Okay so sorry if the beginning is a bit tedious and detail-oriented but here ya go :)

(Alice’s POV: )

                We made it to a hotel that was relatively unknown without any more attackers. They only had one room that was big enough for three adults and it only had one queen-size bed. Sherlock paid for one night and we walked to our room. The bed was in the center against the wall. There was a couch and two chairs with a table and lamp. A T.V was on the dresser with the remote and menus. John threw his duffel bag on one of the chairs and sat down on the bed. I put my pack on a hook by the door and my rifle by the T.V. Sherlock sat in the chair without a word and closed his eyes. His lack of communication between us was beginning to bother me. I sighed and threw myself on the bed behind John face-first, spreading my arms out completely horizontally. The case had been put in the corner under my backpack. I quietly got up and went to the toilet. Once the door was closed I took out Sherlocks mobile that I had taken off of him in the hotel where we were taking cover. I smiled to myself and checked the emails. I read the one he had sent to his phone on the plane. My smile faded as I read. He had information on me. A lot. He didn’t have all of it, but he had enough to know more about me than most of my accomplices. I scowled when I saw that Mycroft had provided him with the information. I quickly erased any trace of it and came out. I made sure that it was blatant to Sherlock that I was angry. I glared at him and threw his mobile in his lap. He smirked and tossed me mine. I scowled and sat on the bed, leaning against the dashboard.

“What’s the matter now?” John moaned, looking at my scowl and Sherlock’s annoying smirk.

“She’s upset because I asked Mycroft to get me some information on our her.” Sherlock said smugly. I glared at him.

“You’re bothered about that? He does that to everybody!” John told me, facing me. I looked at him dryly. Sherlock didn’t need to know anything about me; I was helping them and then forgetting. I had no intentions to stay in contact with the two. John rolled his eyes. “You are fighting like siblings! Do I really have to be the parent?” He asked, rather annoyed. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Sherlock’s smirk somehow managed to get smugger.  “Okay, that’s it. If you two are going to act like children, I’m going to treat you like them.” John said, standing up. “Sherlock, go sit in the corner. Alice, you go sit next to him. Don’t talk. You’ll stay there until you’re told.” Sherlock’s smirk turned into a frown.

“I am not a child.” He said.

“Did you not hear everything I just said?!” John asked, raising his voice.

“John, we need to get started.” I told him. I had moved from the bed onto the floor in front of the case, and had opened it as he stood in front of Sherlock. He stared at me, bewildered. I saw Sherlock smile at me and he walked past John towards me. I lifted the lid and handed Sherlock all the paper. I gave him John’s lighter. Without a word he went into the bathroom and began burning the paper in the tub. I took the disks and gave them to John, pointing at Sherlock. He joined his friend and produced another lighter and began melting the disks. I picked up the USB drives and filled the sink with water. I was about to drop them all in, but one on top caught my eye. I picked it up. It was labelled,

“Holmes,” I put it in my pocket and dumped the drives in, making sure each one had been submersed. John was steadily melting the disks, and Sherlock was enjoying burning a large stack of paper. I smiled at them and went back out, grabbing the tapes and starting to rip out the ribbons in them. After that was done I got the pile of them and dropped them in the tub for Sherlock. I went out and crushed the plastic bits just for fun. I went and got the USB’s and crushed them, too. I heard the water run and assumed it was Sherlock rinsing the ashes down the drain. I threw the remaining plastic pieces in the case and went back into the toilet. The tub was emptied of any paper and all that was left of the disks were black gooey-looking pieces of plastic. John looked at me, smiling. I would have liked to do the disk job, but I knew John would like it. He picked them up and threw them in the case after cutting them up into slivers with me. He closed the suitcase and we sat around it on our knees.

“That it, then?” John asked, disappointed that it wasn’t harder.

“Oh, no. Esposito will come after us, and when he discovers we actually did destroy everything he’ll try and kill us for as long as he lives.” I said teasingly. But of course every word of it was true. He paled the slightest bit. Sherlock stood up and went over to the couch. John sighed, stood and looked around. I looked up at him.

“So, only one bed…” He trailed off.

“Sherlock gets the couch if he sleeps, you and I can share the bed, John.” I answered, standing up. His white turned red.

“Won’t that be a bit awkward?” He asked.

“Not if we’re not attracted to each other.” I said simply, standing up and going to the toilet. I left him standing there and Sherlock smiling to himself. I freshened up and went to bed. John lay awkwardly on top of the covers next to me.

                As soon as John was asleep, I got out of bed and sat in the chair opposite to Sherlock.

               “You took my mobile.” I started.

               “You took mine.”

               “You stole information on me.”

               “Mycroft provided it legally.”

               “You didn’t need information on me.”

               “I wouldn’t trust you until I did.”

               “I didn’t need you to trust me.”

               “You would prefer for me to not trust you?”

              “I don’t care. After this, we split up. We forget. We never see each other again. It won’t matter if you trust me or not.”

                “If I don’t trust you I keep tabs on you.”

               “How would I be a threat to you if I never saw you again?”

               “Who says you wouldn’t come to me again?”

               “Me! I solve my own cases!”

              “And what if you can’t?”

              “I always can; just like you!”

              “I don’t always solve them.”      

              “Once. One time you didn’t, and it wasn’t even a significant loss! You got the killer!” Sherlock gave me a knowing look. “Damm*t, Sherlock!” I growled and got up, going back to bed. John had heard most of our conversation, but pretended to still be asleep. Sherlock chuckled deeply as I closed my eyes and turned away from him angrily. I stayed awake for a long while, thinking about what he said; “Who says you won’t come to me again?” I knew he knew my plan, but I hadn’t given away that much… had I?

                   (Sherlocks POV: )

                In the morning Alice glared at me when she thought I wasn’t looking and didn’t speak to me at all. John was as worried as he could possibly be and carried his pistol with him around the room. I was very amused with the whole situation. Several times my Doctor would try and make conversation with Alice or me unsuccessfully. He noticed the tension between her and me and apologized for me to her. It didn’t help but she thanked John anyway.

                About 8 we gathered our things and left the hotel with the case. The weather was sunny and warm, and the glare off the water hurt my eyes. John put on sunglasses and looked at Alice, smiling. She laughed at him and began heading towards a gondola port. I shook my head.

“No.” I said firmly. She gave me a glare and asked the man for a ride to an airport (in Italian, so John was bothering me, asking if I could understand her) “Of course I can, John.” I snapped. The poor man thought I was upset with him. I was amused again. “You should know by now that I talk like that to everyone.” I told him as gondola driver began shouting at Alice. She had accidentally revealed her weapon and the man was threatening to call the authorities. She told him off and stormed away back towards us. She had changed her shirt for some reason to a dark green button-up. I thought that the blue looked better on her.

                John gave her is condolences regarding the gondola and we began walking again. I stayed on the edge of the canal where the shadows were cast best from the buildings across, receiving strange looks from John.

“Sherlock, come get some sun. It would be good for you!” John commanded me. I frowned and stayed where I could see without squinting. He sighed and gave up. Alice led us into a small café. John smiled as we entered, inhaling deeply. I sat at a booth in the far corner and waited for the two to finish. They came back, John with turnovers and tea, Alice with two coffees. She gave one to me and sat down by John. I took a sip; it was black with some sugar. She knew how I liked my coffee, and I hadn’t told her. “John…” I thought bitterly.

“So, what now? Do we just… leave?” John asked, spreading jam on his turnover.

                “Well… If you want to be in a snipers scope for the next 30 years, then yes.” She answered sarcastically. John looked at her defensively. “I would like to go to the HQ and… well, destroy it.” She continued. My mobile buzzed and Alice glanced at me.

Mycroft had sent another text.

“I was also able to dig up some old military records. She served for 5 years but was given honorable discharge after an almost-fatal injury to the abdomen and injury to the knee.”

“What, the three of us?” John said a tone of discomfort in his voice.

“Yes. Should be fairly easy with our,” She waved her finger between her and me. “Skill set and with a soldier.” She confirmed.

                “Two.” I corrected. She shot me a very nasty look and kicked me under the table. John looked at us but ignored it, not wanting to get into a pointless argument. Alice continued explaining her idea to John. A man at the counter caught my eye. He was eyeing us and had his hand on his belt. He had a concealed carry. I nonchalantly sent a text to John.

“Man at counter. We need to leave. Act normal. –SH” John immediately looked at the man. I scowled. Alice had read the text over John’s shoulder. She continued talking, but getting up and putting on her coat as she did. John did the same and left his money on the table. I got up, straightened my coat and handed Alice her coffee. We walked out. The man had pulled out his mobile and was talking, looking at us then back at the counter. As soon as the café was out of sight, we broke out into a run, heading west. We weren’t able to cross the canals so we were forced to take the long route.

                (Third Person: )

                The trio ran along the streets. None of them knew how to get to the farthest west side without having to cross a canal; they were too far to jump and the water was too low to swim across and be able to get back on the shore.

“Where the h*ll are we going?” John shouted as some people shouted at Alice for running into their cart.

                “I have no bl**dy idea! Sherlock?” Alice replied, shaking her head.

“I don’t know the streets here but I think we are far enough to stop running.” He answered, talking as if he was sitting calmly.

“No. He probably has people on us right now. We can’t stop.” She told him. They three slowed a bit though.

                “If we don’t know how to get there, then how are we going to destroy it?” John asked, thinking of something the two geniuses hadn’t. Sherlock and Alice froze, realizing what the Doctor had said. Alice broke out into a mad grin.

“We get ourselves caught!” She exclaimed, her eyes glistening with mischief.  

Chap. 5 and going on 6!