MARIA - A Sherlock Fanfic

Musings

“Have fun?” John asked, looking up from his newspaper as Sherlock entered the room.

“Lots,” Sherlock replied sarcastically. John chuckled and went back to reading. Sherlock frowned and got out his violin. He needed something to help him think over and the violin always seemed to help. He began playing what John considered to be his favourite piece. John believed that, because of the repetition of the song, Sherlock was ‘in love’ with the piece. Sherlock continued playing, and musing on the ‘Maria’ case Mycroft had given him. It seemed to be an interesting one, especially if Mycroft was stumped. He allowed himself a small smile as he looked out the window. Poor Mycroft. His smile slipped. Hopefully the ‘Maria’ character would appear soon. He was bored. How long would it be before she struck? Assuming she would even strike. Mycroft hadn’t been certain. Those photos could be a distraction. He continued to play, his fingers dancing over the strings. Thinking more on the photographs, he wondered. This Maria, whomever it be, had managed to find Moriarty and take a photo of him. This was no idle distraction. Whoever had done this was proving their worth. “Look at me,” they seemed to say, “I know how to get to two of the most powerful men in Britain.” Maria, whoever it is, was a show off. He changed the tune he was playing. Unless, of course, Moriarty was playing another one of his games. He could have easily taken photos of Mycroft and himself, and it wasn’t as if Sherlock was hard to find. John had made sure of that. Sherlock was unsure though, it didn’t seem to be Moriarty’s type of game. He changed tune again. Besides, the lipstick? The name Maria? Especially written all over the world. Moriarty wasn’t the type to focus outside of his domain. And currently, his domain was Britain. To go sightseeing as this Maria figure had was clearly out of the question, but Sherlock couldn’t rule out the idea that Maria worked for or with Moriarty. That would explain how she or he was able to photograph Moriarty. That would not, however, explain why she, or he, had sent the photo to Mycroft. What would Maria gain from it? What would Moriarty gain from it? Surely he didn’t expect them to unite against a common foe. Sherlock began another piece, and focused back on the name. MARIA. An acronym. He frowned. He would need more information to fill in the blanks if it was such. Or a name. Maria. A very common name, over many different cultures. Most commonly a girl’s name, but could sometime be male. There was nothing to gain from the name. So he had nothing. He felt the smile work its way back onto his face. Finally, a challenge.