(A few days have gone by since I moved into my new flat at 221C Baker Street and honestly...it was amazing. The flat is amazing and Mrs.Hudson as a landlady? She's an angel, and the rent is cheap enough for me to work and pay for so it's completely balanced.)

(Although I'll have to say with all the noise from upstairs with Sherlock screaming and shouting sometimes can be annoying, but when he plays his violin, the whole house gets filled with the music and he plays it beautifully. Strange...how he comes off as a person with absolutely no feelings can play the violin like that with so much emotion. And John also comes at my flat sometimes to have a chat and it was also lovely having him around. Although I'll have to say, he's not really my type but...haha he's a good friend and we'll just keep it at that. I'm sure he also feels the same.)

(I step outside my door and gave a small smile to Mrs.Hudson as she was baking in the kitchen. Suddenly I heard some loud footsteps coming from the stairs and of course...who else could it be?)

(Sherlock stopped on the stairs as soon as he saw me standing at the bottom. He sighs and tries to avoid eye contact and continues to come down the stairs. Yeah well...ever since that day..when I kind of burst out at him, we haven't talked...at all. I would just go up to talk to John but he was always busy on his laptop, or with his chemistry set. Actually I think this is the first time in days I've seen him going out or his room. Maybe he got a case. John also came down and gave me a small smile. I smiled back of course)

John: Err..Sherlock? How are we going inside the bank? There are paparzzi outside

Sherlock: I'm sure Sebastian can help us with that

John: From inside the building..? Come on Sherlock...

(Y/N): Are you guys talking abt Sebastian Wilkes from the Shad Sanderson Bank on Broad Street?

(They both look at me)

John: Uh...yeah

(Y/N): Oh...I know him

Sherlock: And so I, so how does that matter?

(Y/N): *Sighs* And I also know his secretary...Kate...she's..close with me. I can contact her tell her to get u guys inside secretly

John: Well that'll be great

Sherlock: We'll be fine without your help

John: Sherlock....

Sherlock: Come on John

(Sherlock walks out the door as I look at John and he looks at me innocently too as we walk out)

(Y/N): I know Sebastian too, you know

(Sherlock stops and turns to face me)

Sherlock: How so?

(Y/N): Well...he did...used to be in a relationship with Kate..so..

(He sighs, again and avoids eye contact. What's with this guy?)

John: Come on Sherlock, she'll be of great help

(Sherlock looks out on the road to search for a cab and he starts waving at one)

John: Sherlock....

(The can stops right in front of us and Sherlock opens the door)

(He doesn't get in, and instead looks straight at me)

Sherlock: Fine...get us in the building. But stay out my way

(Y/N): *Sighs* As you wish, Mr.Holmes

(I say in a sarcastic voice and give him my teasing smile and he sighs in irritation again and gets inside the cab. It's funny how everytime I smile at him, he looks away like he's annoyed, the reaction is priceless. John gets inside the cab too, and looked a little too happy...which was weird)

(Few minutes later we arrived bear the building and managed to pass all the paparazzi by getting access to the garage, thanks to Kate. She took us up to the floor where Sebastian's office was by the elevator.)

Kate: It's so good to see you again
(Y/N)

(Y/N): Yeah you too Kate...

(Sherlock looked annoyed by our conversation inside the elevator and he made it seem fairly obvious so I elbowed him with a little force so he could stop looking so frustrated. He seemed surprised and didn't care to look at me at all)

(Soon we made it inside to Sebastian's office, waiting for him)

A little later the boys have been shown into Sebastian Wilkes' office and now he walks in and grins at Sherlock.

Sebastian: Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock: Sebastian.

(They shake hands, Sebastian clasping Sherlock's hand in both of his own.)

Sebastian: Howdy, buddy. How long's it been? Eight years since I last clapped eyes on you?

(Sherlock looks back at him with only marginally disguised dislike. Sebastian turns to look at John.)

Sherlock: This is my friend, John Watson.

Sebastian (latching on to the emphasised word): Friend?

John: Colleague.

Sebastian: Right.

(They shake hands, Sebastian looking at John curiously.)

Sebastian: Right.

(He throws a brief look at Sherlock as if saying, 'Didn't think you had a friend!' Grinning unpleasantly, he momentarily scratches his neck and Sherlock's gaze falls on his wristwatch. Sebastian turns away, John pursing his lips as if he has taken an instant dislike to the man; either that or he's regretting correcting Sherlock.)

(Sebastian looks at me and is over the moon)

Sebastian: (Y/N)??

(Y/N): Hey Seb...

(He comes towards me and hugs me rather tightly. Well...this is awkward....)

Sebastian: It's been a long time haha, is Beth not letting you leave the house or something?

(Y/N): Let's...not talk Abt that Seb..

(Sherlock looks at us with a curious expression on his face as if he wanted to know more but I ignored him. He doesn't need to know Abt my therapist...or my past)

Sebastian: Well, grab a pew. D'you need anything? Coffee, water?

(Sherlock shakes his head.)

John: No.

(Y/N): No thanks ..

SEBASTIAN: No? (To his secretary) We're all sorted here, thanks.

(Kate gives a nod at Sebastian and winks at me. What the hell?? Why did she do that??)

(As Kate leaves the room, Sebastian sits down at his desk and we sit side by side opposite him.)

Sherlock : So, you're doing well. You've been abroad a lot.

Sebastian: Well, some.

SHERLOCK: Flying all the way round the world twice in a month?

(John frowns in confusion but Sebastian just laughs and points at Sherlock.)

Sebastian: Right. You're doing that thing.

(He looks at John.)

Sebastian: We were at uni together. This guy here had a trick he used to do.

Sherlock (quietly): It's not a trick.

Sebastian (to me): He could look at you and tell you your whole life story.

John: Yes, I've seen him do it.

(Y/N): Yeah he does it alot...

Sebastian: Put the wind up everybody. We hated him.

(Sherlock turns his head away and looks down, his face momentarily filling with pain.
Guess he's sad considering not how everyone appreciates his skills)

Sebastian: You'd come down to breakfast in the Formal Hall and this freak would know you'd been shagging the previous night.

Sherlock (quietly): I simply observed.

(Whoa..isn't that my line? Lol)

Sebastian: Go on, enlighten me. Two trips a month, flying all the way around the world - you're quite right. How could you tell?

(Sherlock opens his mouth but Sebastian continues speaking.)

Sebastian (smugly): You're gonna tell me there was, um, a stain on my tie from some special kind of ketchup you can only buy in Manhattan.

(John smiles.)

(I smile too knowing that Sebastian is not giving Sherlock any chance to talk)

Sherlock: No, I ...

Sebastian (talking over him): Maybe it was the mud on my shoes!

(Sherlock simply looks back at him for a moment before speaking.)

Sherlock: I was just chatting with your secretary outside. She told me.

(John frowns round at him, confused by such an 'ordinary' explanation.
What?? No he didn't...he didn't talk to Kate at all. Why would he say that?
Sebastian laughs humourlessly and Sherlock smiles back at him with an equal lack of humour. Sebastian claps his hands together, then becomes more serious.)

Sebastian: I'm glad you could make it over. We've had a break-in.

(Sebastian gets up from his chair and starts to walk towards another door, Sherlock and John decides to follow him and so did I, until Kate stopped me)

Kate: (Y/N)! What are you doing here with Sherlock Holmes? That's the last person I expected you to be with

(Y/N): Umm..I'm just tagging along....believe me

(I smile at her and make my way towards the door)

(He leads us across the trading floor towards another door.)

Sebastian: Sir William's office - the bank's former Chairman. The room's been left here like a sort of memorial. Someone broke in late last night.

(Y/N): What did they steal?

Sebastian: Nothing. Just left a little message.

(He holds his security card against the reader by the door to unlock it. Inside, hanging on the plain white wall behind the large desk is a framed painted portrait of a man in a suit - presumably the late Sir William Shad himself. On the wall to the left of the portrait someone has sprayed what looks like a graffiti 'tag' in yellow paint. The tag looks vaguely like a number 8 but with the top of the number left open, and above it is an almost horizontal straight line. Across the eyes of the portrait itself, another almost horizontal straight line has been sprayed. Perhaps because of the texture of the paper or perhaps because the 'artist' oversprayed the line, the yellow paint has run trails down the painting. Sebastian leads the way towards the desk and then steps aside to allow Sherlock a clear view of the wall. John moves to stand on the other side of Sebastian, who looks at Sherlock expectantly while the detective stares in fixed concentration at the graffiti.)

(Y/N): What a strange message

Sebastian: Message?

(Y/N): Well of course it's a message. Why else would someone bother to come here and spray that and not steal anything?

John: Well...who's it for?

(Y/N): I don't know...but obviously for someone in particular who can understand this type of message

Sherlock: Yes thank you for your input

(Sherlock says abruptly with a sarcastic voice. I roll my eyes at him and so does he. God...if he can't stand me than I'm not gonna tolerate him as well)

Sherlock (to Sebastian): Show me the footage of that night

(Later we're back in Sebastian's office and he is showing us the security footage of the office from the previous night.)

Sebastian: Sixty seconds apart.

(He flicks back and forth between the still photograph taken at 23:34:01 which shows the paint on the wall and on the portrait, and a minute earlier - 23:33:01 - when the wall and portrait were still clean.)

Sebastian: So, someone came up here in the middle of the night, splashed paint around, then left within a minute.

Sherlock: How many ways into that office?

Sebastian: Well, that's where this gets really interesting.

(What??)

Back in the reception area, Sebastian shows us a screen on a computer which has a layout of the trading floor and its surrounding offices. Each indicated door has a light against it showing its security status.

Sebastian: Every door that opens in this bank, it gets logged right here. Every walk-in cupboard, every toilet.

Sherlock: That door didn't open last night.

John: Whoa ...

(Y/N): The intruder must've found a way in

Sebastian: There's a hole in our security. Find it and we'll pay you - five figures.

(He reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket and takes out a cheque.)

Sebastian: This is an advance. Tell me how he got in, there's a bigger one on its way.

(Money....MONEY?! WE NEED IT!! I NEED IT!!)

Sherlock: I don't need an incentive, Sebastian.

(He walks away. John watches him go, and I turn to look at John and signal him to take the cheque, then he turns to Sebastian.)

John: He's, uh, he's kidding you, obviously.

(He holds out his hand.)

JOHN: Sh-shall I look after that for him?

(Sebastian hands him the cheque.)

John: Thanks.

(He looks at the figure on the cheque and shakes his head in disbelief that this is only the advance.)

(Holy shit ....if this is the advance then how much is the full payment?)

Sebastian: Well you three should go before the media shows up in here

John: Yeah ..well Sherlock went somewhere...

(Y/N): *Sighs* I'll get him

(I make my way to the main floor where everyone was busy working. I look around to see if Sherlock was anywhere and I noticed some people looking at a certain direction. I looked that way and saw Sherlock dancing around the office, not literally, but he was walking around fast looking back at Sir William's office. Oh God....what's he doing now? I go up to him as he doesn't give a care in the world I was there. I cough a little yet he still ignores me)

(Y/N): What are you doing?.....

Sherlock: My business

(Y/N): And what is that exactly?

Sherlock: It's called "none of your business"

(I roll my eyes and sigh again, god...how many times have I done that with him today?)

(He goes inside an office and starts to look around to observe as if he's onto something)

(Isn't it obvious who we are looking for?)

(Y/N): So your trying to see from which spot can the graffiti be seen clearly?

Sherlock: Hmm

(Y/N): And wherever that spot is must be leading us towards the next step of the case ryt?

Sherlock: Hmm

(Y/N): Well this is the office of Edward Van Coon who is the Hong Kong Desk Head. So the message must be from him

(Sherlock stopped moving around and looked at me slowly with a confused look)

Sherlock: How do you know that?

(Y/N): I simply observed

(I say in a sarcastic tone)

(I point him the two signs on the door that stated

"Edward Van Coon- Hong Kong Desk Head"

Sherlock sighs in irritation and goes near the door to take out the top sign with the name on it. He heads out of the office as I follow him as well)

Not long afterwards, Sherlock is leading John and me back towards the escalators.

(Y/N): Two trips around the world this month. You didn't ask Kate; you said that just to irritate him.

(Sherlock smiles but doesn't respond.)

John: How did you know?

Sherlock: Did you see his watch?

John: His watch?

Sherlock: The time was right but the date was wrong. Said two days ago. Crossed the dateline twice but he didn't alter it.

John: Within a month? How'd you get that part?

Sherlock: New Breitling.

Sherlock: Only came out this February.

John: Okay. So d'you think we should sniff around here for a bit longer?

Sherlock: Got everything I need to know already, thanks.

JOHN: Hmm?

(Y/N): That graffiti was a message for someone at the bank working on the trading floors. We find the intended recipient and ...

(I deliberately trails off, allowing John to finish the sentence.)

John: ... they'll lead us to the person who sent it.

Sherlock: Obvious.

John: Thats amazing, did you two work that out together?

(I look at Sherlock the same time he looks at me but we both look away)

(Y/N): I was involved...partly

Sherlock: Only partly

(God this guy.....)

John: Well anyways, there are abt a hundred ppl up there, so who's it meant for?

Sherlock: Pillars.

John: What?

Sherlock: Pillars and the screens. Very few places you can see that graffiti from. That narrows the field considerably. And of course the message was left at eleven thirty-four last night. That tells us a lot.

John: Does it?

(Sherlock continues talking as me and John go through the revolving doors following him and out onto the street.)

Sherlock: Traders come to work at all hours. Some trade with Hong Kong in the middle of the night. That message was intended for someone who came in at midnight.

(He holds up the name card to show John.)

(Y/N): Not many Van Coons in the phonebook.

John: Right...

(Sherlock spots what he immediately needs and calls out loudly.)

Sherlock: Taxi!

(Y/N): Well....I better go now. My work here is done...

Sherlock: Yes that's a good idea

John: No come with us

(They both say at the same time. Sherlock looked disappointed with John's answer bit decides not to respond. John looks at him an gives him the "Shut up Sherlock" look)

John: Come on Sherlock, she can be of great help for us

Sherlock: . . . . . .*waits for taxi*. .

(Y/N): It's fine John...I'll just go home

Sherlock: Fine...

(I was Abt to walk away when he said that)

(Y/N): What?

Sherlock: You can come along, as long as you don't come off as too annoying

(Y/N): Of course I'll annoy you, where is the fun without that?

(I smile at him and he looks away in frustration and John looks rather satisfied for some reason)

(The cab arrives and three of us say inside)

After a taxi ride, we are outside a block of flats and Sherlock presses the door buzzer marked 'Van Coon'. Releasing it, he looks into the security camera above the buzzers, waits a couple of seconds, then presses the buzzer again. There's no response.

John: So what do we do now? Sit here and wait for him to come back?

(Y/N): I guess...

(Sherlock looks at the number of buzzers on the wall and steps back to look up the front of the building, presumably calculating the layout of the flats inside. He comes back to the wall and looks at John triumphantly.)

Sherlock: Just moved in.

JOHN: What?

Sherlock: The floor above. New label.

(He points to another buzzer which has a handwritten label saying, 'Wintle'.)

(Y/N): Could have just replaced it.

(Sherlock presses that buzzer, then looks at me)

Sherlock: No-one ever does that.

(A woman's voice comes over the intercom.)

MS WINTLE: Hello?

(Sherlock turns to the camera and smiles, putting on a 'I'm just a normal harmless human being' voice.)

Sherlock: Hi! Um, I live in the flat just below you. I-I don't think we've met.

(He grins prettily into the camera.)

(Wow...what an actor...someone throw a Oscar at his head till he knocks out)

MS WINTLE (over intercom): No, well, uh, I've just moved in.

(Sherlock turns to throw a brief 'told you so' glance at me and John, then turns back to the camera.)

Sherlock: Actually, I've just locked my keys in my flat.

(He grimaces and bites his lip plaintively.)

MS WINTLE: D'you want me to buzz you in?

SHERLOCK: Yeah. And can I use your balcony?

MS WINTLE: What?

(What????)

(After a while, we wait outside the door of Van Coon, as Sherlock tried to egt inside the flat by using Ms.Wintle's balcony to get to Van Coon's)

John: Sherlock? Are you okay?

(No answer, even though I can hear him walking around)

John: Yeah any time you feel like letting us in?

(Y/N): Don't worry, he'll open up

(I push the bell again but he still doesn't open the door. Okay...now this is getting freaky)

(I knock on the door a few times)

(Y/N): Sherlock?? Can you open the door for goodness sake?

(Finally the door is opened and Sherlock stands there with a "Would you guys chill?" look on his face)

(Y/N): What the hell were you doing? We were getting kind of worried?

Sherlock: "We"? *Raises eyebrow*

(Um..)

(Y/N): I meant him..*points at John*

(John gave a look like "What's going on here?")

(Sherlock decided to ignore that and told us to come in, he leads us towards the main bedroom, when he opens the door, the sight of a man in suit who was dead with a gun on his right hand made me jump a little. He was lying on the bed, with a bullet wound in his head. I turn around quickly to face the other way as I wanted to vomit...a little...)

(John puts a hand on my back and caresses me)

John: You okay? You wanna go?

(Y/N): No...um..I'm fine

Sherlock: John

(John nods and goes near the body to inspect it as I stay away from the bed. Sherlock takes a few steps closer to me and asks with a poker face)

Sherlock: Are you alright?

(Y/N): Yeah I'm fine. It's nothing.

(Sherlock Pat's on my shoulder very lightly and goes back near to the body. That was....weird)