Dear John,

I'm safe. I'm with Hennery. Don't come looking for me.

Sincerely,

Maryn Moriarty

That was it, that was the letter John had been promised, the letter proving that she was safe, that she was alive and healthy. This was the letter he received two weeks after blacking out in the black tunnels and waking up in his flat. These were her last words to him, three emotionless sentences, no sentiment, no indication of any feelings whatsoever, direct and to the point. Sherlock thought it was well written.

How could she do this to him? It was her handwriting, no one had forged this letter, those were her words, those were the words she used to say goodbye. And what did she mean she was with Hennery? Living with him, travelling with him...with him? What did that mean! John was not doing well, he had not moved forward at all since finding himself staring at the ceiling of his old flat. Sherlock dived straight back into his work, tracking Moriarty, studying the crimes, play the game. Only now that game no longer included Maryn Moriarty.

John wondered if Sherlock cared at all. He had thought he did, thought that she meant even the littlest bit to Sherlock but he hadn't mentioned her once since the blackout. She was gone. John hadn't accepted that, he wasn't when or if he would. He wanted to find her, to talk to her, to demand an explanation for that damned letter!

John walking into the living room, Sherlock was pouring over the internet and seemingly random newspapers.

"Sherlock" said John.

"No" Sherlock responded

"No?"

"No we are not going to look for her"

John sighed "But Sherlock"

"The letter said not to"

"You never listened to her when she was around, why now!" asked John.

"We're not going" repeated Sherlock.

"I'm going"

"Yes fine! Wander the streets of London aimlessly, please be my guest" Sherlock said sarcastically.

In fact, that's just what John did, for weeks that's what he did. Relentlessly in pursuit of the disappearing and reappearing girl, of course there had been a little less reappearing lately. He left early in the morning and returned late at night, there was only so much Sherlock could take of John destroying himself before he intervened.

"You need to stop this" Sherlock stood in front of the doorway one morning preventing John from exiting.

"I can't" muttered John "I need to find her"

Sherlock pursed his lips "What if...hypothetically...I had a sort of way to contact her"

There was a flash and John had grasped Sherlock by his collar and slammed him into the wall behind him stunning Sherlock.

"What" growled John.

"Not her number, but I have Hennery's" Sherlock said with, if John didn't know any better he'd say a slight edge of panic in his voice "John let me down"

John did, still glaring at Sherlock.

"It's for emergencies" Sherlock explained.

"WHAT KIND OF EMERGENCIES!" John yelled

"In case I found Moriarty again, he wanted to set the necessary precautions to protect Maryn" Sherlock continued.

"I could protect her"

"Hennery thinks you'd just get her killed"

"Well I don't give a damn what Hennery thinks! Now give me the number!"

"John-"

"The number!"

"I really think-"

"GIVE ME THE GODDAMN NUMBER"

"Fine"

Sherlock handed John a piece of paper with a single phone number on it, John pulled out his phone and dialled as quickly as he could.

He waited

One ring

Two rings

"Hello?" it was Hennery

"Hennery!" John said sounding a bit angrier than intended, or maybe it was intended.

"John how did you get this number"

"Never mind how I got it! Let me talk to her" John demanded

"John I can't let you do that" Hennery's voice was calm and rational, an interesting contrast to John's.

"And why not?"

"Because she doesn't want to talk to you, she told me she never wants to talks to you again"

"I don't believe you" John deadpanned

"Here, give it to me" he heard a female voice in the background and then the shuffling transfer of a phone from one hand to another "John?"

"Maryn" John breathed.

"Please don't call her again. Don't attempt to contact me, find me or have any association with me. I never wish to see or talk to you again. Goodbye"

She hung up.

A/N: Okay I know it's short I'm just not sure if anyone is interested in this story anymore, also this is showing that I'm still interested in continuing. This story is long overdue for an ending don't you think. I really need to wrap it up or it'll just keep going on forever. Anyway please review and let me know what you think.