John and Sherlock woke up early, and got ready. They were supposed to meet the maid at Victoria Park by noontime, but didn't know exactly when. So the two hopped into a cabby, and headed to the park. It was almost 11 am.

They found a bench closest to the middle, and sat down.

"This reminds me of the time I meet my college. He showed me to you." John commented, looking around the park.

"Really? I thought you just found out that I was looking for a flat mate, and found me." Sherlock said. John shook his head.

"Nope. But I remember the entire day. You deduced me as soon as you got a handle on my phone." John chuckled lightly.

"Of course I remember the entire day. But for different reasons." Sherlock said. They talked for about an hour, they didn't know exactly, and soon they saw the maid head over to them. She looked completely different from how she dressed in the palace. She wore tight fitted black dress, black heels, a navy blue shawl, and dark sunglasses. Her hair was down and curled slightly, instead of in a bonnet. She took her glasses off, and placed them in her leather purse.

"Thank you for meeting me. I've got some information I'd like to tell you two without any staff ears listening in." She said. They nodded, and followed her out of the park, and towards an outdoor café. They sat down at a table, and she ordered coffee.

"Alright. Now to the information. Did you speak to a maid? Tall, thin, fake red hair, somewhat tan skin, really horny." She described. John nodded. It was the woman who suggested that Glenda was acting suspicious.

"Yes. She was the one who talked about you." John said. Glenda rolled her eyes.

"That's Amanda. She's always suspicious of me. She has something against me. I'm not really sure. But anyways, she's pretty shady herself. When I go on my rounds to check the maids work, she lingers behind me a lot to see what I touched. If I would pick up a vase to check the inside, as soon as I leave, she inspects the inside. Or sometimes I see her looking around the kitchens for something. Or she'll look behind armored suits, or in the flower bushes. One time I confronted her about it, and she completely shut me down, and said she had no idea what I was saying." Glenda told them. She had a very cool head on herself, and didn't stutter. She didn't even seem skittish.

"How come you are so calm headed in public? We heard that you are very skittish at the palace." Sherlock asked.

She sighed. "I'm skittish at the palace because some of the butlers tried to break in my room. I've been subject to a lot of harassment, and some abuse. But I couldn't tell anyone because I'd be fired. When I'm in public, I feel a lot safer." She explained. It made sense. Anyone would be skittish if that happened regularly. John and Sherlock did notice that she was quite attractive. It explains the lock on her door.

"So you are saying that you believe Amanda did something. Maybe planted the bomb?" John questioned. She nodded.

"If anyone did it, it's her. She was stationed on that day as well. She cleaned the vases and swept. Probably dropped something into a vase while on her rounds." She concluded. The waiter brought the check, and John and Sherlock left. Sherlock's gaze lingered, and he saw her open her wallet. It was full of 100 and 50 quid bills. Sherlock caught up with John, and they hailed a cabby to go home.

"I think Glenda is telling the truth. If Amanda looks after her work without being told to, and checks around the palace, then she must've been looking for a spot to plant the bomb." John said.

"What she said was true. Everything. But what was weird, was Glenda suggested she dropped the bomb in a vase. How could she have guessed exactly what happened, and stated it as an example?" Sherlock added. They got home, and headed inside to email Mycroft their information.

"I believe Glenda. She probably had thought the same thing, especially if she has seen Amanda look inside the vases." John said.

"That's true. Text Mycroft, and tell him to detain Amanda for questioning. If she was able to bomb Buckingham, then she could bomb anything she wanted." Sherlock told John. He got a text back almost immediately.

Detaining her as we text. Come ask her questions. She might answer to you easier. As I've heard, John has sparked an interest in her.
~Mycroft

"He wants us to investigate a bit. Told me to come because she might answer to me more." John informed Sherlock. "I'll go. You can stay here."

"Sure. I think I'll stay in my mind palace for a bit, and think about the footage." Sherlock agreed. John headed back out the door, and took the car waiting for him outside. Sherlock jumped onto the couch, and thought in his own palace.

John was finally escorted to the detaining rooms, and he was allowed in. Amanda sat in a chair, her hands cuffed to the table, and a full soda can just out of her reach.

"Hello Amanda. Let's get started." John greeted. She seemed annoyed.

"Let's start with basics. Did you bomb the Buckingham Palace?" John asked. Mycroft watched from behind a two way mirror.

"No I didn't." She said. John watched her eyes. It was hard to tell, but she seemed to be telling the truth. But then again, you can't always tell a liar from their eyes. You've got to dig deeper.

"Do you know who bombed the Buckingham Palace?" He asked. She looked away, and nodded.

"And why didn't you tell us when we questioned you?" John asked, a bit irritated.

"Glenda did it. Glenda Rivers. The skittish maid with the locked door. She did it. But you've got to get me out. She's going to do something now that I'm not at the palace. I know she is." Amanda pleaded. John didn't know how to react.

"How did she do it?" John asked.

"I'm not sure." She said.

"We saw the tape. We saw one maid drop something into a vase. She only cleaned one vase out of the entire corridor. It fell out of her sleeve." John corrected.

"That was me!" She exclaimed. "I had a cufflink on my sleeves, but at some point in the day, it fell off. I tried retracing my steps to get it, but then the bomb went off and we were evacuated. I bet if you found that vase, you'd find a gold cufflink inside or around it." She tried to tell John.

"I'm not buying it. You dropped the bomb. Admit it." John said quite assured. She looked at the mirror. She murmured under her breath.

"Damnit. I can't blow my cover." She mumbled to herself.

"Am I in a government building?" She asked. John nodded.

"So there are people with high clearance around us, listening in?" She asked. John nodded.

"Good. Then they won't mind me telling you this. I am a spy hired by the Buckingham Palace to watch over the maids and butlers. To make sure that none of them were foreign spies, or had bad intentions. I've been watching Glenda for awhile. I've seen her try to slip vials of chemicals into some of the foods. But I've always walked in to stop her. Then when I went to raid her room, I couldn't find anything. You have to believe me. She's going to do something else, I know it." She pleaded. John wasn't buying it, but something was telling him to hear her out.

"How can you prove this?" John asked, crossing his arms.

"Give me a pen and paper, and I can draw you a logo." She said. John stepped out of the room, got a pen and paper from Mycroft,  and gave it to her. She immediately started to draw. She was drawing a face. There were many lines, but the face was easy to identify. She turned the paper around, and showed him.

"I don't know who this guy is, but I know he's the boss. I've heard others refer to him as 'M.'" She told him. John looked at the paper, and instantly knew who it was. He held the picture up to the mirror, then placed it back down.

"I know who he is. Nearly killed me on multiple occasions. Same for Sherlock. And pretty much all of London. What else do you know?" John asked.

She thought. "Glenda works under him. M doesn't want her to destroy anything horribly. He just wants her to mess up a lot of people and businesses. It's almost as if he's playing some sort of-"

"game." John finished her sentence. She nodded. He sat down.

"Tell me everything."

Back at the apartment, Sherlock ventured through his mind palace, and looked over a lot. He couldn't put anything new together. He just hoped John was alright with Amanda. He heard a knock at the door. He got up to open it, and saw Glenda, standing there.

"So you know where we live?" He asked. She cracked a smile.

"Of course I do. Everyone in London knows where you live." She said. Sherlock let her in, and brought up to the second floor.

"So why are you here?" He asked. He sat cross legged in his chair.

She walked around, looking at the interior.

"Nothing much. Thought I'd come over for a little chit chat. Get to know you a little better." She said casually.

"And why would you like to get to know me?" Sherlock asked.

"For a man with all the answers, you sure do have a lot of questions." She smirked. "I've to ask if you have an idea of who is behind all this mess."

Sherlock cracked a smile. "I guess I was right. Ever since I saw you, I saw something fake. Everything fit too well together. For a woman wanting answers, you're asking the wrong questions." Sherlock remarked. She pouted a bit, furrowing her eyebrow.

"Then what questions do you want me to ask?" She asked, ironically. He stood up, and got close to her. He reached behind her ear that was covered with hair, and pulled an earpiece out.

"In one moment, I saw a little plastic piece stick out of your ear. And you were constantly aiming your ear towards my direction." Sherlock said. She looked worriedly at the puny piece of plastic. Sherlock dropped it, and crushed it under his foot.

"Now ask me, why am I not in jail yet? I can already answer that. You caught me off guard. And people who catch me off guard can be very useful people." Sherlock answered his own questions.

He guided her to sit in the visitor chair, as if this meeting was a consultation.

"Moriarty." He said. He watched her eyes as it showed recognition. He smirked.

"Bomb." He saw fear in her eyes. He laid back.

"It looks like I've solved the case. Glenda worked under Moriarty. Who was using her to play games, and bombed the palace. I've got many, many, snipers outside at the moment. If you made a move, this place would light with gun fire. And I'd be intact while you lay in shambles on the floor. So how about we do this easily." Sherlock offered his arm out to her. She reluctantly hooked her arm around his, and the two walked arm in arm down the stairs, outside, into a cabby, and to the police station.

"Where is Glenda?" John asked Mycroft. He was in the dark room that viewed Amanda, who was not cuffed at the moment. Another man sat down, looking through real time street cameras. It took him a moment, but he saw Sherlock and her walk into the police station.

"Looks like brother has everything under control. I'll have my people take her at the station." Mycroft said as he started calling up some contacts. John and Amanda left the room, and was escorted out. They both took a taxi to the station, and saw men in black suits putting multiple cuffs on Glenda, along with a chain around her waist and legs that made it difficult to run. Sherlock lit up at seeing John.

"Seems you were right. She was working under M." Sherlock told him. John was glad he was right, yet sad that he was right.

The two stood next to each other while they talked to Lestrade for a moment. She coughed a little to get their attention. She stepped towards John.

"I was wondering. What about us go out, and get some drinks together? Make it a date." She asked. It seems she was attracted to John. John was paled a little, and looked at Sherlock, who looked a bit down. He looked back at her, and shook his head.

"I'm sorry but I can't. I sort of fancy another person. I'm not all that interested in looking for other people." John excused. She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

"I doubt it." She said. She seemed a bit ticked off. John faltered.

"I'm serious. It's not you. I'm just not interested in exploring other people." John hurriedly said, trying not to upset her.

"Prove it." She huffed. He panicked for a moment, and looked at Sherlock. Before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed Sherlock's collar with both hands, and smashed his lips onto Sherlock's. Sherlock froze for a moment, but closed his eyes, and enjoyed the kiss. They heard some gasps and some laughter. John separated from Sherlock, and immediately looked back to Amanda.

"There's your proof, now go on." He said as he rushed her out the station. He came back, and his face was red. Sherlock was going to say something, but he just turned around, not facing John.

"I knew you were a fruit cake." Lestrade laughed. Everyone in the station laughed along. Donovan giggled a little as well.

"You got with the freak. How original." She laughed. John looked at Sherlock, who wasn't facing him.

"Hey I'm sorry if I forced that onto you. I just panicked, and I didn't know what I was doing." John tried to explain. Sherlock turned back around and smiled at him.

"I've waited a long time for the feeling to be reciprocated." He said. He pulled John into a somewhat awkward hug. Sherlock wasn't very used to hugs, but John didn't mind, and just wrapped his arms around Sherlock's chest.

They heard cheering, and talk around them.

"You know. I woke up thinking our flat would explode. But now I feel like it's a great day." John said.