John woke up in the morning forgetting where he was, it was quite a start for him to wake up in a place so unfamiliar, though he supposes that he should be used to surprising living with Sherlock. He took his time getting up, it was 7:30, and he hadn't fallen asleep until 2:00 AM. He walked over to the small closet adjacent to his bed. Inside he found an assortment, of shirts, pants, shoes ect… everything was either duplicates of what he already owned or was things he would've worn if he owned. He thought for a moment that Maryn's 'people' had raided his closet but he quickly saw that they were all new. He got dressed and went to the washroom connected to his room and entered the hallway.
The house was quiet but he heard muffled voices downstairs, he took his time getting down the stairs, and looked to his right, an elegant dining room greeted him. Sherlock and Maryn were sitting at one of the tables, on opposite sides of each other. They weren't happy.
"You don't know what you're talking about" she hissed at him, Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Hello" John interrupted, both Maryn and Sherlock turned to look at him, Maryn smiled, Sherlock's expression didn't change.
"Hello" said Maryn, Sherlock nodded as if that was his greeting as well.
"What's going on here?" asked John, Maryn turned back to Sherlock and glared.
"She's just mad that I knew how many hours she slept" said Sherlock, waving it off as a frivolous topic.
"No, you didn't! You're wrong, I slept longer than that!" she said.
"You slept less than John and he was up until two in the morning!" he countered.
"How did you-? Oh, never mind" said John, sitting down at the four person table; a waiter came out with coffee while Sherlock and Maryn continued to argue.
"I slept 7 hours!" she said stubbornly.
"You slept three" he said
"Fine then, Sherlock! Tell me, why you think I slept three hours!" she said.
"Gladly" he said "Well first of all let's look at your face. You're wearing minimal make-up right now, yet there is an obvious amount below your eyes. Foundation, concealer and powder as well as you had splashed cold water on your face when you got up hoping to minimize the effect; your hair is still wet around your forehead because of that. You have moved your position very little in this entire time we've been down here on the plane when we were talking you were very expressive with your body actions, your voice is expressive now but you've barely moved" he spoke quickly and with determination.
"Sherlock-" John tried to intervene.
"Hold on John, I'll be with you in a minute. You've sat on the side of the table that's out of the light, coincidence? Hm, maybe or you were trying to avoid the attention from your eyes in which the circles under them would become more prominent in the light. Those of course would only help me in knowing that you were tired as for the exact hour: You're room is right next to mine, you got up at six and were crying until three"
Maryn stood up; she looked at both Sherlock and John, and then walked out of the dining. John gave Sherlock a disapproving look.
"What?" asked Sherlock, John stood up a followed Maryn. She sat in the parlor on an old couch that had recently been dusted; Sherlock could've told you that. Maryn sat still, her hands were on her lap and she was staring at them, trying to keep her composure, her facial expression didn't change when John sat down next to her.
"I'm sorry about Sherlock" said John
"Why? It's not your fault" she said, her voice was steady and didn't waver at all.
"Well, sometimes Sherlock can be-" John started
"I know how Sherlock can be, I know both of you" she said rubbing her face with her hands. She sighed and looked up at the honest face of John Watson "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" he asked genuinely concerned. She opened her mouth to say something but before she could there was a very loud, very distinct knock at the door. Maryn's face changed quite suddenly into a look of horror.
"Oh my god" she said her eyes widening. She stood up in a panic but looked as if she didn't know where to go, she first closed the door to the parlor so the person outside the door couldn't here them.
"What? What is it?" asked John.
"You. John. Sherlock. Where is Sherlock" she spit out her words in a frazzled mess not exactly knowing what she was saying. "SHERLOCK!"
The knock sounded again.
"It could only be him, no one else knows of this place" she muttered to herself.
"What's going on?" asked John.
"He's here" Sherlock opened the door and walked in closing it behind him.
"Yes Sherlock, I know!" she snapped "You guys. Upstairs, go to one of your rooms, don't make a sound! Do you understand?"
"Can someone tell me what's going on?" asked John.
"Moriarty's at the door" said Sherlock
"Wait, how do you know?" asked John.
"CAN WE PLEASE DISCUS THE DEDUCTIONS LATER?" yelled Maryn, Sherlock and John flinched before leaving the room together and going upstairs.
The knock sounded a third time.
"Mary! I know you're in there" Moriarty called in a sing-song voice.
Maryn took a moment to compose herself before opening the door to her brother.
"Hello Jim" she smiled
"Mary" he said, she flinched, "What took you so long?"
"I was upstairs" she lied; he gave her a look of disbelief.
"You can lie to anyone but me. And perhaps Sherlock Holmes." He looked around the hotel-like building. "Haven't been here in a while, how long would you say it's been? Three years? Such a shame that we never kept it going" Maryn shrugged.
"Well we all know whose fault that was!" she said angrily
"Watch your temper Mary" he said, she sighed, calming down.
"what are you doing here?" she asked.
"Wondering what you're doing here" he said.
"How did you know I was here?" asked Maryn.
"Please, I traced your cell phone, I have to know where my baby sister is at all times" he said.
"I just needed to get away" she lied again; this was a lie Moriarty seemed to accept. "Any luck with Sherlock?"
"No!" he said angrily "I don't know how they could have escaped!"
"Well, I'll help you once I'm done with my… vacation" she said, Morairty smiled slightly .
"Well good, I need my technical support" he said, he noticed her hands fidgeting "Looks like you need your computers as well, you know where to find me. Ciao!" he left the bed and breakfast.
Maryn put her hand on her heart feeling her pulse slow down. She had a hard time dealing with her brother in normal situations, now she was having a hard time staying her on her feet. She made her way upstairs and knocked on the closed door of Sherlock's room, she entered without consent. Sherlock was standing but John was sitting on the bed looking at the floor
"He's gone" she said simply.
"So, you're his technical support" said John bitterly
"John I-" she started.
"How much did you help him with us?" he asked standing to face her, she didn't respond "That's what I thought" John brushed past Maryn and walked out into the hallway.
"What do you do when he's mad at you?" she asked Sherlock.
"Pick up the milk"
A/N: Another chapter finished, a little longer than my other one's just because it took a little longer. Thanks for reading and please review and tell me what you think!
