"She agreed to help them find you."

Jim stopped dead. He had been pacing, waiting for Sebastian Moran to tell him anything, more so the thing he wanted to hear most and that was not it. His right-hand man had been watching her for the purposes of helping him devise a plan to rescue 'the damsel in distress'. Only Elizabeth wasn't in distress anymore.

"What?" He ended on the 't' sharply in his low growl.

Seb shuffled slightly, "Admittedly, Mr Holmes was rather convincing to her. You know Elizabeth has - certain morals."

"BUT SHE OWES ME HER LIFE!" Jim roared.

"They made a deal with her."

"What was their deal?"

"If she helped them to track you down, then she wouldn't go to prison for life."

Jim paused, the cogs turning in his brain, and then he chuckled quietly. Sebastian was looking to him with a more concerned look now. Sure, Jim was his friend and all, but there were still certain quirks he found odd. All the sniper knew was that Jim was plotting something and he was most likely going to be a part of it, holding a gun to someone's head at some point.

"I should have trained her to become a hit-woman. Then we wouldn't have had this problem in the first place."

"That - that's not a solution."

"No. But I know the ladies who will be."

"So you're not going to kill her?"

"I'm sure it will crush a part of her. She's the best thief I know - I'm not gonna hand her over to the other side willingly. She's mine. It just so happens that it was a bad night for her."

Seb's brow creased as he listened.

"Sebastian, do me a favour and keep watch of dearest Lizzie for me. I've got to go and organise something."

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Elizabeth and Sherlock arrived back a short while after John did, to find him sitting in his chair, with his tea cup in hand. Elizabeth was wearing different clothes now - black jeans, a white blouse and a sable bomber jacket. She could risk dressing a little more casually considering she was staying at 221B now.

"I was beginning to think that something happened to Sherlock. All ready to call the police." John waved his phone in the air with his free hand.

"No need, John. Elizabeth's going to help us."

"Great." He replied sullenly.

Elizabeth walked over to John and stood there looking at him for a second.

John looked to her expectantly, "Yes?"

There was a pause.

"I'm sorry for tasering you the other night. Although, you really should know better than to take on a thief."

Sherlock had sat down in his chair after putting his coat on the coat stand and a rather teeny-tiny smile crossed his lips when he heard this.

"I mean, seriously, how long have you been working with a detective now?"

"Too long." John glanced over to Sherlock, whom nodded. With a sigh, he said, "All is forgiven. But if you turn on us, just remember that I know how to break an arm."

"Just remember, I know krav maga." She smiled to them innocently.

"I hope you're not threatening to turn on us." Sherlock warned her.

"No," She shook her head, "I'm threatening you not to turn on me."

With that she left to put her suitcase and laptop bag in Sherlock's room before returning to the lounge with her laptop in hand and took a seat on the sofa.

When she left Sherlock mouthed over to John: "She doesn't know krav maga."

"How do you know?" John mouthed back.

Sherlock rolled his eyes: "She would have used it on you back at Mycroft's instead of taser."

John nodded.

"What are you two whispering about me?"

Their heads jerked over to Elizabeth who wasn't actually looking down at her laptop.

"Why aren't you working?" Sherlock questioned, attempting to distract her.

"Because the laptop was loading."

"Anyways, it's probably best if we all get back to work now."

John smiled to the both of them who promptly nodded, even if Elizabeth's nod was suspicious.

Looking back down to her laptop screen, she considered what to do. Perhaps she could get in contact with some of her old acquaintances? They wouldn't appreciate her bringing police along but if she wanted to stop Jim from killing and stay out of prison herself, then she would be willing to do a lot - not everything - but a lot.

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Time passed and soon it became afternoon. The three of them had been busy doing things of their own. John had been to work (he was only on part-time at the medical practice) and had come back and was currently typing up one of the cases that he and Sherlock investigated on his blog. Sherlock had been in and out of the kitchen, continuing with experiments and checking up on Elizabeth every half hour or so to see if she had come up with something. Elizabeth's eyes were square, given how long she had spent on her laptop, trying to find any acquaintance that might know where Jim is and had had no luck - until now.

"I got something!"

Her exclamation drew the two men's attention away from their own tasks and they were soon stood in front of her, expectantly. Turning her laptop around so they could see, she looked up to them and explained.

"Two days from now, there's going to be a party of which I have just been invited to, albeit, I essentially bribed the guy who was hosting it to get a plus two."

"What's this party for?" John enquired.

"It's more of an event but you essentially just make a load of criminal friends to get tips from, share tips with, make ties with etcetera." She beamed.

"Hold on - we're not criminals and not to mention that because of both of our blogs, quite a few people know us." John said.

Sherlock added, "It wouldn't be the first time that a criminal has read up on me either."

"It's okay, the great thing about these kinds of events is that it's a masquerade. If you want information, the guy who has it is going to be there."

The two men nodded in understanding, the cogs turning in their heads. Sherlock didn't have a problem with blending in but John was admittedly a tiny bit nervous. It took one mistake to blow their cover and that would send everything up in smokes. Being in a room full of criminals, who may or may not have violent backgrounds, was never going to be a good thing.

"Sounds like we'll all be going to a party." Sherlock said.

John looked at his friend in disbelief, "You can't be serious."

But the detective nodded.

"What about the risk of - "

"It will be fine John. Plus, we'll have our own criminal to help."

"Yeah, John, just do what I say and you'll be fine." She smiled nonchalantly.

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Sebastian listened to the encounter that was being had between them all. He had hacked Elizabeth's laptop in the event that she turned against them, hence the reason why no damage had been done to the device. Stupid girl for not realising, he thought.

"Oh, Elizabeth..." He muttered, disappointed in her lack of loyalty.

Having heard about the party but having no location, he searched around himself after hearing that, for anyone who knew of the party. It didn't take him long given he had access to Jim's entire network. His loyalties lay with Jim and they would never change. That's how the criminal mastermind was able to trust him so much. These boys had been together through thick and thin as had Elizabeth only she didn't know of Sebastian. That's why it was his job to keep an eye on her.

Pushing himself away from the desk with his computer on it, his chair rolled him over to another desk, complete with the components for a gun. He knew who they were going to speak to and let's just say that they simply couldn't be allowed to breathe any longer. Of course, if he waited until the party then a warning shot to Elizabeth and her detective 'friends' wouldn't go amiss either.

Yes, he thought, that was a better idea.

He would need a mask then.

And so, instead of constructing his weapon, he put the components into a case, ready for its victim in two days time.

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A/N: If there's another series of Sherlock, what do you guys hope to see?

If anything I would love to see a scene where either Mycroft and Lady Smallwood go on a 'date' where Sherlock interrupts and ends up teasing his brother OR I really hope there's a scene where Mycroft is forced to look after Rosie because literally everyone and their aunt is busy with something. ^-^