"And then you wound up here," she says softly. "I'm so sorry."
She can't blame him for changing the subject, turning it back to Mycroft. She breathes a small laugh at his incredulity.
"I don't know what he's like in your world," she says, glancing at him. "In mine...I didn't even know he existed until I met him. He and Sherlock weren't close." She glances down at her hands. "He was sweet. He wanted to have a relationship with Sherlock but didn't know how. We..." She doesn't finish that sentence, trusting John will fill in the blanks.
"He came to New York to open a restaurant, and we started seeing each other. Then I found out he was working for MI6 and hadn't told me. Or Sherlock. He'd been pressured into it to protect Sherlock, and he was being set up to take the fall for a mole in the agency." She shakes her head. "Sherlock and I tried to come up with a solution, but he wound up faking his own death. This was...about five years ago. I haven't seen him since."
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She can't blame him for changing the subject, turning it back to Mycroft. She breathes a small laugh at his incredulity.
"I don't know what he's like in your world," she says, glancing at him. "In mine...I didn't even know he existed until I met him. He and Sherlock weren't close." She glances down at her hands. "He was sweet. He wanted to have a relationship with Sherlock but didn't know how. We..." She doesn't finish that sentence, trusting John will fill in the blanks.
"He came to New York to open a restaurant, and we started seeing each other. Then I found out he was working for MI6 and hadn't told me. Or Sherlock. He'd been pressured into it to protect Sherlock, and he was being set up to take the fall for a mole in the agency." She shakes her head. "Sherlock and I tried to come up with a solution, but he wound up faking his own death. This was...about five years ago. I haven't seen him since."