The car pulled into a large house, similar to the bed and breakfast but it was just a house, well a mansion really. It had two floors and was elegantly designed. Maryn's face lit up when she saw the place, before they could even pull into the driveway a tall, muscular, tan, dark haired man walked out to greet the car. He stood there smiling, waiting for them.

"A gift from you I presume?" asked Sherlock, Maryn shot him a dirty look.

"Be quiet Sherlock" she hissed.

"What is he talking about?" asked John.

"The house John" Sherlock said dully.

"Sherlock, could you please be nice to him, he is trying to help you" she said, picking at her nails.

"So that's Hennery?" asked John.

"Obviously" muttered Sherlock.

"He's…" John trailed off not exactly knowing how to finish his sentence.

"I know, he really likes to work out, we used to run together" she said, getting out of the car. John sat with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Coming John?" asked Sherlock getting out of the car, John snapped out of it, and made his way out of the car.

"Right, of course" he mumbled.

"Hennery!" she called out joyously, running towards him and throwing his arms around him, he returned the hug enthusiastically.

She pointed to the John and Sherlock walking up behind her "That's John and Sherlock"

Sherlock quickly shook hands and moved away, John also shook his hand. Maryn and Sherlock both smirked as they noticed the immense height difference; Hennery was taller than Sherlock making him…a lot taller than John. Though John was intimidated his military training allowed him not to show of course Sherlock noticed.

"Alright, we should get you all inside" he said, his voice was an English-Irish accent mix, it was a happy deep voice.

The four of them entered the large house; it was designed similarly as the bed and breakfast, uncannily so. This confirmed Sherlock's suspicion that it was a gift from the Moriarty family. There were differences though; it was designed like a house rather than a hotel format. The house was dirty though, there was no staff there nor any evidence that there had ever been staff there, the furniture was old and worn and the walls peeling.

"So we have two extra bedrooms, I assume you two will want to stay in the same one?" he referred to Sherlock and John, Maryn smiled.

"No, we're not a couple" sighed John, tired of saying the same thing over and over again.

"Oh, well Maryn you can sleep in my room, I have a large bed, It can fit two" said Hennery.

"Oh are you sure I could just sleep on the couch" she said.

"I'll sleep on the couch, Maryn can have my room" offered John not wanted to be rude, Sherlock gave John a curious look.

"Oh no John, you need to rest properly we'll be leaving tomorrow" she said waving off his proposal.

"I insist Maryn, just sleep with me" said Hennery.

"Oh alright" she smiled at her old friend.

The three had a late dinner in the dining room most of them were starving, one was not.

"So, who is Hennery?" asked John.

"He used to be employed to her brother until she helped him fake his death, this house was demolished. Nor Hennery nor this house legally exists. He can't afford the upkeep of this house, after all he is only a construction worker, his new name is Jacob Michaels, a respected construction worker in this small town" Sherlock said quickly.

"Ok, you have to explain that to me" said John, Sherlock smiled.

"His arm, the forearms are tanned but above that is lighter, I saw when he shook my hand. His truck was in the open garage, filled with supplies that only a construction worker would have. He can't afford to keep this house nice on that kind of salary that explains that state of the house. So, how did he afford the house in the first place? A gift. From who? Well he must have a rich friend or friends. The Moriarty family, he must have done a favor for him, but you can never really leave Moriarty's service, he came to Maryn, his friend. With her tech skills she managed to help him fake his death and news about demolishing the house. The mail is addressed to Jacob Michaels, any more questions?"

"Brilliant" said John.

"Obvious" said Maryn "Well, I should be going to bed, Hennery is probably already asleep" John flinched

"Goodnight John" she smiled lopsidedly "Sherlock" she nodded at him.

After Maryn had left Sherlock asked John a question that was puzzling him.

"Why does that bother you?" asked Sherlock.

"What?" asked John shoving the last few bites of his dinner in his mouth.

"Her, sleeping with Hennery" he said

"It doesn't" lied John.

"You're not a very good liar John" Sherlock looked at him waiting for an answer.

"I just don't think they should sleep together, I mean in the same bed, if they aren't together" said John shrugging.

"Really, that's why it bothers you?" Sherlock was not convinced, John nodded.

"Fine, but we both know that you'd rather sleep on the couch tonight" Sherlock gave him a half-smile and went upstairs to his room.

The next day, the trio met in the entrance way ready to depart. Maryn looked disheveled but was doing a good job to hide her lack of sleep. Hennery walked them out to the driveway where the driver from yesterday waited ready to take them to a new location.

Hennery and Maryn whispered together, moved away from John and Sherlock.

"You're too good for him" Hennery whispered.

"You don't even know him!" Maryn said angry.

"I know the type, don't try to get involved, it won't work out" he warned.

"Oh shut up Hennery" she said.

"It never works out with people who have trust issues" he shook his head.

"You don't know what you're taking about!" shouted Maryn walking back over to John and Sherlock.

She attempted to calm herself down as she joined the two boys.

"What was all that about?" asked John.

"Nothing, just stuff he doesn't understand" she sighed "We should go"

"Oh, alright" he said.

Sherlock and John sat in the back while Maryn in the front, the drove into town. They had no idea what would be waiting for them.

A/N: And done. Not my favorite chapter by far, but I have to build up to what I have planned for later! Please review, it seriously helps. thanks.