A/N: wow, over three hundred of you guys thought this good enough to read? Thank you so much!

She had waited for five minutes, only to be given entrance by Kate, who had seen her outside. She stood outside of the room to hear the familiar voice of Irene say, 'Oh, and somebody loved you. Why, if I had to punch that face, I'd avoid your nose and teeth too.' She took this as her queue to enter, phone in hand as she received a text.

Hey. Want to have dinner? x JM

She shook her head slightly, glancing up to see Irene's naked backside.

'Hi Rene.' She rolled her eyes comically at the woman before sitting down next to Sherlock and texting back. Can't. Think I may B off the force. Did U have anything to do with that? X IW.

'Could you put something on, please? Er, anything at all.' John had entered and was looking very uncomfortable. He glanced down at the napkin in his hand before holding it out. 'A napkin?'

'Hello Bels.' she smiled at the girl before turning to John, 'Why? Are you feeling exposed?'

'I don't think my brother knows where to look.' Izzy smirked, earning and irked expression for Sherlock who stood and shook out his coat before holding it out to Irene, who walked closer to John , challenging him not to look any lower than her face.

'No, I think he knows exactly where.' She spun on her heel to look at Sherlock who was still looking away, and take the coat from him, 'I'm not sure about you.'

Sherlock gritted his teeth, saying, 'If I wanted to look at naked women I'd borrow John's laptop.' Izzy groaned, holding a hand over her eyes and muttering, 'Way, way, to much information.'

'You do borrow my laptop.' John said.

'I confiscate it.' Sherlock replied, walking to the fireplace. Irene put the coat on and sat next to Izzy, crossing one leg over the other.

'Well, never mind. We've got better things to talk about. Now tell me- I need to know… how was it done?'

'What?' Sherlock glanced at her.

'The hiker with the bashed-in head. How was he killed?'

'That's not why I'm here.' Both the boys looked confused and Izzy rolled her eyes, turning to Irene.

'I suppose to have done this you needed darling James?'

'Yep. How is he by the way?' Irene sent a pointed glance to her phone, which buzzed, letting her know he had replied. She ignored Irene's conversation with Sherlock as John walked out of the room and focused on the phone, reading the texts which seemed to be flowing more quickly now.

Oh. Yeh. Heard bout that business with Pravda. Apparently all of them committed mass suicide in cells. Found in morning with bullets in their heads. No one knows how they got the gun in. x JM She felt half happy and half disgusted at the news, though she was grateful that he was still looking out for her.

U know UR a psycho? :D x IW

Yep. You love it. x JM His reply made her grin and she ignored both the weird look Sherlock was giving her and the approving one of Irene.

U back in London then? x IW

Yep. Want to help with latest evil plan? xxx JM

Oh God. U put three 'x', that means it's something REALLY bad. x IW

I'll call you later. xxx JM She slipped the phone back into her pocket just as the fire alarm went off, just in time to notice how Irene looked to the mirror.

'Thank you. On hearing a smoke alarm, a mother would look towards her child. Amazing how fire exposes out priorities.' Sherlock walked to the fireplace and pressed a switch on it's underside, making the mirror move upwards. Behind it was a small safe which Sherlock immediately went to examine. 'Really hope you don't have a baby in here. All right John, you can turn it off now.' He waited a second before repeating himself. ' I said you can turn it off now!' John's reply was muffled but the beeping immediately stopped, unfortunately it seemed the reason for that was the three men who intantly came through the door, their guns waving. The immediately neutralised the people they saw at threats in the room, dragging John and Irene to the floor and making the bad decision of not seeing Izzy as someone to be worried about. 'Hands behind your head!' The leader glared at Sherlock, waving the gun between Sherlock and Izzy before looking at Irene. 'On the floor. Keep it still.'

'Sorry, Sherlock.' John muttered.

'Ms. Adler, on the floor.' She was shoved to the ground, only to glared at the officers.

'Don't you want me on the floor too?' Sherlock asked seriously, making Izzy burst into fits of inappropriate laughter. 'Oh, ignore her. She's mentally impaired, low-functioning sociopath.'

'I want you to open the safe.' The man ignored Izzy and she edged closer to him.

'American. Interesting. Why would you care?' He glanced at Irene.

'Sir, the safe, now, please.'

'I don't know the code.' Sherlock said.

'We've been listening. She said she told you.' The man was completely oblivious.

'Well, if you'd been listening, you'd know she didn't.' Sherlock rolled his eyes.

'I'm assume I missed something. From your reputation, I'm assuming you didn't Mr. Holmes.'

'For God's sake. She's the one who knows the code. Ask her.'

'Yes, sir. She also knows the code that automatically calls the police and sets off the burglar alarm. I've learned not to trust this woman.' The man said.

'Mr. Holmes doesn't…' Irene tried to protest but was quickly stopped by the lead.

'Shut up. One more word out of you- just one- and I will decorate that wall with the insides of your head. That, for me, will not be a hardship.' Sherlock glared at him harshly.

'Mr. Archer. At the count of three, shoot Doctor Watson.'

'What?' John looked up, shocked.

'I don't have the code.' Sherlock's voice was beginning to strain.

'One.'

'I don't know the code' He said emphatically.

'Two.'

'She didn't tell me. I don't know it.' He practically shouted.

'I'm prepared to believe you any second now.' Izzy groaned quietly, hoping Sherlock would understand what Irene was trying to tell him by the bobbing of her head down to look at her body.

'Three.'

'No, stop!' Sherlock shouted, turning to the safe and slowly typing in the numbers 322334. The safe opened noisily and Sherlock sighed in relief.

'Thank you Mr. Holmes. Open it, please.'

He turned to the lock, about to open it, only to see Irene jerk her head slightly. He stopped and spoke quickly, 'Vatican Cameos!'

So i have a feeling that quite a few of you guys will have pieced together who the mysterious JM is. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you did then please leave a review, it makes my day when you do. All contructive criticism is encouraged, so even if you've not enjoyed it than please tell me what you didnt like so i can work on it - xoxo IW