A Wife for Sherlock Holmes

by tavingtonsbeauty

Seems impossible, but the man known as Sherlock Holmes is easily bored. That boredom drove him to the arms of a highly intelligent woman who could keep up with him both physically and mentally. However, when a child is thrown into the mix, Sherlock steps up, to the chagrin of the woman, and they marry. With so much baggage on both sides will it work or be a match made in hell.

30. The Reckoning

A Wife for Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 30 – The Reckoning –

Marion was in the small canteen of the hospital. John had forced her to leave for a time. She stood in a daze as she filled her coffee cup.

"Marion…" A soft voice said.

She turned. It was Alex. She took a breath and stepped to him. "Alex." He opened his arms and she stepped to him. He kissed her cheek and held her as she wept.

"Hey…hey." Alex hushed gently. He pulled her to a table in the corner.

She sat down and he touched her face and offered her a tissue gently. "I'm sorry…"

He smiled a little. "I would have thought it weird if you were not weeping." He said. "You are not a cold woman, my love, though you try to be strong. Let me be your rock."

She nodded and took a shaky breath. He took her hand and held it. "Thank you for coming, Alex."

"Anytime, but I do have to go to Parliament in an hour to discuss the new bill."

She nodded. "I am sure John will be up by then."

"Ah the famous doctor Watson. Good that someone will be looking after you."

He looked about. "Have you eaten?

"I…no…"

He got up and went to the counter and grabbed some fresh fruit, yogurt, and some tea. He returned to her. "Eat. You need your strength, sweetheart."

She nodded and ate. She picked at it, but she did eat and drink most of it over the hour. He rose to his feet, went to her as she stared off into space. He pressed a kiss to her brow. "I am going now. I will call later." He said. He looked about and spotted a man watching them intently. "Someone else wants your attentions for now." He smiled.

She watched him go. She turned and saw Mycroft there watching her.

He stepped forward, leaning on his umbrella. "Hello, sister mine."

"Mycroft." She said rising to throw the rest of her food away, but she kept the tea. She returned to him and smiled a little. "You came."

"Yes." He said. "You look like hell."

She half smiled. "I was at dinner when I found out." She took a breath. "He nearly died."

"Yes, but he is as stubborn in death as he is in life."

Tears were in her eyes, but she barked a laugh at that.

"Why are you dating a man you can barely tolerate while you are still in love with the man you married?" He paused. "Your feelings for him are fake, but at least your grief is genuine."

She blinked at him as he dropped into a seat across from her.

He smiled at her. "Or are you pretending for a greater goal?" He watched her carefully. "I am well aware my brother was shot while trying to steal papers from Magnussen for a member of parliament despite my warnings to keep away from the man." He leaned closer. "And you are dating a MP in charge of counterintelligence and one who is rumored to be working for the Chinese."

All she could do was stare at him.

He smiled disarmingly. "I could have you arrested for interfering with an MI6 investigation."

She looked at him. "You can't be serious. I…"

He lifted a hand. "However, you have gotten closer to him than any other whom I have tried to get close and as such you have a great deal of utility to me now."

"You make me sound like a whore brother."

"In a respect." He said smiling. "You work for me now."

"But…"

"No. I have been debating hiring you for more than a year now with your past…knowledge." He smiled a little more. "Congratulations."

"But I have a new exhibit and…"

"Not anymore." He said firmly. He looked at her. "You are now my underling." He rose to his feet and leaned closer. "I already have the ball moving on your clearances. We shall speak more about this later." He reached down and cupped her chin making her look up at him. "You are very good, Marion. I know you will do better than anyone else."

"So this is blackmail. Jail or work for the British Intelligence."

"You are starting to understand…"

"You are a bastard. A cold hearted bastard." She growled at him. "And you are even family."

"I am fairly certain my parents were married when I was born, but I can be very persuasive. Imagine, sister mine, what I am like to those who are not family."

She glared at him. "I hope one day you rot in hell, Mycroft. It is a good thing I love you and the rest of the family."

"I love you too, sister." He let her go and bent down and kissed her brow. "We shall speak later. For now. Remain with Sherlock, but keep learning what you can from Alexander."

"Of course…boss." She hissed as he turned away.

He smiled and walked on as she stared after him.

ZzZ

Mary was now dressed more normally hurried through the entrance and across the foyer. On her hip was Kerrin and she held the hand of Lizzy as she ran up a flight of stairs to where John was waiting for her on the landing.

"Mary." He walked to meet her at the top of the stairs.

"Hey." She adjusted Kerrin and Lizzy went and took hold of her uncle's leg. He smiled and lifted her up on his arms.

"He's only bloody woken up! He's pulled through." John said, his voice full of relief.

"Really?! Seriously?" Mary smiled. She looked at her husband. "How is Marion?"

"She is here. She stayed with him, but I was getting ready to shoo her out to go have a shower and rest."

"She has been here all night?"

"Yes." He said. "Oh, you, Mrs. Watson ..." He pointed at her, trying to look stern. "... you're in big trouble."

Mary frowned at him, looking confused.

"Really? Why?"

"His first word when he woke up?" She shook her head. "'Mary'!"

She giggled a little and he joined in with her laughter. They hugged each other tightly. "Ahh!" Over John's shoulder, her face became serious.

"Uncle John. Is daddy all right?"

"Of course, sweetheart." John said. He took Mary's free hand and they walked together toward the room.

ZzZ

Appledor

Magnussen walked downstairs from the entrance hall and went past the kitchen, into the glass-walled study. From there, he headed toward the wooden doors. He went down the spiral staircase and through the library, his fingers raised and flickering towards the shelves.

ZzZ

Sherlock was in his room now recovering. Marion looked up as she saw someone come to the door. She had been standing beside Sherlock as he looked up weakly. His eyes closed again and Marion smiled.

A drip hung on a stand beside Sherlock's bed where he laid with a nasal oxygen clip on his face. A rotary fan was on the cabinet beside his bed and the shadow of its rotating blades flickered across his face.

Marion caressed his head gently as she looked at Mary.

"You don't tell him."

Sherlock opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Sherlock?" Mary said in a sing-songy voice.

He looked up to where he can see Mary standing beside his bed. His vision of her was blurry.

"You don't tell John."

Mary looked up at Marion who was holding Sherlock's hand in hers. She nodded to her friend. There was no malice in the look, just regard.

"Look at me…and tell me you're not gonna tell him."

Sherlock looked back at his wife who hushed him and he again closed his eyes.

Mary looked back as John walked in holding the children.

"Marion. Go home. Shower. We will watch him for a while."

Marion took a breath and nodded as she realized just how tired she was. "All right." She said.

Mary took Kerrin and then held her hand to her friend. "I will get you a cab." She said brightly as Lizzy went to her mother.

Lizzy then looked at her father and lifted a hand. "Daddy."

His eyes opened a little and he blinked.

"Daddy is weak, sweetheart. We will have you talk to him later." John said softly.

Marion nodded and led Lizzy out as she followed Mary.

Outside they sighed walking in silence to the Mary's car. They got out Kerrin's car seat and strapped him in. Mary then walked Marion, who looked ready to fall over to where a taxi was waiting.

Marion looked about as Mary got the children in. The friends then regarded each other and then hugged.

"We will talk soon." Mary said.

"Yes." Marion agreed and got in. Mary watched her drive off before turning to walk back to the hospital.

ZzZ

At the rear of the Appledore archive, Magnussen was looking at a folder which has one or two photographs of Mary paper-clipped to the inside.

"Bad girl." He smiled down at the file. "Bad, bad girl." His smile widened.

He lifted the hook that had been extracted from the wall. The named Silk Road Industries was stamped on it and he smiled admiring it before he lifted another file. "It is a pleasure to see you again Miriam. So long you have been away from dealings."

He smiled and touched her picture, one of when she was younger, her hair pulled back standing beside her brother holding a large assault rifle and aiming at a target, and the other, a picture of her standing with Lord Alexander.

"Such bad girls." He said in an admiring tone. "What to do with you?"

ZzZ

More than a week later Sherlock was able to have more visitors.

Marion had been spending time with Alex and also coming to see her husband. Often he was asleep and would sit reading at his side and watch him breath, not wanting to wake him. However, today she had not come in yet.

The top of Sherlock's bed has been raised a little and now he opened his eyes. He lifted his head from the pillow with a tired sigh at the sound of rustling newspapers. He no longer has the nasal oxygen mask on having been able to not have it for a couple days.

In front of him someone was holding up the front page of a newspaper to show him. The headline of the Daily Express reads, 'SHAG-A-LOT HOLMES' and the strap-line says, 'Sherlock is as red blooded as they come, claims fiancée'

Whoever was holding the paper put it down to reveal the front page of another newspaper - the Daily Mirror, which has a red strap-line at the top reading, 'EXCLUSIVE - SHERLOCK HOLMES KISS AND TELL and a main headline saying, '7 TIMES A NIGHT IN BAKER STREET'.

The person holding the paper, who was wearing red nail varnish, lowered that paper and showed an inside page of one of the broadsheets. A large photograph of Janine smiling into the camera while wearing a deerstalker hat had an inset photo of Sherlock, and the headline read, 'He made me wear the hat'.

"I'm buying a cottage." Janine said. Sitting on one side of the bed near Sherlock's feet, she slapped the last newspaper down and smiled at him. "I made a lot of money out of you, mister."

Sherlock lifted up one of the papers and looked at it.

"Nothing hits the spot like revenge for profits." She said.

"You didn't give these stories to Magnussen, did you?" Sherlock asked tiredly.

"God, no…one of his rivals. He was spittin'!"

Sherlock grunted and smiled a little.

Janine looked at him angrily. "Sherlock Holmes, you are a back-stabbing, heartless, manipulative bastard."

Sherlock pressed the button on a remote on the bed and the top of his bed raised, pushing him into more of a sitting position. "And you…as it turns out…are a grasping, opportunistic, publicity-hungry tabloid whore."

Janine grinned then. "So we're good, then!"

"Yeah, of course." He smiled. "Where's the cottage?"

"Sussex Downs."

"Hmm, nice."

"It's gorgeous. There's beehives, but I'm getting rid of those."

Sherlock tried to push himself higher on the bed, but then gasped in pain.

"Aw, hurts, does it? Probably wanna restart your morphine. I might have fiddled with the taps."

"How much more revenge are you gonna need?" He asked looking at her. Grimacing, he reached across to a machine beside his bed and pushed a button to release a dose of morphine into the drip in his arm. The read-out showed the machine giving him almost the maximum dosage.

"Just the occasional top-up." She answered. She looked round the room. "Dream come true for you, this place. They actually attach the drugs to you!"

"Not good for working."

"You won't be working for a while, Sherl."

Sherlock sighed softly and his eyes closed a little.

"You lied to me. You lied and lied."

"I exploited the fact of our connection." He said.

"When?!"

"Hmm?"

"Just once would have been nice."

"Oh." He looked a little shifty-eyed. "I was waiting until we got married."

"That was never gonna happen!"

"Wasn't it?" Marion asked.

Both looked up at her. She had opened the door quietly and looked at them as she stood in the doorway. Lizzy was sleeping in her arms. She did not have Kerrin, but then he was too young to be asking about his father being in hospital. Lizzy was asking to see her father for days and Marion finally agreed.

Marion stepped further in and Alex stood behind her. His eyes narrowed at the sight of Sherlock as if he just then fully realized Marion wasn't kidding about him being shot.

Sherlock looked away.

Janine sighed and stood up. "Marion." She said.

"Janine." Marion said coolly.

Janine smiled. "It is good to see you."

"You as well." Marion smiled. "He hasn't been a bother has he?"

"No." Janine smiled. She turned back to Sherlock. "Got to go." She walked over and kissed him on the forehead. She then gently wiped her lipstick from his skin with her thumb. "I'm not supposed to keep you talking." She smiled and looked back at Marion and Alex. Alex had a hand on Marion's free shoulder while the other one was pushing Lizzy's hair back gently as she began to wake up. Sherlock glared at him.

Janine reached down to pick up her handbag. "And also I have an interview with The One Show and I haven't made it up yet."

Sherlock looked up to the ceiling with a soft sigh.

Janine walked to the door and then turned back. "Just one thing." The other two had stepped into the room out of her way.

He looked across to her.

"You shouldn't have lied to me. I know what kind of man you are ... but we could have been friends." Smiling at him, she turned and took hold of the door handle. She then looked back at him. "I'll give your love to John and Mary." She nodded to Marion. "Marion." She said. She reached up a hand and touched Lizzy who lifted her head. "Goodbye wee one."

She went out, closing the door behind her.

Sherlock looked toward the door thoughtfully and then looked upwards for a moment.

Lizzy looked over. "Daddy!" She cried.

"Oh hello, little duck." He smiled at her as Marion put her down.

Lizzy climbed up and then hugged him causing him to grunt and wince in pain, but he allowed it. He kissed her hair and sighed. "I love you daddy."

"I love you too." He said affectionately. "Behaving for momma?"

"Yes." She said.

"She has been doing very well actually." Marion said a little coldly. She turned to Alex. "Can you give us a few moments?" She asked.

He nodded and bent, kissing her cheek while watching Sherlock before he stepped out and went around the corner to get some tea.

Marion looked at Sherlock as she wiped her cheek. "Sherlock if you ever scare me that bad again?!"

He turns toward the morphine dispenser, and grunting in pain, pushed the button to lower the dosage. The read-out showed the level dropping back to a lower level. He released the button with a tired sigh.

He let Lizzy lie against him as he looked up at Marion. "How are you?" He asked.

She looked down at the papers on the bed and sighed as she sat down were Janine had been. "I miss you." She said honestly.

"Soon. Soon this will be over. I promise."

"There are things we need to speak of Sherlock. When you are able."

He nodded slightly. He took a breath. "Mycroft is treating you well then?"

"Of course." She smiled at him, but there was a shadow that lingered there as she looked down.

"What?"

"I am now working for him."

"You had the great exhibit you were…"

"I know. However, Mycroft found a use for me. Would be a shame to waste such an opportunity."

He made a face. "Of course."

She smiled and rose to her feet. "You need your rest." She said. "Lizzy. We need to go. Let Daddy rest."

Lizzy obediently rose and got off.

Marion gently kissed her husband's brow and then moved lower and kissed his mouth in a soft chaste kiss. "I care. Remember." She said. Then she whispered so only he could hear as Lizzy went to the door. "I love you. Die on me and I will kill you." She threatened.

He chuckled and nodded. "I love you too." He whispered back, their faces inches apart. "Good luck." He said louder.

She nodded and went back to their daughter. She opened the door and ushered her out. Lizzy waved to her father and Sherlock waved back weakly and smiled for her.

Alone he sighed. He closed his eyes ...

... and opened them in the wooden door-lined corridor of his Mind Palace. Standing up and fully dressed, including his coat, he stared intensely ahead of himself.

"You don't tell him." Mary said.

He looked along the corridor and Mary was standing a few yards away, facing him. She was wearing the clothes she had on when he first met her in the restaurant and her hair was styled the same way as it was then as well.

"You don't tell John." She said looking at him.

Sherlock started to walk towards her and the word 'Liar' appeared above her right shoulder. "So ..." He continued toward her, and many words, all saying 'Liar' swirled around her. She looked at him, apparently unperturbed, as he circled around her. "... Mary Watson. Who are you?" He completed his circle around her and turned to face her again, the words still swirling around. He looked at her for a moment and then turned and walks away, the words following him down the corridor.

"Mary Watson." Sherlock whispered.

He stopped and the words faded out and vanished.

He turned to face her ...

... and in Magnussen's flat Mary's black-gloved hand pulled the trigger on the pistol and the shell flew out of the barrel in slow motion.

In his hospital bed, his fingers steepled together on his chest and his eyes closed, Sherlock lowered his hands as the sound of the gunshot echoed in his ears.

He sighed and raised his head and tiredly opened his eyes.

ZzZ

It was the next evening.

John was leading Greg Lestrade up the stairs of the hospital. "Dunno how much sense you'll get out of him. He's drugged up, so he's pretty much babbling."

As they reached the top of the stairs and walked along the landing, he looked down at the sound of a beep and realized that Greg was doing something on his phone. "Oh, they won't let you use that in here, you know."

"No, I'm not gonna use the phone. I just wanna take a video." Greg said.

He and John grinned at each other and Greg chuckled.

Shortly afterwards John opened the door to Sherlock's room and they went inside. The bed was empty. John looked round the room, and his face filled with shock when he realized that the window blind has been pulled up and the window was open. Marion was missing as well.

"Marion is not here." Greg said looking back at John. "Is she with…"

"Maybe." John said and then looked at the window again. "Oh, Jesus."

He and Greg stared at the window, then John sighed and the two men exchanged a look.

ZzZ

Mary was on the phone. "So where would he go?"

"Oh, Christ knows. Try finding Sherlock in London." John said.

Mary lowered her phone and hung up.

She then dialed Marion.

Marion picked up. "Hello?"

"Marion?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have any idea where Sherlock is?"

"In his hospital bed where I left him."

"No he isn't."

Marion let out a small gasp. "I am going to go see Mycroft. I will text you his bolt holes."

ZzZ

John and Greg were on their way out of the hospital.

"He's got three known bolt holes ..." Greg said. They walked away from the hospital, Greg was holding his phone to his ear. "Parliament Hill, Camden Lock and Dagmar Court."

ZzZ

"Five known bolt holes." Mycroft said looking at them as they stood before his desk. He was sitting at his desk in his office at The Diogenes Club, looking down at a satellite map on his computer. The page was headed 'UGLY DUCKLING'. A note in the top right corner of the map reads, 'TARGET LOCATED. TRACKING ...' and a point on the map was highlighted. As the tracker appeared to be somewhere around Warsaw in Poland, Mycroft was apparently multi-tasking. "There's the blind greenhouse in Kew Gardens and the leaning tomb in Hampstead Cemetery." He looked up at pair and dismissively waved them away.

ZzZ

Molly was sitting in a canteen wearing her lab coat and holding a cardboard coffee cup. Some sandwiches part-wrapped in tin foil, together with a tangerine, were on the table beside her. She looked up at Marion who was watching her.

"Just the spare bedroom. ..." She then looked at her friend awkwardly. "Well ... my bedroom. We agreed he needs the space." She nodded, looking embarrassed, and took a drink from her cup.

Marion nodded. "Thank you." She said.

ZzZ

"Leinster Gardens. That's his number one bolt hole. It's top-top secret." Anderson said looking at Mary. "I don't think even Marion knows about it." He was standing with Benji in what looked like a car park or garage area.

Benji cocked her head. "He only knows about it 'cause he stalked him one night."

"Followed!"

"Followed, yeah."

Mary nodded. "All right."

ZzZ

Marion took a breath as she stood in 221B looking at John. Greg and Mrs. Hudson were in the kitchen. John was pacing.

"He knew who shot him." The other three turned to face him as he stopped walking and looked at them. He pointed to his lower chest. "The bullet wound was here, so he was facing whoever it was."

"So why not tell us?" Greg asked.

John turned around toward the window, blowing out a thoughtful breath.

"Because he's tracking them down himself." Greg said.

"Or protecting them." He looked up at Marion who was standing with her arms folded watching them.

"Protecting the shooter? Why?"

"Well, protecting someone, then. But why would he care? He's Sherlock. Who would he bother protecting?" He sat down in his armchair, then looked down at it and frowned. Looking thoughtful, he patted the arms.

"Call me if you hear anything. Don't hold out on me, John." Greg said. He turned and touched Marion's arm. "Call me, okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, right."

Greg looked round to Mrs. Hudson. "Good night, then." He then kissed Marion's cheek.

She half smiled at him and then looked back at her phone. "I will see you out. I need to go somewhere as well."

"Your husband is missing and you are leaving?" John asked her.

She looked up. "Nearly ex-husband." She said. "Excuse me."

"Oh ..." Mrs. Hudson said. She walked over toward the living room door as Greg and Marion left.

John stroked the arms of his chair with his thumbs, frowning down.

"Bye, then." She said to Marion who waved. She turned back to John and looked at him worried. "John? Need a cuppa." She walked into the kitchen and John shifted in his chair so that he could half-turn toward her.

"Mrs. Hudson ..." He cleared his throat. "... wh-why does Sherlock think that I'll be moving back in here?"

"Oh, yes, he's put your chair back again, hasn't he?"

"Huh." He sat back in the chair again, still looking at it thoughtfully.

"That's nice!" She had picked up the kettle and now walked closer to him. "Looks much better."

John's gaze fell on the small table to the right of his chair. There were two books on it and in front of them was an ornate glass bottle, shaped like a crescent moon. He frowned at it.

"John, what's wrong? Tell me." She asked.

John's gaze was now fixed on the bottle.

"John?"

John looked away from the bottle, turning his head toward the window. A phone started to buzz repeatedly.

" That's your phone, isn't it?" She walked across the room to pick up the phone from the dining table. She looked at the screen and turned back. "It's Sherlock, John. It's Sherlock." She held out the phone to him, but John was still gazing toward the window. He turned his head to look at the bottle again. "John! You have to answer it!"

But John can't tear his eyes away from the bottle, a bottle of perfume. The name of the perfume was Claire de la Lune.

ZzZ

Marion walked into Alex's office in his grand estate. He looked up at her as he leaned against his desk. Before him were two large men holding a smaller man between them. The smaller man was on his knees and bloody.

Marion gasped a little and then stopped.

"It is all right my dear. It is just a rat."

"A rat?" she asked.

"Yes. This is Mr. Turner. He is a mole. Or at least I believe he is."

"A mole?"

"He has been taking secrets from my counterintelligence office."

"Oh!" she said.

He smiled and beckoned her over. "He won't hurt you love. Come here."

She came to him and took his hand. "He looks like a guy from IT."

"Exactly so, my dear." He looked at her. He leaned to her. "I have heard you are a master of Krav Maga." He looked at her. "We were just discussing Mr. Turner's options."

"In regards to what?" She asked.

"What side he really is on."

"Side?"

"If he is a mole as I suspect he is, he is telling secrets to the wrong people."

Marion looked at Mr. Turner and moved. "Perhaps he needs a woman's touch." She smiled at Alex. She looked back at Mr. Turner. "Are you a mole Mr. Turner?"

"No." He said weakly.

She searched his face as she reached down and undid her blouse with one hand. She let it fall open revealing her bra and ample cleavage. "Are you sure?"

He looked down, his eyes riveted on her breasts and then his eyes snapped up. "Yes."

She smiled more and released her hair.

He stared at her and she smiled at him, leaning closer and whispered in his ear. "Do you tell things to bad people?"

He moaned as she let her lips rest against his ear. The man was clearly very turned on and was very much a man who had not been laid in a while if ever. "Yes." He whispered.

She nodded and moved so her breast touched his cheek. "What did you tell them?"

He shivered. "That…that…we needed…more…" He could not say anymore.

Marion looked up at Alex who had straightened. She smiled and nodded a little before she turned and back handed the man. He slumped, nearly unconscious blood oozing from his nose and lip. The thugs dropped him and he landed on the floor with a grunt.

Marion turned back to Alex who looked at her, his eyes smoldering. "You really should do better with your tests Alex. This one was nothing." She said regarding him.

"Christ I have never been more turned on in my life." He growled.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well played, my love." He looked up. "You two. Take him out of here."

Marion turned and kicked the man savagely in the stomach for good measure. "That is for kissing my breast without my permission." She hissed.

The men dragged the smaller man away and shut the door.

Alex pulled her to him. "I have never wanted so much to fuck you in all my time with you."

She lifted a hand. "Not until I am divorced, Alex. We agreed."

He took a breath and cursed before pulling her to him to kiss her deeply. She gasped startled, but allowed it. He pulled back looking at her. "I will have you on this desk before the year is out or I will kill your husband myself to have you."

"Careful, I do not want to hear of such plans." She said good naturedly.

He chuckled. "God." He rubbed his hands on his face. "Care for a drink?"

"I suppose, but I really must get back to Lizzy and Kerrin."

"About them. I wanted to have them over soon." He said pouring her a drink.

She took it and looked at him. "If you think it is wise. Lizzy loves her father. I am not sure she is ready for another."

"I need to make progress with her to continue with you, Marion." He said.

She nodded and drank the shot down, letting the smoky heat burn all the way down to her stomach. She sighed and regarded him. "This is true."

He came over and put his hand on her hip while he bent and kissed her again. She sighed and allowed it.

Her phone chimed.

He stood back and smiled. "Hummm saved by your children."

"Yes. Addy says Kerrin has a fever." She said.

He nodded. "Go on."

She leaned up and kissed him. "Thank you."

"I do love you. Remember that."

"I know Alex. I know."

"Go on. Sick children are not good." He said.

She walked out of the house and got into a cab down the street. She got out at a drug store that was still open, thankfully. She went in and bought some children's medicine. She looked up at the cashier station and saw a dark car. She narrowed her eyes and point back to the loo.

The lady nodded. "Yes that way."

Marion nodded and went back. She then saw the window in the bathroom. She put her purse and the drugs out. She then climbed up and through the window, scratching her back a bit. She hissed in pain, but then picked up her purse and the bag and walked half a block before signaling a cab.

She then got in and looked at her phone.

"Where to Miss?"

"221B Baker Street."

The man nodded.

She looked at her cell phone.

Baker Street. Now. SH Was all Sherlock had sent.

She sent no reply.

She would come…

…And he knew it.