Okay, hopefully there will be some action in this one. I’m sorry if any violence offends anyone.

 (Third-Person View: )

Alice watched Sherlock read an email with great interest with her half-open left eye. His surprised expression when he was done got her curious. He lay back down and closed his eyes after sending the email to his phone and shutting down the computer. He looked like he was prepared to lay there for a long while. She closed her eyes for real this time, but couldn’t fall asleep, so pretended to so that if one of them got up she could watch. She knew Sherlock wouldn’t be asleep; he was thinking about her.

 (John’s POV: )

I woke up to Alice shaking my shoulder. She had her backpack slung over one shoulder and some gloves on; it must be chilly.

 “Hey John. Hope you slept well. I have a feeling you’ll need the extra energy.” She said in a sing-song voice. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my neck. The case was gone so I assumed Sherlock had it. I didn’t let any ridiculous ideas into my head about how things could go wrong by thinking about the mysterious female that had come into our acquaintance. Alice walked out with me and the cold wind blew in my face, knocking any grogginess away immediately. Alice pulled a black stocking cap out of her backpack and shoved it on, walking briskly up to Sherlock.

 “Oh, don’t mind me! I’m fine!” I murmured, offended. Sherlock completely ignored her as they walked side by side, her strides matching his. He kept trying to go faster than her, but she kept up easily. I had to jog behind them against the wind almost the whole time to the small station. They finally slowed down as we went in. Sherlock disappeared as we neared security. She slung her backpack on the conveyor belt with her gun holster and moved on through. She seemed deep in thought, so I didn’t disturb her. I did the same and despite my bad luck, made it through without trouble. We went outside and Sherlock reappeared. I don’t have to explain why he skipped security. A covered motorboat met us and we piled in again. Alice smiled at me, clipping on her belt holster. I smiled back quickly. She elected to sit across from me, so I was in the awkward position of having to look at her the entire time.

 “John, you don’t have to be afraid of me.” She said simply, leaning forward on her knees. Sherlock glanced at her before looking out the window again.

“I-I know. Sorry. I am just not really used to being around a girl, woman.” I stammered awkwardly. She smiled and chuckled, I think, without knowing.

 “Its fine, John. I understand.” She reassured me. I smiled again.

 “So... your family. How big is it?” I asked.

 “I have 2 brothers and 3 sisters. I’m the 5th kid.” She said, leaning back and putting her ankle on her knee. My eyes widened. “I know-” She started, but she was cut off by the boat abruptly stopping. I was thrown on the floor and Sherlock next to me. Alice had been pushed against the seat. We climbed out and over the hood of the boat, onto the pavement, Alice and I drawing our pistols. Alice checked the driver and Sherlock inspected the damage to the hull. I slung my duffel bag around my back and tried to shoo off the growing crowd.

 “He’s dead.” Alice confirmed. "He was sniped before we even hit."

 “Move! Into the building! Both of you!” Sherlock shouted, shoving us into the nearest building. A shower of bullets came down from across the canal. We got behind the counter, Alice laughing and grinning wildly.

 “Oh, I’ve missed this!” She exclaimed, pushing her back against the tile. I realized that I had too and smiled a bit. A couple more seconds passed and the hail of bullets stopped. Sherlock led us out the back, revealing a gun I didn’t know he had carried. We ran along the walkway on the edge of the water.

 “Why can’t we just throw it in?” I asked as we ran.

 “Then it’s retrievable. We have to destroy the contents first!” Alice explained.

 “Left!” Sherlock shouted, pushing us into another building. It was a hotel lobby.

 “Sherlock, we need to get somewhere without bystanders!” I shouted as we ran behind the receptionist’s counter.

 “I know that, John!” He shouted back angrily, waving his pistol around.

 “Sherlock! Please tell me that is on safe!” Alice demanded. We were all shouting unnecessarily now and the receptionist was staring at us wildly. Alice looked up to her.

 “Look. We’re being chased by very dangerous people. We need somewhere safe to go where we can hide. Don’t worry, we’re not the baddies. Keep calm! I just need you to calm down and give as a safe location or people, innocent people, are going to die.” She explained calmly. The receptionist nodded slowly and wrote down an address. “Molto bene. Thank you.” Alice said sincerely. We carefully got up, Alice leading, and went through another back exit. No more bullets had been fired at us for some time. We had slowed down to a brisk walk, Sherlock taking the lead. We ended up in an abandoned bank in the safe. Alice and I slid down the wall, me still catching my breath. She had her arms resting on her knees and was giggling like a madwoman. Sherlock paced in front of us, still lost in his thoughts.

 “Why did we need to come here? Why couldn’t we have burned the contents in England?” I asked, cocking my head to the side a bit.

 “Boss’ orders.” She said again. Sherlock whipped his head toward her, and they both realized something at the same time. I looked from Alice to Sherlock and back.

 “What??” I asked.

 “How could I be so bl**dy stupid!?” Alice exclaimed, looking like she wanted to stab someone. I looked at her, trying to get it across that I was confused. Sherlock began pacing again. Alice thankfully explained to me.

 “My brother shoved the job on me and gave me his boss’ contact. The boss gave me the orders and I didn’t give them a second thought. But the boss is an ex-conman. His men were probably the ones firing at us. He wants the case. We need to destroy this thing. Now.” She stressed. I offered her a lighter and she gladly took it. She grabbed the case from Sherlock and typed in a code and gave it her fingerprint. It flashed red. “Da**it! He must have changed it remotely!” She cursed.

 “I can easily open it-” Sherlock started.

 “Shut up! I never said I couldn’t!” She shouted at him, beginning to lose her composure. I heard yelling coming from outside in Italian.

 “Da**it!” She repeated. Sherlock grabbed the case from her and we jumped up. We drew out our guns again and slowly approached the door. Several bulky Italian men stood in the dusty foyer with large assault rifles. I winced and Alice gritted her teeth. “We have to get out. One of you good for a shootout?” She asked doubtfully.

 “Pistols against assault rifles?” Sherlock asked sarcastically.

 “Well we don’t have anything bigger than these!” She retorted, waving her pistol around like Sherlock had done earlier. One of the men called out and drew his colleague’s attention to us.

 “****.” I mumbled. Alice immediately shot two of the men dead. Sherlock ran out, gun in one hand, case in the other. I followed and Alice after me. I shot a man in the leg as we ran towards the front door. Three met us there. Sherlock smacked the rifle out of his man’s arms and began a fist fight. Alice simply shot hers and mine. Sherlock’s had knocked his gun out of his hands too so they were quite literally at each other’s throats. Alice hit him on the head with the butt of her pistol as Sherlock hit him in the stomach.  All that was left was the injured man and one good one. He dropped his rifle and fell on his knees, praying and rocking back and forth. Alice was amused. She put her pistol in her pack and picked up a rifle. I did the same. Sherlock kept his. Alice walked over to the man and grabbed his hair, forcing his head back to face her. (his hair was longer than average)

 “Who’s your boss?” She demanded, testing to see if the man knew English.

 “Per piacere, Per piacere!” He begged. I knew that meant ‘please’.

 “Parli l'Inglese?” Alice asked.

(Do you speak English?)

 “Si, yes.” He answered, still very afraid.

 “Then answer my question!” She shouted.

 “Si, si! Boss is Mr. Esposito… eh… ex-con-man.” He answered, visibly shaking.

 “Si. Where can I find him?” Alice tested.

 “Biggest building on west side!” He said, calming down. He shouldn’t have done that. Alice yanked his head back more, making his cry out and put his hands on top of hers, trying to pry it off. She grabbed his wrists with her other hand and moved herself behind him.

 “John! Give me your handcuffs!” She commanded me. How she knew I packed some I don’t know. I quickly got them out and put them on the man’s wrists.

 “Molto bene. Now tell me, did he send you after us?” She asked again, letting go of his hair and instead pulling out a knife and inspecting in nonchalantly.

 “Si.” He said, staring at the rather sharp and long blade.

 “Perchè?” She asked, pacing slowly in front of the kneeling man.

(Why?)

 “You have case.” He answered simply.

 “Si, and I want you to give him a message; ‘I am destroying the case and its contents. You are not getting it. No one is.’” She stopped and grinned evilly at him. “And tell him my name.” She added.

 “Chi?” He asked, referring to Alice’s name.

(Who?)

 “Alison White.” She said, knowing what reputation she had. The man turned more white, if that was possible. “Oh, I see you know who I am… Molto bene.” She said. She looked at me. “I like that! Molto bene! Remind me to say that more often!” She said cheerfully, as if she wasn’t interrogating a man. I smiled weakly at her in response. She looked back at him and smiled. The man collapsed. She chuckled and took the handcuffs off, scribbling down some things on a piece of paper and putting it in his hand. She took his ammunition and shoved it in her pack. She turned around and smiled sweetly at me, before walking past Sherlock and I outside, still carrying the rifle. I turned to my friend, who was full on grinning.

 “Sherlock! She just interrogated a man!” I hissed.

 “Yes. She wanted more trouble from him though… she quite likes her knife.” Sherlock said admiringly. I shook my head and followed him out.