John’s eyes widened. “Mori-”
“-arty, yes John. We all see him. Please be quiet.”
John glared at his friend, but fell silent.
“I’ve been watching you,” Moriarty drawled. “Quite a case you got. Maria.”
“Indeed,” Sherlock said, leaning against the car. “You know her?”
“Here and there,” he replied. “Now, come in. You must be cold.”
Sherlock strode past Moriarty into the house. John sighed and followed him. There was no way he was leaving Sherlock alone with Moriarty. Who knew what could happen?
Sherlock came in and sat on a nice couch in the center of the room. There were two seats – a white couch facing a red armchair- and that was all the furniture there was in the room. It reminded John of the place where he first met Mycroft – dark and desolate.
John joined Sherlock on the couch, and Moriarty took the armchair.
“So,” Sherlock said, leaning forward with a light in his eyes. “What do you know about Maria?”
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MARIA - A Sherlock Fanfic
FanficMARIA. All over the world, at various crime scenes, the name MARIA has been scrawled on the mirrors. And now she's moved on to London. Tuesday, Mycroft receives three photographs in the mail. Each have the word MARIA scrawled on them in lipstick. O...
