I didn't mention anything to Sherlock about Moriarty after that day. I told John about what happened, but he just told me to give him some time. The security men outside gave us a lift home from Roberts house, then Sherlock went straight into his room. He emerged two hours later and was in his pajamas.

He stayed on his laptop for the next two days. I wasn't sure what he was doing that got him so interested in his computer screen all of a sudden but I was pretty sure It had something to do with Moriarty.

I left Bill, Sherlock and Chester in the flat while I went to speedy's below. Mycroft had sent me a text message telling me he would like a word. I agreed, of course, and put my converses on, along with my coat and walked to the small cafe Speedy's.

I saw him sitting down by a table for two. I pulled a chair out and sat opposite him, looking at the two cups of coffee that were on the table for him and me, "Generous of you."

"Quite." He replies, putting his phone in his pocket and looking up at me, he sticks a hand out, "I believe we've never introduced our self properly."

"Holly." I shake his hand, "You already know my name though, Mr. Holmes."

"Indeed I do. And please, call me Mycroft."

I nod and remove my hand from his.

"So, Holly," He starts, actually using the name I prefer, "I was wondering what you relationship with Sherlock is."

I let out a chuckle of disbelief, "You wanted to talk to me about mine and Sherlock's relationship?"

"You are aware of the fact that he is incapable of a normal relationship, right? My men have sent me reports back of the two of you holding hands, something my brother has never done before over the age of ten. I'm curious, are you together?"

I pause and think. Technically we are, but It's complicated I guess, "Yes."

"And you are aware he doesn't have relationships? Married to his work, I believe his words are. He could be manipulating you and some ways, and I would like to know what for. Are you apart of any work that could be involved to Moriarty? Know any information or anyone-"

"Are you under the impression that your brother is incapable of being in love? That he has to be using me in some way, because he could never get a girl without using her? Is it possible that you don't know your own brother?" I pause again, and sigh, trying to calm down, "I will never understand him completely myself but he is human and is capable of having feelings for someone. To answer your questions no, I do not have a job, I do not know anymore than Sherlock does about the whole situation and I do not know anyone that could be involved with him. I think If you want to know about why your brother is dating someone as ordinary as me then you should speak to him because I have absolutely no idea."

I let out a long breath after my rant, and stare at my cup of coffee that Mycroft brought before taking a sip. Ugh, I hated coffee.

It's silent for a minute or so while Mycroft studies me in a questionable manner. "I'm sorry if I offended you, Holly, I just wanted to know some answers. I can see why he would show some interest in you, from what I heard your deductions were great when finding that child abductor. However, I didn't just come here to lecture you about my brother, I came to give you both this," He pulls out a thin brown file and places it on the table before pushing it towards me. I open it and take a look while he describes whats going on, "Seems there is a killer who in invisible. This man has taken advantage of and murdered five woman in the last month while also managing to kidnap them in public places without getting caught on camera. This is too much of a small crime for the CSI to be in involved but I do believe Scotland's Yard could do with more help. We don't want more dead women, do we?"

I shake my head no, then look at him with a raised eyebrow, "I thought the government didn't want Sherlock working on cases?"

"Well, think of this as an exception. If Sherlock doesn't figure out what's happening with the Moriarty situation in a year then he will be sent away like planned."

I sigh, "Well, since you know Sherlock isn't going to go around shooting people can you please remove your security men?"

"It was action taken by the government to make sure everyone is safe-"

"But we are safe. Everyone trusts Sherlock enough to know he won't shoot them, and everyone who reads the papers think he's a hero!"

Mycroft rolls his eyes in annoyance, and brings out his phone and starts texting. Once he's done he puts his phone back in his pocket, "I will have a lot of explaining to do and a lot of thinking to do about excuses. You owe me, Holly Moore."

I smile, "Thank you, Mycroft."

He gives me a look of annoyance again before grabbing his umbrella and leaving. I stay sitting where I am and pull out my phone as I feel It vibrate.

From Sherlock: I didn't see you leave. -SH

I reply back with: I'm just in speedy's, I'll be back in a minute.

I put my phone away, grab the file Mycroft gave me and stand up to leave. As I turn, my body collided with another's making me drop the file. I mentally slap myself for doing that to someone again, then lean down and reach out for the file, but someone else grabbed it.

"Uh, sorry, I was going to get it for you but then you went to get it as well so- uh, here, sorry." He hands me my file when Im back standing straight again. I take it and look at him, he look familiar... "We have got to stop meeting like this."

Then it clicks, and I mentally hit my head again for not remembering, "Sebastian? Hey!"

"Hey!" He greets back, genuinely surprise to see me. "I saw you were in here and came to say hello."

"How thoughtful." I chuckle. He smiles and points to the file that he gave me.

"What's that?"

"Nothing important." I tell him, knowing he'll think I'm odd for carrying a bunch of crime scene photos and information.

"Okay, well, I thought because I'm in the neighborhood and I saw you again that maybe we could meet up tonight?"

I try to think of a reason to decline. Mycroft just told me five women we're murdered so I really had to be careful, "Sorry, I can't, I have a boyfriend."

"Awh, damn." I frowns playfully, "I was really hopeful there for a second."

I laugh, "Well, shouldn't have gotten your hopes up."

"Do you think I can have you number? We can be friends?" He asks. Would the murderer want to text the woman? Surely he would want to meet up with them? I start debating in my head, not everyone is a killer, maybe he's just friendly. "Please, I don't have much friends yet as I'm new."

"Fine, pass me your phone." He smiles and passes me his phone, and I write my number in his contacts, "I'll only text you to give you advice on living in London and making friends, since clearly you're bad at that."

He pulls a mock face of hurt, "Ouch."

"Yeah."

"Thanks anyway." He says when he receives his phone back, "See you soon, hopefully. I'm always here if your boyfriend leaves." He winks, and I just laugh knowing that he was joking and that he obviously can't help himself from flirting.

"Ha ha." I retort back sarcastically. He laughs at me while he leaves the cafe, then I go out after him. He waves goodbye and crosses the road, and I go back up into 221B. When I go in there I see that the two security men had gone, and feel relieved and happy that we wasn't being watched over anymore.

I walked into the living room and see Sherlock sitting on the couch, stroking Chester while him and Bill watched Jeremy Kyle. Sherlock was teaching Bill how to deduce again.

"I'm back." I say after I close the door, as non of the bothered to acknowledge my presence. Still non of them raised their heads or stopped their conversation, so I pulled of my coat and walked further into the living room, "Well, I guess I'll ask John to just help me with this case then."

Sherlock stops speaking and looks at me, "You've been given a case?"

"Yep." I say popping out the 'p', "You're also aloud to help and I've also convinced Mycroft to remove the security men."

"Ah! Holland, you wonderful woman!" Sherlock bonces out of his chair and comes over to me. He grabs my arms with his two hands and kisses my cheek before grabbing the file out of my hand.

I stare at him as he walks off to look at it. He literally just snatched it out my hands and walked off. Nothing unusual there.

I shake my head, and turn around to look at his laptop on the table. The internet tab showed that he was on tumblr. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked through his dash, seeing that he was reblogging crime pictures. His imbox has 56 message, and when I clicked on it they were all hate. Grate, he's already started a war on there.

"Sherlock, have you really been on Tumblr the last two days?"

"I went on it to see what was so interesting as you're on it all the while. Honestly, it's not that great. I'm sick of proving people wrong when they post their stupid opinions on crime and investigation. All their theory's are wrong." He answers, not looking up from the file as he reads. I look at him, then at the laptop again, and walk away to the kitchen.

"Okay then."