She nodded. "That works." It was good for them to not have any record of where they were. She had been taught how to establish and maintain safe houses, and imagined that this would be similar. No one should know where they were. Clearly Martin's life depended on it.

She smiled as he kissed her head. "Me too," she agreed. It had been a sign of how her fondness for Martin went beyond her sexual desire for him. Fantasizing about sex was one thing. Once you were fantasizing about waking up together, you knew there was more there than just lust.

He told her to tell him about Moriarty, and she took a breath. "Well, to start, you'd probably like her. She's a lot like you. She's smart, cultured...and a psychopath. She runs an international crime organization. Like a spider in the middle of a web. She has eyes everywhere. There are very few things she doesn't know, especially about Sherlock and me. She's in love with Sherlock. And...even after all this time, I think he's still in love with her."

She frowned faintly. "Actually...I wonder if she might be behind your escape somehow. It's the sort of thing she'd do, help a serial killer fake his death so he's working for her."