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Chapter 1 - "Did You Get Any Sleep Last Night?"

'The Brownstone', Manhattan NY 3:29am

Amidst the foggy evening a crescent moon shone brightly, hidden behind several shadowing clouds as if reminded of the horrors that once stood below. All lights were off in the neighbourhood as all people slept soundlessly. However, under one roof, there was a man sitting on the wooden floor leaning on his sofa with papers strewn across in every direction. He scanned crime scripts with detail and focus scratching his chin and knitting his eyebrows. Sleep tugged at his wake but he did not dare stop. His name was Sherlock Holmes.

He was so close to solving one of the many mysteries involved in his newest case. All he needed was the name of one man. He had reduced his suspect pool from every man in Manhattan to every man that was a banker. It was a start. Gazing at the wall above the fireplace, he cleared his mind and focused hard on the evidence presented to him. Suddenly his eyes widened and he jumped to his feet, stepping closer to the wall. Squinting closely at a small ballpoint pen that was found at the scene, he stiffened. In almost invisible scripture, a tiny letter R had been etched onto the surface. How had he forgotten about it?

Quickly, he rummaged through the boxes of files and threw all the ones that corresponded to the initial R in front of him and onto the floor. When the last one hit with a slap, its picture came out of the folder and he knew instantly that was the man he was looking for. Ignorant to the time of day he busted into action, running up the stairs two at a time and bursting into his roommate's bedroom.

"Watson!"

The bedroom door opened with intense speed. His eyes sparkled as he finally found the missing piece to his jigsaw. Seeing his companion, Joan Watson, still asleep, he hurried to the bed and shook her awake... hard.

"Whoa what? Sherlock? What are you doing? It's three thirty in the morning!" She grumbled, groggily checking her alarm clock.

"Precisely!" He exclaimed, ripping open her closet and pulling out an outfit. "I'm in a hurry. Shall I select your undergarments as well?"

"What! Wait! It's three thirty. Where could we possibly be going?" Watson said annoyed and wiped her eyes.

"All stores are closed at this time."

"To the bank my dear Watson. They are open 24/7."

"Ugh!"

"I can't believe I didn't think of this before. The bank fraud causing the American government to lose 3 million dollars took place exactly 3 days before the murder of young Rebecca Thomas. The only evidence left during the bank fraud was a small-engraved R into the side of a bank teller. Now the pen that was found at the scene of Rebecca Thomas' murder had the same engraved R. Respectively, we are looking for Mr. Richard Gardner. The man that was arrested in 2012 for stalking..."

"Rebecca Thomas... I had dinner with her mother last week and she did seem quite nervous. Come to think of it, I did see a man talking with Rebecca's mom after I left. He started to scream and cause a small commotion and then she handed him an envelope of... money, I suspect. You don't think her mother, Jane was involved with this?"

Shuffling under her sheets, Watson began pulling on the clothes Sherlock had given her. "You're quite right, I do. Jane Thomas was the one behind the bank fraud. She was traumatized and threatened by Mr. Gardner. He forced her into a situation where she had to pay him to save her daughters life, Christine Thomas' life. The girl in which Mr. Gardner stalked in October last year. Though she couldn't have predicted that he would suddenly turn on her younger daughter Rebecca, even after she had paid him her stolen sum."

"Oh my god. Well where's Gardner now?"

Sherlock turned to see his partner clothed and met her gaze. "Mr. Gardner was bailed from prison 5 days ago, the same day you went out for dinner with Mrs. Thomas. So he is at the bank, Watson, he works late nights as a cash officer." He smirked at her, proud of his latest conclusion. "And that's exactly where we are headed."

The two detectives hurriedly paced down the steps. Sherlock snatched his black coat and put it on at a fast rate. Seeing as Watson had just stepped down the last stair due to grogginess, Sherlock gritted his teeth. Grabbing Watson's grey jumper, he held it open for her and she slid in. While she buttoned her coat Sherlock opened the door with a swish, politely waiting for Watson to go through first. Finishing her last button, she put on her red wool hat and stepped out, her dark heels clicking. As Watson left hurriedly to call a taxi, Sherlock smiled at the sight of his trusty companion while closing the door with a slam.

The cab made a quick turn and parked swiftly in front of the brownstone. Watson threw open the back door and slid into the seat, holding it open for Sherlock. Getting in, he yelled the address of the bank at the driver and closed the door. As the cabbie began towards their destination, Joan glanced towards her partner. He was staring intently out the side window, watching closely as spring rain started to fall. Water spattered against the glass and she couldn't see clearly where they were going. Her attention moved to his face. His eyes seemed darker now; faint rims of grey along the bottom, yet they still had their satisfied twinkle. She looked away now, fearing he might notice her staring. In silence they sat for a moment and she thought, making an effort to hide her smile. Never had she met a man more devoted to his work, let alone so good at it. The solution to an investigation seemed to come so easily to him. He was in her mind undeniably brilliant. Suddenly the taxi stopped, knocking her out of her trance. As Sherlock tipped the driver, they stepped onto the stairs of the bank and she faced him once more, this time unable to suppress her smile.

"Did you get any sleep last night?"