Slowly she put down the phone, she held her breath and did all but run to her bedroom and cried. She cried, more than she'd like to admit. Hennery left her alone, he'd tried enough times to know it was useless to try to comfort her in this state. Her heart ached, keeping her awake long into that night, she wanted to be tired, to torture herself, wear herself down but her body betrayed her and she slept, for a few hours at least. As the morning reached her, her sleep deprived mind created a stupid plan, desperate and alone she decided to run.

At seven that morning she, without any forethought, lept from her bed and bolted out the front door, without a thing in her possession except the clothes on her back, before she made it ten metres outside the perimeter of the house, she was tazed by one of the many guards surrounding the house and the electric current seared through her veins and left her passed out on the ground.

...

"You've got to stop doing that" Hennery said, rousing Maryn from her forcefully induced sleep.

"I need out" she croaked, unable to raise her head, Hennery passed her a glass of water, she hesitantly drank it "I can't live here anymore"

"Maryn, you're safe with me" Hennery explained

"I'm trapped with you!" she yelled as best she could "And why would you hire those stupid guards? They're not doing anything for me"

"I didn't hire them, he did and they keep you here" He explained

"I don't want to be here!" she yelled at him "I want to be with him!"

"You'll die if you're with him!" he yelled back.

"I don't care anymore" she cried covering her face with her hands.

"He'll die" Hennery reminded her

She recoiled.

"Fine, you win" she said, Hennery left her alone once again.

She cried for the next couple hours.

...

"We have to go" John decided

"John-" started Sherlock

"SHERLOCK" John yelled, then took a moment to compose himself "You know where they are, I know you do"

"John" said Sherlock softly "We can't"

"Can't? Or won't?" spat John angrily

"It's dangerous, I won't put us in unnecessary danger" Sherlock said with finality

"Unnecessary?" whispered John dangerously.

"You're little romance is not more important than our safety"

"She's more than that!"

"She's a child"

"You're one to talk"

"John, you're being irrational"

"You're being an asshole"

"She's just a girl!"

That was when John punched him, it wasn't a light punch either, no this was the kind of punch that breaks a jaw...or a cheekbone, in any case, Sherlock had to go to the hospital. Sherlock assumed that John apologized for hitting him, but it could have very well been a muttered "Piss off".

It wasn't until the two of them got home that Sherlock handed John a piece of paper, on it was an address.

"What do I do with this?" asked John

"You're the one who wanted to find her so bad" sighed Sherlock holding his newly wrapped up face.

John looked at the paper more intently "This is in Ireland" he observed

"Yes, bravo John!" said Sherlock sarcastically "Now are you going to go?"

"No" John paused, Sherlock raised an eyebrow at him "We are" Sherlock groaned

"John! I don't even care about her!" he whined

"Yes, you do" he said, dragging Sherlock to his feet, ignoring the winces he was giving him due to his 'Minor injury' as John called it. "And we are going right now, get your things"

There was continued arguing but in the end John got his way, which was unusual all on it's own, the two of them departed on a train going to Ireland, and sat in silence for most of the way, though Sherlock did manage to remind John a few dozen times that this was a trap and would get them killed, John pretended not to hear him. John was not thinking of anything but that he needed to make sure she was safe, that he needed to keep her away from danger and make sure she was happy and well.

Sherlock never liked Ireland, just as no one in Ireland liked him, after all he was from England. After the painful journey to get directions from someone that wouldn't immediately walk in the other direction after hearing their accents, they found a cab that would drive them, reluctantly to where they needed to go. Actually, this cab could only take them to the edge of where they needed to go, there was a path leading down into the woods, and then out into what the driver described as a huge estate covering over one hundred and fifty acres.

Sherlock and John walked down the path, which took more than fifteen minutes to reach the end of, it opened into a huge piece of land seemingly cut off from the rest of the world. There was a large rustic house sitting in the middle of that field, but that's not what they were looking at, what they saw, was a fairly large army of guards placed strategically around the estate, whom luckily had not noticed them yet. Also was a swing hanging from a tree, holding none other than the person they were so desperate to find.

She noticed them, not right away, but she saw the corner of a coat that could only belong to one person. She didn't know exactly how she was to approach this, she knew she was always specifically watched and if she tried to get to them, she would be followed by a bat and a taser. Damn, why did they come here? Did Sherlock not realize what her brother was doing? God they're stupid.

"She's there Sherlock" John whispered to Sherlock.

"Don't do anything stupid, we need to approach this rationally" warned Sherlock.

"Sherlock, John" They heard a voice behind them, they turned around to see Hennery giving them a stony, disapproving expression.

"Hennery" Growled John, Hennery ignored his hostility.

"Follow me" he said simply leading the boys through the courtyard, past Maryn and into the house, once Maryn saw what was happening she jumped up and tried to run to them, but was once again held back by guards.

"But I'm not even trying to run away!" she cried "John!"

"Don't look back" ordered Hennery, John didn't, he couldn't risk anything at this point, and he needed to see her again, be with her again.

...

The three of them sat down at the kitchen table, silence hugged them. John looked nervously at Sherlock whom hadn't taken his eyes of Hennery.

"You shouldn't have come here" said Hennery gravely.

"We had to" said John

"No we didn't" interjected Sherlock.

"The point is, he will come now, the point of all this was to draw you here, to Maryn, to kill you, once in for all" explained Hennery.

"I want to see her" said John

"I'm afraid that's impossible" said Hennery

"Bullshit" retorted John.

Just then, the doors to the kitchen burst open and there she was, wide eyed, and even looked stunned at herself for what she had just done.

"John" she said

"Maryn" he said in return.

"I missed you" she chocked back tears

"I missed you to" he said to her, he stood up and walked towards her, throwing his arms around her.

"And I missed you" a voice rang from the doorway

"Moriarty" Sherlock said.