John ran out the door first. Danielle noticed Angelo smiling at the three of them as they ran. She turned to him, as she swung the door open.

"Yeah could you hold my food for me? I'll be back for it!" Danielle called.

"Anything for dates of Sherlock's!" Angelo replied.

Danielle didn't reply. To be honest, she ran off as soon as she finished speaking.

Now, Danielle knew she wasn't a fast runner. Sherlock and John were already ways ahead of her. She remembered an important thing about running was to pace yourself.

Unfortunately as she realized this, Sherlock and John had run off a long ways. If there was one thing she hated more than running, it was having to run faster than someone else.

She braced herself, then started running.

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Yeah that plan worked for about two blocks.

"This was such a bad life decision." Danielle mumbled to herself, still running.

She could make out Sherlock's head of hair in the distance. His hair was so distinctive she could make it out from space.

If she squinted, she could see John behind Sherlock. Despite what the cane implied John was good on his feet.

She kept running though. She pushed herself fast enough to see which way Sherlock and John were going.

They stopped at one point. Danielle was relieved. She managed to catch up to them at that point. John was standing idle, Sherlock had his fingers on his forehead. He was muttering rapidly under his breath.

"Hey." She panted. "Woo. You two are fast-"

John moved to put a hand on Danielle's back when Sherlock stood up straight. He began running down the road.

Danielle swore before she and John followed after him.

Sherlock bumped into a man as he ran inside a building. The man yelled in protest.

"Sorry!" John and Danielle called over their shoulders before following Sherlock.

The three raced up the stairways. Danielle was cursing every decision she made before following these two.

As they were running up another set of stairs, Sherlock called down to them. "Come on, John, Danielle!"

Danielle huffed, pulling herself behind John. "The next...body..they'll find...is his...if he tells us to 'hurry' again." Danielle warned.

John laughed in agreement.

The two ran faster after Sherlock.

He was racing over the roof. He ran to a ledge, jumping across the divide to the other side.

Danielle's eyes widened when she saw that. Because not only did it look majestic as fuck, but she had to do it next.

'I can jump that far.' She told herself. 'Probably. Maybe. Don't psyche yourself out!'

She saw John facing a similar dilemma. She decided to take a running start before leaping. After checking to make sure she wouldn't hit anything on her run, Danielle moved back. Sherlock was getting further ahead of them.

"Come on, John, Danielle! We're losing him!" Sherlock called out to them.

Well now Danielle had to make the jump. So she could kill Sherlock.

She ran.

She jumped.

She (somehow) didn't die.

When John landed, the three went back to running.

There was a lot of sharp turns into alleyways. Sherlock seemed to be running on some kind of mental GPS- because Danielle had no idea where they were going or how he was keeping track of it all.

As they ran to the end of one alleyway, Danielle could see a cab driving past.

"Ah, no!" Sherlock huffed in a fit of anger. He turned right out the alleyway. Danielle followed him. "This way." Sherlock called back to them

"I'm going this way!"

"Not you!" Sherlock snapped at Danielle. "No, this way!" Sherlock called back to John.

"Sorry." John replied. He had turned left.

Danielle hummed. "Oh. That makes sense."

The three continued running. After the third or fourth turn she gave up counting. It was too much work to think about where- only following the man who seemed to know where they were headed. Danielle was starting to get annoyed by all the chasing.

Just when Danielle thought they would be running for ever, Sherlock ran out into the road. In the path of oncoming traffic. Including a taxi that Danielle thought was familiar.

Sherlock bounced onto his feet by the time Danielle ran up. "Police! Open her up!" He ordered the taxi.

He walked to the passenger door. Danielle followed. John-last but not least- came up in time for the door to be swung open.

Sherlock huffed. "No." He glanced at the man again. "Teeth, tan: what-Californian? L.A., Santa Monica. Just arrived."

"How can you possibly know that?" John asked.

"The luggage." Sherlock pointed down to the luggage by the man's feet. "It's probably your first trip to London, right, going by your final destination and the route the cabbie was taking you?"

"Sorry-are you guys the police?" The man replied.

"Yeah." Sherlock held up an ID. Danielle wasn't surprised the police gave him a badge- judging by how often he helped. "Everything all right?"

The American grinned. "Yeah."

Danielle decided it. Americans were a weird bunch.

Sherlock- after a pause- smiled too kindly to be real. "Welcome to London." He stormed off.

John leaned in to the passenger. "Er, any problems, just let us know." He closed the door.

Danielle turned to the cabbie. "Sorry for the interruption." She apologized.

The cabbie- an older man who was showing too much teeth in his grin- waved it off. "No problem, love, happens to the best of us."

Danielle smiled back. The taxi drove off. She went back to John and Sherlock. They were arguing again. Danielle was content to stand, and just not run anymore.

"Basically just a cab that happened to slow down." John mused.

"Basically." Sherlock shrugged.

"Not the murderer." John guessed.

"Not the murderer, no." Sherlock huffed.

"Wrong country, good alibi." John carried on.

"As they go." Sherlock sighed. He was looking around the street, no doubt wondering what he'd missed.

"Hey, where-where did you get this? Here." John reached for the ID.

"It's a police badge...for...for helping the police." Danielle reasoned.

John sucked in his lips. "Right." He looked at Sherlock. "Detective Inspector Lestrade?"

"Okay I was wrong." Danielle huffed.

"Yeah. I pickpocket him when he's annoying. You can keep that one, I've got plenty at the flat." Sherlock explained plainly.

John nodded. Danielle was surprised that she wasn't surprised. At the same time, they both started giggling.

"What?" Sherlock asked.

"Nothing, just. Welcome to London." John admitted.

Sherlock chuckled with them. He paused to see the cab.

Danielle looked with him. The passenger was pointing over at the three of them.

"Got your breath back?" Sherlock asked them.

"Just did, right now." Danielle agreed.

"Ready when you are." John added.

Once more, the three ran off. This time in the direction of home.

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AN: Sorry! Sorry this took so long. Working 50+ hours a week, school, two hurricanes, and other stories kept this one off my mind. Forced myself to sit down and listen to Danielle! She had a lot more to say.

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