Um...hi...

So before you all start yelling at me for not updating this chapter since JULY (wow...) let me just say that I probably don't have a very good excuse haha. I mean there was school, and I did get a little caught up in my other stories so...yeah no real excuse. But in my defense, Sherlock Holmes is a very difficult character to write/work with. It was way harder (for me) to get into the Sherlock mindset while writing this particular story.

That being said, I will try and keep up more with this story. I have it all planned out I just need to write it haha. I would say expect updates every other week, and I will try and make the chapters longer. This is just what I have written so far and I was going to save it but it works as a pretty good transitional chapter and it can be my little Christmas/Happy Holidays/Happy New Year (it's a stretch I know) present to you all. To those of you who still have faith in me, don't lose hope. I will post more often for this story I promise! And if I don't you have permission to go on my tumblr and annoy me with anon messages.

Alright! I'll stop talking now :) Hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes or the BBC show Sherlock. I only own Kitty.


One week. She had been in London for an entire week and had done absolutely nothing. Her fight with Sherlock had been draining. Kitty almost completely ignored the man now. She would only talk to John and her aunt, and would only give Sherlock a few nods and passing glances. Either he didn't notice her anger with him or he just didn't care. Honestly she didn't care either; all she wanted to do was go on a case. She wanted—no needed to prove that she was capable.

Walking out of her aunt's room she gently closed the door and checked over herself quickly in the hallway mirror. She had heard John come back from the store a few seconds ago and deemed it safe enough to head upstairs. Taking in a deep breath Kitty turned and bounded up the steps, catching the end of John and Sherlock's conversation.

"Because I had a row in the shop with a chip and pin machine." John huffed and Sherlock seemed a bit confused,

"You had a row with a machine?"

"Sort of. It sat there and I shouted abuse." John answered while Kitty came in through the open door. The doctor glanced back at her, "Have you got any cash?"

Kitty shrugged, "Kind of unemployed at the moment."

"Take my card," Sherlock had a small smile on his face but it was wiped off as soon as he and Kitty met eyes. Kitty fought back a scowl and instead watched John walk to the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks and looked back at Sherlock who was still seated in his chair, open book in hands.

"You know you could always go yourself. You've been sitting there all morning. You've not even moved since I left." John went to retrieve the card, "What happened about that case you were offered, the Jaria diamond?"

Kitty glanced at Sherlock. That was a case she had expressed interest in and had hoped it would be her first one. Sherlock snapped his book shut, "Not interested." Kitty scrunched her brow at him when she saw him quickly kick what looked like a…sword further underneath his seat.

He didn't seem embarrassed that she had seen and locked eyes with her while he said, "I sent them a message."

John leaned down to inspect the table; a new scratch was on the wood. Ignoring it he looked back, "Kitty you want to join me?"

Kitty looked at him, then at Sherlock. From his cold gaze she could tell that he wasn't too keen on her company so she smiled at John, "Love to."

Nearly an hour later, Kitty and John walked back into the apartment toting bags of food. Sherlock was at his desk, hands folded in front of his face as he stared at his laptop screen. "Don't mind us we can manage." John grumbled as they moved around to the kitchen.

"Is that my computer?" John asked glancing over his shoulder at his friend. Sherlock didn't look up from the screen and began typing away on the keyboard,

"Of course. Mine was in my bedroom." John rolled his eyes and helped Kitty out of her coat before setting them both on top of his chair. Kitty took a seat across from Sherlock at the desk while John sat down in his own chair. Kitty rolled her eyes,

"What and it was too much trouble to get up?" Sherlock didn't stop typing, only glanced at her giving her an annoyed, icy glare before returning his attention to the laptop screen.

John scoffed, "But it's password protected."

"In a manner of speaking. Took me less than a minute to guess yours. Not exactly Fort Knox."

"Right, thank you." John clipped and took his laptop away from Sherlock. The detective seemed a bit annoyed but didn't say anything as John sat back down in his chair, setting the laptop aside. The entire room fell silent. Kitty awkwardly sat across from Sherlock, trying not to look at him. He wasn't even acknowledging her presence. He went into his "thinking pose" after a moment. Hands pressed together, fingers against his lips and resting underneath his nose.

Kitty couldn't help it. She watched him just out of the corner of her eyes. He was so…she couldn't find a word for him. He was all warm and cheerful—well as cheerful as Sherlock can be—with John and her aunt, but as soon as he even glanced at her, he was cold and rude. Kitty didn't know what she did to him. Sure, she'd yelled at him and called him an otter pretty loudly the very first day they'd met. So, yes she hadn't left a very good first impression. But, she'd been jetlagged, annoyed, frustrated that he'd been able to tell so much about her just by looking at her and terrified. Kitty hardly ever opened herself up to anyone. She almost always had walls up around her, protecting her from getting too hurt.

She refused, absolutely refused, to let anyone else ever have that satisfaction. The only person who'd ever been able to really hurt her had been…him. Kitty shuddered, not wanting to think about that particular person and instead started to nervously chew on her thumbnail, staring down at the desk.

What she didn't see though, was the watchful eye of Sherlock Holmes. He could quite literally read everything about her. And of course he'd seen her shoulders tense up, her jaw twitch and her hands quake for a fleeting moment. Obviously she'd been thinking about something bad from her past. Possibly the death of her parents? No…according to Mrs. Hudson that had happened years ago. A girl as stubborn as her wouldn't be that effected by it now…would she? No it had to be something else. Bad break up perhaps? She did seem to be very…closed off.

He heard John from behind them. Kitty glanced over at him when he sighed, rifling through a pile of bills. "I need to get a job." John announced, setting the envelopes back down. Kitty rolled her eyes playfully,

"Boring."

"Oh, dull."

She shot her eyes over at Sherlock. They'd spoken over each other, but had both said basically the same thing. Um…did they just…have a thing happen or was she going crazy? Sherlock ignored it, wringing his fingers together in front of his nose. Kitty on the other hand was astounded. She and Sherlock had basically…well, agreed on something. She suddenly felt the urge to write this down. 'Today, me and the stiff, annoying, asshole detective actually had a breakthrough. We both had the same opinion of something.'

John didn't really notice it. He was too focused on trying to figure out what they should be doing for money. He leaned forward in his seat, "Listen Sherlock um…if you'd be able to lend me some…"

But he trailed off. Not really wanting to have this awkward conversation, and in front of Kitty of all people. He liked the girl. She was very nice and he was slowly building a strong friendship with her. He felt bad that Sherlock was acting so negatively towards her. He wanted to help her, but he didn't know how to get his damn flat mate to start acting like a decent person. Well, Sherlock was a good man, just…a bit hard to work around. Speaking of his flat mate…

"Sherlock are you listening?" John asked, noticing that the detective wasn't really looking at anything. He was staring at the wall above Kitty's head, boring a hole into it with his eyes. He was silent for a long moment, and even Kitty was about to say something. Instead, Sherlock sat back in his seat and stood up abruptly.

"I need to go to the bank." He announced, pushing back his desk chair and walking out of the apartment grabbing his long coat on the way.

Kitty just gaped at his fleeting form. Turning her questioning stare to John, she saw he was equally confused. And before either could say anything else, they had both shot up from their seats, fumbling over each other for their coats and bounding down the steps after Sherlock Holmes.


"So…this isn't really a…bank." Kitty slowly pointed out following John out of the taxi. She had to crane her head back just to get a view of the peak of the large building standing before her. She felt John press a gentle hand to her back, guiding her inside the revolving doors with Sherlock in the lead. The signs on the doors read "Shad Sanderson". Kitty jogged forward to walk next to the silent detective—he hadn't said a word the entire ride over. "Now when you said you need to go to the bank you meant…what exactly?"

All Sherlock Holmes did to reply to her, was send her a cold scowl. Kitty sent one right back before rolling her eyes and snapping at him, "Excuse me for not understanding. Not everyone is a mad genius like you."

Sherlock stopped before stepping onto the escalator, turned his head towards her and simply waited. She'd get it after a moment. Finally it seemed to dawn on Kitty that she'd literally complimented him—back-handed or not. Kitty's eyes widened momentarily before she pointed a warning finger at him, opened her mouth to retort or backtrack on what she'd just said, but couldn't find the proper words. So instead she ended up on the classic, "Shut up."

The detective turned away from her, stepping onto the escalator. Was that a smile? Kitty wondered keeping a close eye on Sherlock's back. She looked to John for help, but the doctor could only shrug for he was equally as confused as her. John and Kitty decided it was best to stick close to Sherlock seeing as they'd never been inside this building and it was the detective's idea to come here. Though they had yet to find out why he'd brought them here.

Before long, they were led into an office in one of the top floors of the building. And as much as Kitty tried to ask Sherlock for the reason why they were in this very big, very expensive financial building, he would never answer. Kitty was on the verge of regretting following after him. She'd hoped that this would lead to a case somehow. Maybe the three of them would just…run into one on the way to the bank. Maybe the bank would have been robbed the previous night. Maybe there would be a murder to solve on the way over. Kitty's mind started racing through all the possibilities, already coming up with different conclusions to each made up fantasy.

"Sherlock Holmes." A new voice caught her attention. Kitty looked up from the floor, finding a tall, dark haired man with a wide grin coming into the office. She quickly glanced at the name plate on the desk, "Sebastian Wilkes" she read. Well, he certainly looks like a big-wig business man.

The detective reached past Kitty to extend his arm, giving his friend a solid hand-shake. "How are you old buddy?" Sebastian's wide grin never left his face as he clasped both his hands around Sherlock's shaking a bit more enthusiastically. Kitty watched Sherlock carefully, taking note of how stiff he was. Sure, he was always pretty stiff, but he seemed…not really uncomfortable around this Mr. Wilkes, but more like he was on guard. On guard for what?

"How long's it been," Sebastian continued speaking, "eight years since I last clapped eyes on you?"

Sherlock avoided the question and instead jerked his head—only slightly—towards the doctor. "This is my friend, John Watson."

Wilkes glanced at the doctor, "Friend?"

"Colleague." John quickly supplied. Kitty made a mental note of that. It was a bit odd; then again maybe John didn't want Sebastian thinking that he and Sherlock were an item. Kitty had to suppress a smile. The two would make a pretty cute couple when she thought about it.

Sebastian's dark eyes fell onto her, "And who is this lovely lady?"

Kitty opened her mouth to introduce herself but Sherlock beat her. "This is Catherine Fayne. She's my assistant." No one saw the gaping stare Kitty shot towards Sherlock.

"Assisstant? Since when did you need one of those?" Sebastian chuckled and turned towards Kitty, who quickly recovered—not before sending Sherlock her best icy glare—and held out her hand to the man.

"Mr. Holmes can get quite disorganized. Poor thing had to bring me in just to help him do his laundry." She giggled playfully, and was satisfied when Sebastian joined in with her. Of course, Sherlock did not appreciate that little comment. But, he had it coming. He could have at least said she was his colleague or something of that nature. Only he didn't. Sherlock just had to put her below his own level and make her seem like he was the boss of her. Yeah, right.

Sebastian moved around behind his desk after releasing Kitty's hand, asking if the three would like any drinks. They declined, and the boys sat down in the two chairs provided, while Kitty stood behind Sherlock's chair. She didn't really mind, she preferred to stand anyways. But…the whole standing behind the detective made her think that she was looking like a real assistant. Kitty chewed her lip and slowly moved to stand behind John's chair. Hopefully she wouldn't look so much like an "assistant" now.

"So, you're doing well." Sherlock began after settling into his seat, "You've been abroad a lot."

Sebastian shrugged, "Well, some." The detective barely let him finish before continuing.

"Flying all the way round the world, twice in a month." Kitty fought the urge to roll her eyes and put her hands into her coat pockets. Here we go.

The banker laughed, "Right. You're doing that thing." His wide grin was pointed towards John and Kitty, "We were at uni together, and this guy here had a trick he used to do."

"It's not a trick." Sherlock muttered. Kitty couldn't help but glance over at the detective. The way he'd said that he sounded…offended? Hurt? Obviously Sherlock didn't like it when people called his skill of deduction a trick so…had Sebastian called it a trick before? Kitty watched the detective a bit closer, keeping one eye on him but trying to stay attentive towards Sebastian as he continued.

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

"Yes," John replied, "we've both seen him do it." The doctor indicated Kitty, who simply nodded in agreement. Oh, she could never forget that. Watching Sherlock just delve into her personal and private life and dig through her past like it was an open book. She would never forget…and it would probably be a while until she really forgave him. Yes, she sort of understood now that that is just how Sherlock is but…he could at least learn how to apply some decent social skills every now and then.

"Put the wind up everybody." Sebastian chuckled, "We hated him." Hate? Kitty glanced at Sherlock, saw him nearly roll his eyes. He seemed annoyed but not exactly. Defeated? No, no Sherlock Holmes was never so easily defeated. Then what? Saddened perhaps? Is this visit with Sebastian Wilkes bringing up memories that Sherlock would rather leave behind?

Sebastian took a breath, "You'd come down to breakfast in the formal hall and this freak would know you'd been shagging the previous night."

"I simply observed." Sherlock retorted. Kitty felt her brow crease. Hmm…he'd said that quickly but not too quickly. Almost like he was about to defend himself but then decided against it.

"Go on," Sebastian grinned, "enlighten me. "Two trips a month flying all the way around the world." You're quite right. How could you tell?" Sherlock opened his mouth to respond but Sebastian spoke right over him, "You're going to tell me there was a stain on my tie from some special kind of ketchup you can only buy in Manhattan?"

Again Kitty watched Sherlock carefully. He seemed to be getting annoyed—something that apparently happened to him a lot—but this was different. And honestly, Kitty wasn't really enjoying how this Sebastian was talking to Sherlock. It seemed almost condescending or like he was making fun of the detective. Sure, Kitty would love to make fun of Sherlock Holmes, but not at the expense of bringing up unwanted memories. Which Sebastian had obviously done.

Sherlock opened his mouth to try and explain, "No I—"

"Or was it the mud on my shoes?" Sebastian again spoke right over the detective, wide grin never leaving his pale face. Kitty felt her jaw hitch. What was this guy's deal? Couldn't he tell how rude he was being? She slowly crossed her arms over her chest having to literally bite her tongue or else she might say something very, very vulgar, and subsequently ruin whatever Sherlock's plans were.

Sherlock paused, making sure that Sebastian was really done this time before answering. "I was just chatting with your secretary outside." What? When? "She told me." Kitty glanced at John and saw that he too was confused. They'd both been standing with Sherlock as he'd spoken to the secretary and not once had the detective asked about her bosses travels.

Mr. Wilkes' grin turned into a full on smile as he chuckled hardily. Kitty watched Sherlock for the proper reaction and when the detective gave Sebastian a tight lipped smile, she figured she didn't need to put in the effort. To her, Sherlock seemed beyond finished with this man and wanted nothing more than money and/or a case from him. And, as fate would have it…Sherlock had come to the right place.

"I'm glad you could make it over." Sebastian said after his chuckles died down. "We've had a break in."


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