"Turns out we have to push back the case for later, love. Mycroft is visiting." Marie rolled her eyes, not rally in the mood put up with the boys bickering.
30 minutes later, Marie was reading the papers, and Sherlock was resting his head on Marie's lap while she played with his hair. Mycroft walked in, and the pair turned to him.
"Hello, Mycroft." Marie sounded annoyed by his presence.
"Why hello, dear, Sherlock." Mycroft nodded at Sherlock, and he rolled his eyes. Sherlock quickly jumped up, which startled Marie.
20 minutes later, the boys sat playing board games, and Marie sat on the couch upside down.
"All very interesting, Sherlock, but the terror alert has been raised to Critical." Marie deduced the boys as they played chess, and figured out what they were going to move next.
"Boring. Your move."
"We have solid information. An attack is coming." Mycroft was trying to work on Sherlock, but it wasn't working.
"Solid information? A secret terrorist organizations planning an attack- thats what secret terrorist organizations do, isn't it? Its their version of golf." Marie laughed a bit to herself, and he smiled shortly at her, then turned back to Mycroft.
"An agent gave his life to tell us that." Marie could tell that Mycroft was tarting to also get annoyed.
"Oh, well, perhaps he shouldn't have done that. He was obviously just trying to show off." Sherlock scoffed, and Marie rolled her eyes.
"None of these markers of yours is behaving in any way suspiciously?" Mycroft looks down again, making his next move on the chess board.
"No, Mycroft, but you have to trust me. I'll find the answer. It'll be an odd phrase in an online blog, or an unexpected trip to the countryside, or a misplaced Lonely Hearts add." Sherlock moved his piece, accordingly to Marie's thoughts.
"Ive given the Prime Minister my assurance that you're on the case."
"I am on the case. We're both on the case. Look at us right now." He winked at Marie, then once again turned back to Mycroft. Marie laughed when Mycroft wasn't paying attention, and 'accidentally' knocked down down some of the pieces.
"Oopsy!" Sherlock teased, getting a look out of him.
"Don't be smart." Mycroft scolded.
"That takes me back. 'Don't be smart, Sherlock. Im the smart one'" Sherlock said in a little boy voice.
Throughout the rest of the day, Sherlock and Marie had solved some very simple cases about bank accounts, pen pals, and skeleton mysteries.
"I know a good fish and chips place down the road, do you want to go, Mrs.Detective?" Sherlock held Marie by her waist, and started to flirt with Marie, which was a rare sight.
"Of course, Mr.Detective." He pecked her on the lips, and took her by the hand, and led her out of the abandoned building.
The pair picked up their fish and chips, then made their way back to 221B.
"After we are done eating, I have to go 'out'" Sherlock said turning to Marie.
"Where do you need to go, love? Am I not invited?" Marie teased, getting a smile out of Sherlock.
"Im just going to get more clothes. Well, more like new equipment. It would bore you." Sherlock finished his food, and started to get his jacket on. Marie stood up and walked over to the detective.
"I love you. Be safe." She kissed him, and he smiled into it.
"I love you too. Just phone if you need anything." He walked out of the flat, and left Marie by herself.
25 minutes later, she heard the door downstairs barge open, and she immediately recognized the voice.
"Marie! Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson was making a fuss about who she was.
"Mary? Is everything alright?" Marie watched as Mary rushed in, and pulled out her phone.
"I think someone has John. Look, I got this text. I thought it might have just been spam, but I was wrong. Its a skip code." Mary explained, as Marie studied the text.
"Save John watson. Saint James the Less." Marie dropped her chips, and ran out of the flat with Mary. They stopped a motor cyclist, and got on. They rushed through the fastest routes, until they saw a pile of wood go up in flames.
"Oh my god..." Marie said as she quickly turned the corner, and the pair flung off the bike, and run over to pile of burning wood.
"John!" Mary yelled, as Marie stripped apart the pile of wood, then dragged John out.
~The Next Day~
Marie sat in Johns seat, as Sherlocks parent rambled on.
"You know, Marie, I thought we would never see you again. Poor Sherlock didn't know what to do with himself after everything." Marie nodded, and she could tell that Sherlock was getting bored.
"So, If I deduced correctly, you and Sherlock are together now?" Marie rolled her eyes, along with Sherlock. "The way my boy looks at you... He's never looked at anyone like that before." Marie turned to Sherlock and smiled, and he blushed.
"And you, Marie, are perfect for him. Your father and I, Sherlock, always said that you two would be together one day." All four turned to the door when John walked in, and looked surprised.
"John!" Both Marie and Sherlock said in unison.
"Sorry- You're busy." Sherlock quickly got up, and started ushering his parents out of the room quickly.
"Er, no- no- no, they were just leaving."
"Oh, were we?" Sherlock pushed his father to the door as well.
"Yes." Marie laughed a bit and Sherlock playfully scowled at her.
"No, no, if you've got a case.."
"No, not a case, no-no-no. Go. Bye." The door was stopped when his mothers foot jammed in it. For about a minute more, there were small whispers. Sherlock slammed the door, and then turned back to John.
"Sorry about that." Sherlock sat back down in his seat, across from Marie. Marie got up, and walked into the kitchen and started the kettle.
"No, its fine. Clients?" He walked over to his chair and sat down, putting his gloves on the side table.
"Just my parents.." Sherlock hesitantly said. John gave both of them a confused look.
"Your parents?"
"Mycroft promised to take them to a matinee of "Les Mis". Tried to talk me into doing it."
"Those were your parents?" Sherlock caught onto what John was implying, and rolled his eyes.
"Yes."
"Well.." John chuckled softly. "That is not what I-" Marie handed him his cup of tea, then sat on the couch.
"Welcome to my world, John." Marie teased as she took a sip of the warm tea. She watched as Sherlock looked outside the window, and watched as his parents walked across the street.
"Those are your mother and father-in-law. Are you not used to it yet?" John teased, which made Sherlock uncomfortable, and Marie automatically noticed.
"No, they aren't. They knew too, by the way." John rolled his eyes, upset at the whole matter.
"Thats why they weren't at the funeral!"
"Sorry! Sorry again!" Sherlock looked at Marie, suspiciously. Which in return, he got a wink.
"See you shaved it off, then." Marie said as she walked over to the window and people watched.
"Yeah. Wasn't working for me." He too a sip of his tea, and cringed at the heat as it hit his mouth.
"Mm, Im glad." Marie walked back to couch, and studied the pin points Sherlock had set up.
"What? You didn't like it?" John said, and Marie could hear the smile in his voice.
"No. I prefer my doctors clean shaven." She realized how that sounded, when Sherlock gave her a look.
"Well thats not a sentence you hear everyday." Marie turned back to Sherlock and John, then sat down on the coffee table.
"How are you feeling?" Sherlock asked, breaking the ice.
"Yeah, not bad. Bit.. smoked." Marie smiled at his comment.
"Right." John's cheerful expression faded, and a more serious one appeared.
"Last night- who did that? And why did they target me?"
"I don't know." Marie said simply.
"Is it someone trying to get to you through me? Is it something to do with the terrorist thing you were talking about?" John adjusted himself in his chair, and continued his gaze on Marie.
"Most likely."
"John and I are going out." Sherlock grabbed his coat, and John looked at him confused.
"Where exactly?" John stood up, and started to put his gloved back on.
"A client. Bye love. Ill see you later." He pecked Marie on the lips and rushed out of the door with John close behind.
Marie was confused, but blew it off and decided to oder takeaway for lunch. 20 minutes later it arrived, and she sat in Sherlocks seat, reading a book....... Upside down. About 3 to 4 hours later, Sherlock came through the door and took off his coat and scarf.
"What were you two doing?" Marie set down Sherlocks violin, and faced him.
"We just saved London from a terrorist attack. A part of a train was a bomb, and just about ready to kill millions." Sherlock said sounding proud of himself.
"Now thats my man." Marie walked over to him, and put her arms around his neck just as he put his arms around her waist. She kissed him smiling, and put her hand softly on his cheek. He deepened the kiss and toyed with her hair.
"Bedtime?"
"Bedtime." Sherlock winked and lead Marie into their bedroom.