SHERLOCK'S POV

It had been a tedious three weeks, two days and two hours since Van Coon's inevitable death, and I was bored out of my mind. This case was dragging on much longer than it should have in my opinion and it was really annoying me. We had been running around day after day after day trying to find a lead, something … anything that could lead us closer to our killer but to no avail. It was if we had had that one day at the crime scene and then the trail had gone cold. Usually I could solve a case in one or two days, a week tops. But this was taking forever to solve! It was like having Abrielle around had slowed down my processing and ability to think. I didn't quite understand her. She was a genius though. A genius with the ability to break down the very essence of who you are in the matter of seconds. She was impressive. What's more she was a Watson. She was John but smarter … and more feminine and prettier obviously. She was just so distracting, always popping into my thoughts at random. It was the reason I've been avoiding her for so long, I left with John before she woke up every morning, I came home with John when I knew she was out of the flat shopping, or fast asleep late at night. I just couldn't face her. I mean, imagine what would happen if I saw her face to face! It would most certainly be worse then simply thinking about her. If I saw her my brain would be consumed with thoughts of her! I would have no rest from her. She never joined us when we ran around looking for clues, so she quite obviously wanted to avoid me as well, most likely for the same reason. Which actually made it easier for me in knowing that she understood. Oh here I go again. Good lord. Could I really not go five minutes without being bothered with thoughts of the youngest Watson. Honestly! So back to the topic on hand. Leads in the case. Yes, I know we haven't found a lead yet per say, but today I was going to give news to Sebastian and see if maybe he has another clue for us. I had gotten word from his secretary that he would be coming to The Ledbury for the evening, so here we are. John and I walked ever closer to the table. Listening as Sebastian's loud voice carried on throughout the area alerting us of where he was sitting.

"... and he's left trying to sort of cut his hair with a fork, which of course can never be done!" I heard him say to his buddies, laughing at his obviously lame joke. We walked closer, waiting for someone to notice us. Finally after a good five minutes of just standing there like an idiot I had enough.

"It was a threat. That's what the graffiti meant." I said as loudly as I possibly could. Sebastian turned around, looking at me with a malice glare. I know that I interrupted his meet up with his friends, but really he should have seen this coming. He knew who I was. He had after all beat me up in Uni. He knew just how rude I could be, and yet he still glared at me like an upset parent when I disrupted his silly little dinner plans.

"I'm kind of in a meeting. Can you make an appointment with my secretary?" Sebastian inquired, looking at me with a very cross look. He was angry at me, yet I saved him from the criticism that he would most likely get for that god awful joke he had made. Just from the look of the other gentlemen at the table you could tell that they hated him. In fact one keeps checking his phone for the time, one has the fakest smile in the world placed on his lips, and the other one that sat directly across from Sebastian kept looking around the restaurant as if he were bored and wanted to leave as soon as possible. If I hadn't shown up everyone would have up and left by now. No, I was doing Sebastian a favor, and how does he repay me? With anger. Besides, he had hired in the first place, if he didn't like how I presented the information he could go crying to someone else for help.

"I don't think this can wait. Sorry, Sebastian. One of your traders – someone who worked in your office – was killed." I explained, giving him a pointed look. His face immediately morphed into an appalled expression, surprised at the depressing news. Everyone took death so badly, as if someone dying was such a bad thing. All it meant was that someone was too weak to live in a harsh world such as our own. Deaths happened all the time, in fact 1.8 of the human population died every single second. They were a constant thing as well as inevitable. We're born, we live, we reproduce, we die. It's the circle of life, and it is something that won't ever change. So what's the point in mourning a dead person, when inevitably you'll be dead soon yourself? Just as I was about to explain all of this in front of everyone, a voice … A very familiar voice in fact stopped me from doing so.

"So in knowing that someone was killed, I'd say it's time for a nice little chat. Don't ya think?" Abrielle questioned sarcastically, pushing past me as she made herself known to Sebastian. She rose her left eyebrow at the man placing her hands on her hips, making herself look like the exact definition of intimidation.

While her and Sebastian had a full out staring competition John looked at me in confusion.

"How does she just appear out of thin air?" He whispered to me, looking over towards his younger sibling as though she were a puzzle to be figured out.

"It beats me, besides shouldn't you know more than me, it is after all your sister we're talking about." I replied to him with the shake of my head. I just didn't understand that woman. She was a fire without a flame, a puzzle with missing pieces, and a question mark with no answer. First of all, how did she know we were here? She could have asked the secretary as well but her shift had ended an hour ago. How did she know exactly when to enter the conversation? Had she been listening? No, she couldn't have been, I would have noticed her right off the bat. And the larger question still was; who was she? She was Abrielle Watson, John's younger sister. That part was obvious. But who was she really? What was she hiding from us? The secret that was so dear to her that she would hurt people to keep it safe. Who was Abrielle? And better yet, why didn't John know about her either?

"What?" I heard Sebastian reply in total confusion, snapping me completely out of my thoughts.

"One of your workers was killed, and unless you want us to arrest you for obstruction of justice, I'd suggest you come with us." Abrielle replied to the man, looking as though she were extremely irritated with him.

"You can't do bull. He's a private detective, he's not the bloody police. He has no authority over me." Sebastian argued, pointing over towards me and John in an accusing manner. I glanced over at Abrielle, her eyes darkening as she got very, very angry at Seb's reply. She was very, very cross now, and being on the receiving end of that anger was never a good place to be. I can tell you that from experience. Something was going to happen, Abrielle was going to do something, I didn't know what, but I knew one thing was for sure … this was not going to end well at all for Sebastian.

"He may be a private detective, but i'm so much more." Abrielle replied after taking a nice calming breath, holding out the same wallet I had stolen from her at the crime scene. Interesting, she carried it around with her. Maybe I could steal it off her person one of these days. I knew whatever was in there had to do with her job, the question was, what kind of job was it?

"My apologies, I didn't know." Sebastian apologized, a blush of red streaming across his cheeks due to embarrassment.

"Yeah, well no one is supposed to. Now come with us or I'll have you arrested on the spot." Abrielle replied, strutting away immediately after. We quickly followed after her, my long legs keeping up with hers as John and Sebastian walked meekly behind us. Her job was obviously the secret that she wanted to hide. And it had to be something dangerous or something John wouldn't approve of otherwise it wouldn't be a secret in the first place. And if it had to do with having more power than us then there was only so many jobs it could be. But which one was it?

"Wait, who was killed?" Sebastian asked in confusion, trying his best to keep up with our fast pace. Abrielle sighed, looking back towards John as if pleading him to explain to the idiot.

"Van Coon. The police are at his flat." John explained, rolling his eyes at Abrielle's antics.

"Now stop asking questions and walk." Abrielle demanded, looking back towards Sebastian with a harsh glare. She was fire alright, and now I've found her flame. Not only that but now I knew even more about her. I was so close to finding out the great Abrielle Watson's secret. I was so close to victory, the only thing standing in my way was that stupid wallet. I need to get the wallet, somehow, someway without her knowing. That wallet was the deciding factory in our little game of chess. I just need to take her king and destroy her chances of victory. She better watch her back, because that wallet was her king and I was coming in for the capture. I was going to win.