Loving a Holmes

Hotel Cecil

It had been about a few months since Mary had drugged Sherlock and I, and had gone on the run from Ajay. She had written a letter to John explaining to him why she had to leave him and Rosie, but that she would be back as soon as she could. Sherlock and I had to keep reminding John that he know something like this could happen with Mary's past and we were all to blame for not asking to hear the whole truth when we had first found out she was an ex-agent. I had just gotten back from dropping Rosie off at Molly's after being told that she would be watching her for a few days when I get back to the flat John tells me that he had tagged the memory stick before Mary took it.

"What do you mean you put a tracker in the thumb drive?" I question.

"Exactly what I said, I put a tracker in the drive." Sherlock in forms me rather matter of factly.

"Okay, so we know where Mary is, when do we leave?" I look over to Sherlock.

"In a few hours. So we need to get moving. Madison, did you pack a suitcase for John like I asked you when you met Molly at the flat?"

"Yeah, of course." I hold up the small suitcase Sherlock had texted me to pack when I was on my way to John's flat.

"Perfect, I've packed ours, let's go." Sherlock rushes to the door and grabs the two suitcases by the door. John and I look at each other a little confused before following him. John takes his suitcase from me as we head out the door and make our way to the airport. We end up in Morocco and make our way through a marketplace into the Hotel Cecil and check-in. "Madison, you and John go upstairs and get things put in the room and then come back downstairs. Mary will be here shortly."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, now please, go."

John and I sigh before going upstairs and quickly heading back down, however, when we get back we can hear Mary's voice from the first room. "No, I mean how did you find me?"

"I'm Sherlock Holmes."

"No, really though, how? Every movement I made was entirely random; every new personality just on the roll of a dice!"

"Mary, no human action is ever truly random. An advanced grasp of the mathematics of probability mapped onto a thorough apprehension of human psychology and the known dispositions of any given individual can reduce the number of variables considered. I myself know of at least fifty-eight techniques to refine this seemingly infinite array of randomly generated possibilities down to the smallest number of feasible variables. But they're really difficult, so instead I just... stuck a tracer on the inside of the memory stick."

"Oh, you bastard!" Mary chuckles.

"I know, but your face."

"The mathematics of probability?!"

"You believed that."

"Feasible variables!"

"Yes. I started to run out about then."

"In the memory stick!"

At this point, John walks out of the doorway to the stairs. "Yeah, that was my idea."

Mary turns to look at him. He looks back at her straight-faced and her smile slowly drops. "What did you two leave Maddie back in London?"

I step forward. "Please, like I'd let them do that when they're coming after my best friend."

She smiles at me before taking off her dark wig and scarf she had been wearing to hide her blonde hair. It doesn't take long for night falls outside, and the call to prayer can be heard. John is sitting on the corner of the low table while Mary stands in front of him, and I am sitting next to Sherlock at the small table in the room. "AGRA?"