A/N So here's Chapter 4 :)

Strangely enough, life seemed to carry on as normal, or, how normal my life normally is, after 'that' event happened. Of course, neither Sherlock nor John knew that I was there in the first place (I checked their thoughts), so it would have been weird if I mentioned it to them. I do wish that I could tell them about my wings. I love flying, although I have to fly late at night, because people would see me if I flew in the morning. It's just annoying having to pull my wings in all the time.

A few weeks after Moriaty and Sherlock had finally met each other(more or less, seeing as technically they already had met each other), Sherlock's somewhat charming brother(note the tone of sarcasm) put us on a case, leading us to 'the woman', also known as Irene Adler; and yes, she is the same Irene that made that phone call. At first it was just a case of such-and-such has compromising photos of such-and-such. Then it got a lot more complicated, as one those "boring cases" which Sherlock had immediately turned down, turned out to be not so boring after all. Then there was this business with her phone and it's mysterious combination which she refused to say (I couldn't very well say that I knew what it was, as then I would have had to say that I could hear her thoughts). One thing led to another, and before I realised it, they had a thing going on between them. Not exactly your normal girl-likes-boy-boy-likes-girl-they-start-going-out kind of thing, it was a she-likes-him-and-she-is-the-only-person-to-ever-' beat'-Sherlock, Sherlock-is-sort-of-attracted-to-her-but-is-more-f ocused-on-"the work" thing. Of course, the only girl that Sherlock's ever taken any notice of has to be a girl that works for Moriaty; figures.

Before long, John and Mrs Hudson were growing worried about Sherlock, even Mycroft was worried, because "apparently" (get what I mean when I say apparently) Irene had "died". I personally was not worried about Sherlock at all, I knew for a fact that, although he sort of liked her, he is definitely not heartbroken. The reason Sherlock was acting a bit strange (stranger than normal) was because he's wondering why he actually has feelings all of a sudden (I had been wondering that as well, seeing as I was under the impression that he didn't have any). Being me; I decided to simply let things unfold, as I could see no immediate danger. I knew that Irene would reveal herself eventually, so I would just put up with all these constant Mycroft-to-John phone calls until she did. Sherlock was also starting to write sad music; jeez, he is really trying to prove a point. And- oh my god. Sherlock, for god's sake! I understand what you're trying to do, but seriously; it still hasn't occurred to him what the code might be? It says, "I am **** locked. I am SHERlocked, obvious.

So Irene FINALLY decided to announce that she's not dead. Interesting how she wanted to talk to John instead of Sherlock, but I suppose she knew that, because John thought he was going to meet Mycroft, he did sort of, tell her all she needed to know. Anyway, I thought it was quite funny that Sherlock was right there, listening in. I suppose, in some ways, I am like Moriaty and Sherlock, I find it amusing to watch people dance.

To make matters even more complicated than they already were, Sherlock has decided that he will tell her what the mysterious code, which she has on her phone, means(It's not really a code; it's the…sequence I suppose you could call it, for a jumbo jet. So the jet, the time and the seat numbers of the jet, in case you're wondering), knowing full well that she will tell Moriaty what that code means. Sherlock's going to do this, all in the hope of figuring out the code on her phone, or rather, ensuring that the code on her phone is such and such. I know he already suspects a couple of things, and he's had a few goes with it already, but to no avail.

I was wondering if I could, somehow plant the idea in his head, that it could be blah blah blah, because, as Sherlock will say, "you can't kill an idea can you? Not once it's made a home", presumably in your mind. No, Sherlock, you can't kill an idea, or rather, a person can't really kill another person's idea. It's like, if someone has told you not to think of something, you will automatically think of that something. It's hard to explain, but if I say, "don't think of bananas", you will think of bananas, even if only for a second. People don't realise it's happening, but when they hear things, they get an image in their mind of that thing. As I said, it's hard to explain, but, because I can read people's minds; I've got a pretty good understanding of how the mind works.

Ok, this is getting ridiculous.

"Sherlock," I said casually, as Irene went to get something from the kitchen. "Has it ever occurred to you that Irene could be working for Moriaty?" I asked, trying not to sound too irritated.

"Yes, of course it has! I'm not stupid like the rest of you," Sherlock said. I'm obviously not the only one who is irritated, although, unlike Sherlock, I managed to hide my irritation.

"Then why are you going to tell her the code? I suppose if you knew what the code on her phone was, then it would make up for your brothers' plans being spoiled, but otherwise, I do not see why you would tell her. And don't deny it, because we both know she is working for Moriaty" I said, trying to get my point across.

"How do you know she is working for Moriaty?" Sherlock said, accusingly.

"I don't know, but I assumed, and you have just proved my assumption correct. I'm guessing you don't know the code. I don't know for sure" (actually, I did know for sure, but I couldn't exactly say that) "but I think the problem is that you've been focusing too much on the code itself. You need to take a step back; you need to look at the bigger picture." I said. With that, I decided to go back to my apartment. If I had a conversation like that with any normal person, they would probably ask me if I was sane or not. Thankfully, Sherlock is not exactly a normal person.