analiese practically flew out of john's front door and into the back of Mycroft's car not even glancing back to make sure he followed, She probably knew he would or she didn't care if he did. He followed the flair of black coat and red scarf into the car and barely had time to put on his seatbelt before it drove off. As Analiese removed her gloves to text, John noticed a ivy like engagement ring on her finger "so...your engaged?" he asked not expecting an answer from the eccentric woman,
"mm?, oh the ring yes, yes I'm engaged and don't ask who to because I'm pretty sure you can figure it out."
"I don't think I do, unless?..., No?" He looked over to her and she gave him a proud slightly cocky look "Really, Sherlock" She nodded hen turned back to her phone as if the question was about the weather, Now John was confused why would Sherlock propose to her but then again it was Sherlock he probably asked over a dead body, in morgue, whilst poking a dead man's heart.
-=-Three months earlier-=-
Analiese walked onto the platform exactly ten minuets early because she knew that the train would be exactly twenty-four minuets late giving her half an hour to throw off any traces of her time in Portsmouth and change her entire fa ade, how did she know the timings of the Southern train network and why didn't she want anyone to know she was there?, well she was a Hacker A Consulting hacker to be precise and she'd been in Portsmouth to help a overweight middle-aged banker find out if his young wife was having an affair, she had been ofcorse but it was this kind of predictable boring work that paied her a very exclusive wage, on this paticular case she had earned five hundred pounds (in cash) that now sat at her feet in a small rucksack as she waited for her train back to London. And as predicted the train rolled up at Thirty-four past eleven in the evening and as it was the last train of the day there were very few people on board just a couple of students one business man and a rather bored looking figure with his coat drawn up around him, almost as if he were hiding. As this was going to be a long journey, she pulled out her laptop and quickly logged on, typing rapidly she moved all her files on the recent case to a memory stick that she would place in the nearest bin when she left the train because she'd learnt the only way to erase all trace of the trail is to not know where it ends, and Mycroft was always very good at finding them and keeping them safe for her.
-=-Meanwhile in London-=-
The door to Mycroft Holmes' office flew open without so much as a knock jumping it's occupant out of a boredom induced nap, the young man who Mycroft now recognized as the head of one of his top severance teams who would usually be watching his little Brother but because of certain developments, mainly his supposed 'death', he had moved the team to search for a Miss Analiese Moriarty or Stephanie Xenic as she was currently calling herself "Mr. Holmes, we've found her!" the young man practical threw the file at him, The older Holmes scanned the page's seeing the photo's of a young girl with heavy make-up and hopped earring's. To any one else this would look like your adveradge chav but to Mycroft Holmes this was the consulting hacker known by too many names and facade's to recall but circled in red in all the photo's was a silver ivy-like ring on her finger. Mycroft pulled a close up of her right hand out of the file and stood before walking over to a crowded pin board, lifting up the image he compared it to the other seven pictures that coated the far right wall "Is it a mach sir?" the question was ignored though,
"where is she now?" Mycroft's hands shook,
"On a train to London sir, kings cross station" Still the man got no reply "Should we send a team to get her?" Mycroft's head snapped round "Yes." the word was angrily bit out "but make it quiet, I don't want any one asking 'difficult' question's,ok?"
the man mumbled a quick "Yes sir" before hurriedly running out of the room
AN2- TahDah :P