No One's POV

"John, Mary, what a surprise!" Greg greets with a jovial tone, waving at the couple who are now only a few feet away, and walking down the sidewalk.

"Hey mate. What are you doing out here?" John walks up with Mary, his arm around his wife.

"Oh, Dani is just finishing up in there. I'm waiting for her. In fact, here she is." Greg offers, Danielle walking out with a small bag in hand.

"What's going- oh, hey John!" Danielle smiles at the Captain, her arm coming around Greg as Greg takes her bag.

"Hey Dani, nice to see you! This is my wife, Mary. Mary, this is Dani. I've told you about her. She's Greg's best friend from the States." John greets and introduces Danielle to his wife.

"Told is a nice way to put it, dear." Mary rolls her eyes teasingly. "You don't stop talking about her. If we weren't married I'd be worried." Mary jokes more. "It's lovely to meet you." She offers her hand to Danielle.

"I- Mary you said?" Danielle asks, offering her hand as she looks at Mary Watson, something like unease or a warning flaring in her mind for a reason she can't particularly name, but she knew better than to question it for that feeling had saved her ass more times than she could count.

"Yes, Mary. Mary Watson." Mary confirms.

"Well… Nice to meet you." Danielle finally answers, her hand sliding into Mary's, their gaze meeting for a beat.

It was in that moment, Danielle saw nothing in Mary Watson's eyes, nothing but a blank slate, cold eyes; a perfectly crafted façade of someone else's life, but certainly not her own, if she even remembered it. It was a look Danielle had seen in a very few, but in those few it was dangerous, deadly, lethal, and the blast radius would destroy whoever was in its path.

It was in the agents, in the soldiers who had been in war and in the game too long; and often, too often, it ended in tragedy, in death, or in being hunted down by the very agencies and comrades who they promised to die for, to protect, and to serve.

"So, what are you guys doing here, John?" Greg breaks the silence, bringing Danielle's attention elsewhere.

"Oh, I thought I'd treat Mary to a day out. I've been busy with Sherlock. Especially since Mycroft just gave us a new case." John lies; technically that wasn't a complete lie, Mycroft had given Sherlock a new case, but John had also offered to come to Bournemouth Beach in hopes to bump into Greg and Danielle and help sort out all this nonsense out that Mycroft had in his mind about them dating.

It was at least better than the Black Ops MI6 team that he had assembled to spy on the both of them… Not that they were doing well with gathering information. John almost felt bad for the man; Mycroft was clearly out of depth for all his genius he possessed he was absolutely clueless.

"Ah. That's nice." Greg nods along, clearly none the wiser to John's small white lie.

"What are you two up to?" John asks pleasantly.

"Just window shopping." Greg answers. "How about you two?"

"Just heading to lunch. Why don't you join us?" John invites using it as an opportunity to get more information about Danielle.

"Sure. Dani?" Greg asks.

"Hmm? Oh. Sure… Yeah." Danielle nods, flashing a smile.

"You okay?" Greg questions, noticing his best friend's absent minded behavior.

"Fine. Everything's fine." Danielle waves off as they follow John and Mary down the walk.

"Hey, what are you doing? What's got you so serious over there?" Greg questions his best friend who's typing away on her laptop while he sits comfortably in another chair reading a book after a nice day strolling the boardwalk and all around town and lunch with the Watsons; it was now evening and the both of them settled in their beach house Greg had rented for their weekend.

"Just work. So, hey, how much do you know about Mary?"

"Mary? Well… Not much to be honest. I mean, John met her during- when Sherlock was gone. It- it was a rough time. For all of us… But for John especially. So- she really helped. She's a nurse. Worked at his clinic, I think. That's how they met." Greg offers a bit offhandedly with a shrug, easily filling in his best friend the information he knew without much thought on the matter.

"Oh, that's nice." Danielle hums as she types away on the FBI database. "So, they knew each other the entire time, then?"

"No. It was a pretty short engagement. Six months about… Something like that. I didn't meet her except once. Mary Morstan was her surname… Why so curious?" Greg questions, looking over his book.

"She looked familiar, that's all." Danielle offers, giving Greg her own small white lie, typing the name into the FBI database. "Thought I may have known her."

The thing about uncover was, despite it being safer, human nature was human nature and it was hard to deny; and humans were creatures of habit. Therefore we didn't like veering too far from habit.

Mary was a common name, but Morstan was not.

FBI Most Wanted

Affiliations: Former Central Intelligence Agency of the United States of America, Contract Assassin

Born: Rosamund Mary Morstan

DOB: February 28, 1984

Known Alias: Rosamund Mary, Amanda Morstan, Mary Jane

Last Seen: Nepal, South Asia

A sharp intake of breathe from Danielle has Greg looking up from his book with concern.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah… Fine." Danielle answers, quickly taking her phone out to send off a few quick messages.

A storm is brewing. – Bravo Foxtrot

Prepare for imminent impact? – Whiskey

Negative. Batten down the hatches. We'll debrief with I return. – Bravo Foxtrot

Wow... Look at this! I actually have a plot! Lols. I told you guys I had one! It was just among the many bunny trails...

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