It was rather early in the morning as I woke up, rolling out of bed. I was wearing a white singlet with short light blue pajama bottoms. I slipped on an oversized grey sweater, making it look like I wasn't wearing shorts. Slipping my hair in a messy bun before I sleepily made my way downstairs only to be pounced on.

I saw Sherlock was attacking a heavily robed figure as another jumped out towards me. I growled, I wasn't in the mood for this. I wasn't a morning person. He pulled out a curved sword lunging towards me as I easily caught the blade in-between my hands. Twisting the blade it slipped from his hands and towards the floor as I kicked him hard across the face, sending him tumbling back. I saw that one of the men backs Sherlock up as far as the sofa and takes another swing at him. Ducking under the sword, Sherlock drops onto the sofa in a sitting position.

Grabbing my neck I easily flipped him over my body as he grunted against the ground. Kicking my feet from under me I landed with a thud on my back as I grunted before I held the sword that he was trying to press to my throat. Kicking him off me he went tumbling as I flipped myself back up onto my feet. Easily avoiding his kicks and punches, I sent blows hearing cracks of ribs and bones.

Finally ending my battle with an uppercut he was knocked unconscious. Just before Sherlock could do the same, I pulled out the empty gun sitting under the chair and pointed it at his attacker.

"Take your friend and leave" I told him as he gulped before they left. I growled angry before chucking the gun away as Sherlock raised an eyebrow as I walked into the kitchen. I watched as Sherlock straightens up and immediately checks his reflection in the mirror, straightening his jacket and cuffs and then dusting himself down. Rolling my eyes I began making myself eggs and bacon, my stomach growling at the smell of bacon.

"Where's John?" I asked yawning as I saw Sherlock smirk slightly

"Went to get the shopping" He stated as I nodded before plating up two plates of food.

"Food Sherlock!" I called as he looked at me like I was insane. "EAT!"

I glared at him and eventually he gave up and sat down beside me at the dining table he ate slowly but I could tell he wanted to eat it quicker. I smirked as I ate my breakfast, sipping on a glass of orange juice as Sherlock licked his lips.

"Good?" I asked him cheekily.

"Well I don't normally eat when I'm working…" He began not looking at me as I rolled my eyes.

"Sherlock" I sighed as he glanced down at me with a small smile.

"Very good thank you" He smiled as I just shoved his shoulder with mine before draining my glass and cleaning up my mess. I went upstairs had a shower washing my hair with strawberry shampoo. I sprayed my vanilla perfume and got dressed in my black combat boots, black jeans and my black singlet. I had my hair pulled back in a bun as I went back downstairs to see Sherlock sitting in his armchair calmly reading his book. It wasn't long before John walked up the stairs and into the living room, stopping just inside the room and looking around as if he suspects that something has happened in his absence, but he can’t tell what.

"You took your time." Sherlock spoke from behind his book as I chuckled as John didn't look like a very happy camper.

"Morning John" I greeted as he gave me a small smile.

"Morning Chris and yeah, I didn’t get the shopping." He spoke obviously he has not bags.

Sherlock questioned looking over the top of his book indignantly.

"Because I had a row, in the shop, with a chip-and-PIN machine." John replied tetchily as I held back my own laughter.

"You ... you had a row with a machine?" I spoke struggling to contain my laughter from my smug face.

"Sort of. It sat there and I shouted abuse. Have you got cash?" John questioned as I saw that Sherlock is holding back his amused smile and nods towards the kitchen.

"Take my card." He offered. John walks towards the kitchen where Sherlock’s wallet is lying on the table, but before he gets there he turns back to Sherlock indignantly.

"You could always go yourself, you know. You’ve been sitting there all morning. You’ve not even moved since I left." He grumbled as I chuckled before I gave a fake cough gaining Sherlock's attention. I tapped my own foot as he glanced down and only then realises that the attacker’s sword is still lying underneath his chair in plain view. He quickly slams a foot down onto the end and slides his foot and the sword further back to get the weapon out of sight. He winked as I rolled my eyes as we both smirk slightly

Soon John turns and leaves the room, trotting down the stairs as Sherlock smirks. Once we both heard the door shut downstairs I laughed before I lay down on the sofa staring up at the ceiling. He had a row with a machine? Oh John you always have a way of doing something so simply and making it so funny or stupid.

It wasn't long before Sherlock got up from his spot and went over to John's laptop and started typing as I chuckled.

"I bet you wouldn't be able to figure out my password" I challenged as he raised an eyebrow. I watched him as he watched me curiously for maybe ten - twenty minutes before he leant back in his seat.

"Obviously it would be too easy if you used family, and you wouldn't use your names from agencies, to obvious as well, either….."His rant went on for what felt like forever as I huffed bored as he eventually took a guess as I chuckled.

"Nope. You won't get it, I promise you that Sherlock" I told him as he looked rather annoyed he couldn't get it. As he kept on guessing we hadn't noticed that’s John was back as he staggers up the stairs carrying several bags of shopping.

"Don’t worry about me. I can manage." He shouted sarcastically.

Sherlock is still sitting at the dining table with his hands folded in front of his mouth as he looks at a laptop screen, barely glances across to John, who sighs heavily as he carries the bags into the kitchen and dumps them onto the table. John turns around from the kitchen table and frowns as he realises which piece of equipment Sherlock is looking at.

"Is that my computer?" John questioned.

"Of course." Sherlock replied as he started to type.

"What?!"

"Mine was in the bedroom." Sherlock spoke not looking up.

"What, and you couldn’t be bothered to get up?" He shouted at Sherlock as I chuckled. He can be so lazy when he wants to be as Sherlock doesn’t reply.

"It’s password protected!" John spoke indignantly.

"In a manner of speaking. Took me less than a minute to guess yours. Not exactly Fort Knox." He spoke still typing as he glanced up at John for a second as I could see that John was getting rather annoyed.

"Right, thank you." John growled as he stormed over and slammed the lid down as Sherlock pulls his fingers out of the way just in time. John then takes the laptop across the room and puts it down on the floor beside his armchair as he sits down. Sherlock clasps his hands in the prayer position in front of his mouth as he props his elbows on the table and looks thoughtful.

"I need to go to the bank." Sherlock suddenly claims as he gets up and heads towards the stairs, taking his coat from the hook on the door as he goes John and I frown, sharing a look before we both jump up and hurries to join him. I slipped on my white trench coat over my outfit, my collar up slightly. The taxi ride was silent as we pulled up at Tower 42, Old Broad Street.

Getting out Sherlock closed the door behind me as he lead John and I through the revolving glass doors which lead into Shad Sanderson Bank. John stares at the impressive foyer as he follows after us.

"Yes, when you said we were going to the bank ..." John began but trailed off as we got onto an escalator. My instincts kicked in as I began observing everything around me, especially the security systems which have to have cards swiped across electronic readers in order to open glass barrier gates. My mind started calculating all the best routes out of this building. Once we reached the top of the escalator and Sherlock walks over to the reception desk and addresses one of the receptionists.

"Sherlock Holmes." He told as the lady looked up and started typing in her computer before we followed after her into Sebastian Wilkes’ office. Once we walked in his stood up, undoing his button on his suit and walked over to Sherlock with a massive grin on his face.

"Sherlock Holmes."

"Sebastian." Sherlock responded as they shake hands, Sebastian clasping Sherlock’s hand in both of his own.

"Howdy, buddy. How long’s it been? Eight years since I last clapped eyes on you?" He chuckled as I looked at Sherlock to see him looking back at Sebastian with only marginally disguised dislike. Sebastian turns to look at John and I.

"These are my friend, John Watson and Chris Cameron." He introduced as I hated how Sebastian licked his lips as he gazed over me as I gave an annoyed growl as I saw Sherlock beside me tense.

"Friend?" He laughed as he emphasized the word friend towards Sherlock. He shook our hands before he glanced over at Sherlock as if to say ‘I didn’t think you had friends!’ Grinning unpleasantly, he scratches his neck momentarily and my gaze falls on his wristwatch. As Sebastian turns away, I purse my lips as I had already taken to dislike to the man.

"Well, grab a pew. D’you need anything? Coffee, water?" He offered as Sherlock shakes his head.

"No." John responded before he glanced over at me.

"Do you need anything?" He winked as I was utterly disgusted as I saw Sherlock coming closer towards me.

"Please let me hit him" My voice in a very low whisper as Sherlock beside me chuckled but pulled out a chair for me as I sat down, before he sat down next to me, our hands were slightly brushing each other as I gulped.

"No? We’re all sorted here, thanks." He sounded a bit disappointed as he looked at us before his secretary leaves the room, Sebastian sits down at his opposite us.

"So, you’re doing well. You’ve been abroad a lot." Sherlock casually began the conversation.

"Well, some." Sebastian chuckled.

"Flying all the way round the world twice in a month?" I questioned as I saw Sherlock smirk in my direction as I saw John frown in confusion but Sebastian just laughs and points at Sherlock. He was slightly shocked that I could deduct as it was evident by the way he loosened his tie around his neck.

"Right. You’re doing that thing." He smirked before he looks at John. "We were at uni together. This guy here had a trick he used to do."

"It’s not a trick." Sherlock snapped quietly.

"….He could look at you and tell you your whole life story." Sebastian continued.

"Yes, I’ve seen him do it." John stated as a matter of fact.

"Put the wind up everybody. We hated him." Sebastian kept going as I saw Sherlock turning his head away and looks down, his face momentarily filling with pain. I felt bad as my hand grasped his for a moment, giving it a squeeze before I let go as I knew he was looking at me slightly surprised. I liked Sebastian less and less.

"You’d come down to breakfast in the Formal Hall and this freak would know you’d been shagging the previous night." He kept on going as I rolled my eyes.

"I simply observed." Sherlock responded simply.

"Go on, enlighten me. Two trips a month, flying all the way around the world – you’re quite right. How could you tell?" He quizzed as Sherlock opens his mouth but Sebastian continues speaking.

"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." He replied smugly as I was ready to hit him into the oblivion, doesn't he have any manners as I saw John force a small smile as Sherlock patted my knee unnoticeable as I leant back into my seat further.

"No, I ..." Sherlock tried but Sebastian kept on going. I rubbed my temple; didn’t his mother ever teach him manners?

"Maybe it was the mud on my shoes!" I watched as Sherlock simply looks back at him for a moment before speaking.

"I was just chatting with your secretary outside. She told me." Sherlock stated as I bit back a snort as John frowns round at him, confused by such an ‘ordinary’ explanation. Sebastian laughs humorlessly and Sherlock smiles back at him with an equal lack of humor. Sebastian claps his hands together, and then becomes more serious if he can be serious.

"I’m glad you could make it over. We’ve had a break-in." He informed as he leads us across the trading floor towards another door. "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."

"What did they steal?" John questioned as I felt my coat pocket vibrate as I frowned pulling out my phone.

"Nothing. Just left a little message." He informed as I glanced at the caller before sighing.

"Sherlock" I called as he turned frowning as I held up my phone.

"I've got to take this, I'll catch up with you later" I informed as he nodded watching me closely as I turned to leave before pressing answer.

"Лучше бы это важно (This better be important)" I spoke with a thick Russian accent into the phone as I was walking down the stairs.

"Нам нужно встретиться (We need to meet)"

"Я в Лондоне. Я не буду в России в течение нескольких месяцев. (I'm in London. I'm not going to Russia for a few months.)" I snapped with authority in my voice.

"Что ты делаешь в Лондоне? Я думал, вы должны были быть во Франции? (What are you doing in London? I thought you had to be in France?)"

"Я был во Франции месяц назад. Я закончил свой бизнес рано и думал, что я провести некоторое время в Лондоне. Ведение глаза на вещи ..... но это вызов не является социальной чата. Вам никогда не придется социальных чаты, только бизнес, так что вы хотите? (I was in France a month ago. I finished my business early and thought I'd spend some time in London. Keeping an eye on things ..... but this call is not a social chat. You will never have social chats, just business, so what you want?)" I snapped back getting annoyed as I heard him gulp on the other end of the line.

"У нас есть проблемы с системой безопасности. Агент ушел изгоев, которые должны быть прекращены. (We have problems with the security system. Agent gone rogue who must be stopped.)" He reported as I clicked my tongue as I was walking down the street.

"Я дам тебе десять минут, не тратьте мое время. (I'll give you ten minutes, do not waste my time.) I instructed fiercely before hanging up and calling for a taxi. It was quiet as I made my way towards a park, grabbed a cup of hot chocolate, before sitting down on a bench in the open sipping, what looked like coffee as a man sat beside me. I can't give away his name so let's call him X.

 "Wonderful day we are having" He spoke his English accent is appalling as his thick Russian accent rung out like a crisp.

"Yes but I always carry an umbrella" I responded as he leant back in the bench seat lazily as I didn't look at him but smirked as I t took another sip of my drink.

"You're accent is appalling. You've been behind a desk for too long" I stated as he shifted nervously in his seat. He slipped out an orange envelope from the inside of his coat before lazily handing it towards me as I opened it to find a picture of the agent.

"She was undercover here in London for a year several months ago. We lost contact and found out from our sources that she's been leaking our secrets to the British government." He instructed as I pulled out the next photo and froze.

"What is this?" I asked stiffly with a raised eyebrow.

"Her new weakness, we were planning on sending a team to eliminate her, but since you've been in town…"

"I've got the case handled" I ordered sharply slipping the photo's back into envelope.

"But…"

"Considered it handled!" I snapped as he gulped and quickly left. I was furious as I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text before ten minutes later I saw Mycroft's car pull up as I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me. I was ready to murder this very second.

"I know I'm not the only agent feeding Britain Russian secrets or any countries secrets for that matter. But I do mind when a rogue agent who has the whole Russian government hit squad after her is sleeping with my brother-in-law!" I shouted sharply as Mycroft flinched.

"She's been useful and we've granted her protection…."

"Not from me you haven't Mycroft. Now you can give her a warning that she is to leave Britain and go into hiding, but if I see her with my brother-in-law once more, I will not be the British agent. I will be the assassin from Russia am I understood!" I snapped.

"A warning from you means a lot" He spoke slowly as I glared.

"She has one week Mycroft. I'm being dead serious" I spat.

"I can see that"

"I was hired to handle a rogue agent. And if you can't get her to keep her slutty paws to herself then I will handle the situation!" I growled before getting out of the car and walking back to Baker Street.