Darcy yawned and rubbed her eyes; she glanced at the time and saw that it was nearly ten in the morning. It had been a couple of weeks since her and John had moved in. Things were going smoothly, Darcy did her regular shifts at the hospital, Sherlock and John went on small cases, on occasions she would join them.

For the last couple of days the consulting detective has been out of town for some diamond case. She wasn't too sure, but knew that he would either be returning tonight or tomorrow.

"Newbie" Mary the head nurse snapped, bringing the red head crashing back to reality. "Good work today. Off you trot"

Off you trot? Darcy thought she wasn't a horse, she opted not to argue or say anything so she could get home quicker.

Darcy jumped off of the stool that she had been sitting on for the last twenty minutes; she was going through the paperwork of her patients.

"Oh thanks" Darcy hastily signed off some of her notes, and placed it in the stack of complete files.

"Bye Darcy" Mr Warner hollered catching sight of the red head leaving.

"Goodbye Mr Warner" she smiled at him "And try not to scratch that rash ok? If I come here tomorrow and I heard you have you…won't get jello"

He laughed loudly "Alright sweet-pea. Have a good day" the silver haired man smiled at the nurse. Darcy waved and carried on walking towards the staff room. She banged her hand against the locker managing to make it pop open.

"Snap bitch" she jumped and clutched her chest the locker beside her was pulled open "You're getting hang of it"

"Bloody hell Scott give me a heart attack why don't you" she shook her head, and peeled off her scrubs leaving her in her thin camisole, Darcy slipped on her sweater.

"I would never mean to do that" Scott grinned bumping his hip with hers. "You're too pretty to die, like me and…that Sherlock dude"

She buttoned up her jeans and cocked an eyebrow "Sherlock?"

"Yep that hottie with the cheekbones" Scott hummed "I would so go after him if he batted for my team"

Darcy snorted she could never picture Scott with someone like Sherlock. The male nurse was a flamboyant creature and Sherlock…well he is Sherlock. "I don't think he bats for any team" she confided,

"Pfft honey" Scott snorted stuffing his coat into the locker "everyone has a team. Maybe he has a thing for red heads" he wagged his eyebrow up and down suggestively.

Darcy rolled her jade green orbs and pulled tugged her hairband causing her red locks to flow down her back "Yeah no…not going to happen."

"Is he back in the country?" Scott asked, as she pulled on her coat. Darcy buttoned it and tightened the sash around her waist.

"Should be soon" she murmured "it was nice and quiet for a while-"she idly scratched the back of her hand and then zipped up her bag.

Scott narrowed his eyes on the red head who was refusing to meet his gaze, she fiddled with the strap of her bag "Wait…you missed him-"

"No" Darcy denied.

Scott cackled "Oh how cute and-"just then her mobile phone went on. Darcy pulled out her phone and quirked an eyebrow seeing whose name was flashing across her screen. Scott peered over her shoulder and whistled "Speak of the devil and he shall appear."

"Shut up Scott" Darcy snorted, and answered the phone. "Wh-"

"Hello dear" a familiar low tone drawled, her lips twitched in amusement.

"Hello arse" the red head countered causing Scott's eyebrows to shoot to his hairline, never had he heard someone talk so callously to the consulting detective. He once witnessed a doctor call the raven head man an unsavoury name and watched as Sherlock literally tore the man apart. But here now Darcy was doing the same and for some odd reason he thought that Sherlock seemed to enjoy their banter. "What'd you want?"

"Well that's not a nice way to greet a roommate" he drawled. The red head snorted

"As oppose to your greeting?" she uttered.

"What's he saying?" Scott whispered "can I hear-"before she knew what happened the male nurse snatched the phone out of her hand.

"My greeting-"Scott squealed and Darcy snickered

"His voice, I could listen to you all day Sherlock. So sexy" Scott purred, Darcy grinned before she could get the phone back the staffroom door was slammed open. Both of the nurses' paled seeing who was there.

"Scott" Mary scowled "you're late by ten minutes. Get on the ward now-"she hissed.

"It's was Darcy's fault" Scott shoved the mobile back into the red head's hands and literally sprinted out of the room.

"Hi-"

"Get out" Mary said

"Yes ma'am" Darcy hastily walked pass the head nurse. She let out a sigh when she was further down the corridor "Whoa-"

"That woman seems to hate you. Hard not to-"she jumped and realised that Sherlock was still on the phone.

"What? Wait have you been on the phone the whole time?" Darcy asked she paused thinking someone was calling her; she glanced over her shoulder and carried on walking.

"Yes now the reason she does not like-"

"Just stop. I have been reliable informed-"she yelped when she smashed into something hard. Darcy tumbled onto the ground knocking the person she bumped into with her. "Oh I'm so sorry" Darcy scrambled around hastily picking up the folders that was scattered around.

"It's fine-"a smooth voice uttered,

Darcy shook her head "No it's not" she huffed reaching out and grabbing a few sheets of paper. "I just seem to be getting on the wrong side of everyone-"

"Believe me I know that feeling" the man chuckled. She still hadn't even spared him a glance. "Oh this must be yours-"he grabbed her phone.

"And this is yours-"Darcy went to stand up but she ended up accidentally head-butting the man. They both grunted in pain. "Again so sorry" she muttered, they stood up.

"No problem it's not every day I bump into a beautiful woman" Darcy blushed, her breath hitched when she finally saw his face. Damn it to hell she thought, he was handsome.

"You ok?" the man asked.

Darcy hastily nodded and swallowed. The man had an olive skin tone, a pair of deep set of brown eyes, and chocolate brown hair, he was a total contrast of Sherlock. Darcy mentally slapped herself, why the hell was she comparing a random guy to the obnoxious consulting detective?

"Sorry I didn't catch your name" Darcy could have swooned seeing his dimples. "I'm-"

"Hot—"her eyes widened at that. She shook her head "Sorry I mean…you're new-"

He chuckled deeply and smiled "I am new-"she glanced down at his tag and saw that he was a doctor. So good looking and a doctor she hoped his personality wasn't a let-down. "I'm Antonio." He held out his hand, she placed hers in his and forced herself to remain focus when he kissed the back of her hand "And a beautiful woman like you I'm guessing would have an equally beautiful name" his accent became more pronounced.

Oh dear god, Darcy thought. "Ha I doubt it, my name is Darcy-"she pulled her hand back

"I was right then"

Darcy smiled nervously and cleared her throat, "Well yeah erm-ok bye" she stammered and hurriedly walked towards the front door. "Just breathe, so smooth-"she muttered and shook her head. No way would a guy like that be interested in her she thought. The red head was near the front desk.

The double doors were right there.

"Darcy"

She stopped and turned around and saw that Antonio was jogging after her. "You forgot this" he handed the nurse her mobile.

"Oh thank you" her head must really be in the clouds. "Well I-"

"Do you want to go for drinks later?" he asked her. Darcy's eyebrows shot to her hairline,

"Oh erm…I-"

"She can't-"another voice shouted causing her to jump, Darcy looked down at her phone and saw that Sherlock was still on the bloody phone "she's busy-"

"Oh" Antonia backed off "I didn't know you had a boyfriend, apologies-"

"No" Darcy blurted out "I don't have a boyfriend. This is just my flatmate-"she hanged up on Sherlock.

"Oh" Antonia grinned once again his dimples revealed themselves. "Right…so drinks or-"

"I don't know I'm sorry but-"

"Oh that's how it is" Antonio smirked, causing Darcy to look confuse

"Huh?"

"Playing hard to get. I like the whole chase,-"

Darcy shook her head "I'm not erm…playing hard to get-"those words were a struggled to get out. "It's just I've got a lot of things going on and-"

"Don't worry Darcy. I'll win you over yet" he grinned and dropped a kiss on her cheek. Without another word he turned on his heel and left.

"Whoa-"she let out a small sigh, that guy was a smooth operator.

"Whoa is right" Mrs Grant wheeled over to the red head "He is some sexy beast. I could just strap him down and –"

"Ok" Darcy spoke over her "I so do not need to know that. Shouldn't you be in bed?" her brows furrowed in confusion.

"I need to stretch my legs-"

"You're in a wheel chair-"she snorted

"And you look like you were going to faint at the sight of that sexy man-"

Darcy shook her head, she opened her mouth about to retort but once again her phone rang. "See ya later Mrs Grant" she smiled at the elderly woman and left. She rolled her eyes seeing who was calling her.

She huffed and felt the cool wind against her face. She ignored the call, and shoved it in her pocket and set off towards the tube station. Unlike the last couple of days where Darcy had twelve hour shifts, she did a six hour one so wasn't as tired.

Darcy arrived at Bakers Street and hastily unlocked the door; she pushed the door open and saw that the foyer was exactly how she had left it. She hanged her coat on the coat hook and trudged up the stairs.

"John?" she called knowing that the doctor would be home around now, since he had gone food shopping earlier. She set her bag down near the door and walked in. Darcy frowned she swore she could have heard murmuring. There was a book set down on the table and she knew for a fact it wasn't there beforehand, so-

"Hello dear"

Darcy yelped and spun around, "You are such an arse." She snapped "Do you just wait by the door and-"

"No I have better things to do" Sherlock swept pass her and plopped down on the black armchair. "Darcy I thought you're meant to be smart-"

"Lovely Sherlock" Darcy rolled her eyes and moved into the kitchen where she poured herself a glass of water. "I just arrive and you insult me-"

"Not like that." He picked up his novel and thumbed through the pages "I thought you would understand the concept of someone phoning you. You would pick up-"Darcy dropped down in the opposite armchair and crossed one leg over the over.

"I was busy-"she took a sip of her water. Sherlock's eyes glanced over to her briefly, she swore she saw some sort flash of emotion.

"Obviously, that Antonio fellow which might I add is a-"

"Don't" she warned "you can't deduce him when you haven't even seen him" she shook her head, tucking a stray red curl behind her ear.

"I most certainly can" Sherlock scoffed, "Italian accent; hmm he's into medicine well educated and…what else?"

Darcy let out a huff of hair and leant her head back against the cushioned seat. "Oh yes, his accent becomes more pronounced when he wants to have female company. If you catch my drift-"he just managed to dodge the pillow the red head lobbed at him.

"Enough you arse. You have no say in who I go out with." Darcy closed her eyes and relaxed.

Sherlock's jaw clenched and his grip on the book tightened, he was miffed to discover that he did mind who the red head was going out with. He shoved that away and turned the page of his book.

Darcy's eyes open when she heard the front door slammed shut. John was home; she peered over her shoulder and saw the former army-doctor trudging up the stairs,

"John" Darcy smiled but it wavered seeing the look on his face.

Sherlock glanced over to his other roommate and canted his head to the side "You took your time" he commented.

John smiled at Darcy and looked around "Yeah I didn't get the shopping" she could see that from the lack of bags in his possession.

"Why not?" Darcy asked

"Because I had a row" John exclaimed causing the red head to frown, she knew that the doctor wouldn't just pick a fight with anyone. "In the shop, with the chip and pin machine-"she snorted John shot her a glare.

"What?" the young woman rolled her jade green orbs "It's funny" she muttered.

Sherlock cocked an eyebrow "You had a row with a machine?"

"Sort of" John could see that Darcy was having trouble controlling herself "It sat there and I shouted abuse at it. Have you got cash?" he asked

"Take my card" Sherlock nodded towards the kitchen table where his wallet was.

"You could always go yourself you know" John stated walking over to the table "You've been sitting there all morning. You haven't moved since I left."

Darcy jumped onto her feet and stretched her arms above her head; she unknowingly gave Sherlock a small glimpse of her flat stomach.

"You came in the morning?" Darcy asked tugging the sleeves of her top down

"Yep he did, you were at work" John called from the kitchen as he rummaged through the consulting detective's wallet. "What happened with that case? The Gerald of diamond?"

Darcy smoothed down her curls and paused for a minute hearing an odd noise, did Sherlock just kick something? She thought.

"Not interested" he snapped his book shut "I sent them a message"

"Ok" Darcy headed towards the doorway "come on John-"

"Wait where are you going?" Sherlock asked frowning slightly.

"Going with John to make sure he doesn't abuse the poor chip and pin machine" she called as she led the way down the stairs.

"Cheeky" John lightly pushed her causing the red head to smile

"True though. Who knows you might end up giving a passing bus the finger" Darcy exclaimed with mock horror painted all over her face. She grabbed her coat and opened the front door "Bye Sherlock"

"Goodbye dear" he called back.

She and John walked down the street "So John" she uttered "did people think you were mental when you yelled at the machine? Did they send you looks?" she asked as they crossed the road, now Darcy hadn't have to slow down her pace, John could easily keep up with her.

"How'd you know?" John cocked an eyebrow, she merely shrugged her shoulders. "Oh-"he smiled. She narrowed her eyes on him "You did it before didn't you?"

"I hate those bloody machines" Darcy huffed and sped up her pace leaving a laughing man behind her.

Soon enough Darcy and John had returned to Bakers Street, hers and John's arms were laden with shopping. The red head walked up the stairs and saw Sherlock was now sitting at the desk.

"Oh thanks for helping Sherlock" she said sarcastically moving into the kitchen. She let out a sigh when she placed the bags on the table.

John set down the bags and headed into the living room, she opted to start putting the food away. Whilst Sherlock was out of the country she and John had managed to organise everything in the kitchen, so it wasn't in complete disarray.

"Is that my computer?" John asked, Darcy glanced over to the detective who was looking like he was deep in thought. She shook her head and carried on putting the shopping away. She pulled out a can of baked beans; she wasn't a fan of these.

Truth be told the red head found them disgusting, but John loved them. As she put the shopping away she was also listening to the conversation that was going on in the other room.

"Of course, mine was in the bedroom" Sherlock uttered typing away.

Darcy rolled her eyes sometimes it was as if she was living with a pair of children, the way John and Sherlock would bicker.

"What? And you couldn't be bothered to get up?" John questioned. Darcy balled up the empty plastic bag and stowed it away, she'd rather reuse them then chuck them away. "It's password protected"

"I know in a manner of speaking, it took me less than a minute to crack yours. I daresay Darcy's one would be a bit trickier and Darcy your hiding should be a bit more creative. Really under your bed?"

"Arse" she muttered she only had one bag of shopping to put away now.

"Right thank you" John slammed the lid of his laptop shut and snatched it away. He sat down on the burgundy armchair and set down the laptop at his feet.

Darcy glanced over to the pair and saw that Sherlock steeple his long fingers beneath his chin. John shuffled through the pile of mail, and groaned realising that it was bills.

They opted to split the payment three ways, Sherlock had a third, whilst the red head also had the same and last but not least the doctor. But unlike his two companions at the moment John didn't have his funds yet. He needed to get a job.

"I need to get a job" John commented as Darcy placed the last bit of food away, she shuffled over to the living room, and rifled through the mail.

"Dull" Sherlock hummed.

"It's what keeps us living under a roof" Darcy murmured frowning, they had a week to pay these off otherwise the electricity and whatnot will get cut off. She rubbed her temple

"Listen erm…"John started, Darcy looked at him "if you'd be able to lend me some-"

"John he's not listening" Darcy uttered, she bit her bottom lip "John I just got paid, if you want I can cover for you for this month" she offered.

John shook his head he would feel bad about taking money off of the red head. "Darcy I can't let you-"

"Relax John. It's no problem." She smiled patting his shoulder; she scooped up the bills and placed them on the mantelpiece. "You can pay me back when you get paid" she assured him.

"Thank you Darcy" John smiled sincerely, she dropped down on to Sherlock's armchair and swung her legs over the armrest.

"So Sherlock thinking-"

"I need to go to the bank" Sherlock abruptly stood up and grabbed his long trench-coat and walked out. John followed on his heels.

Darcy sighed a small smile came to her lips, "Hmm peace and quiet-"she leant her head back. And was about to close her eyes but they snapped open when she felt a large hand clamped around her wrist.

"Sherlock-"

"Come along dear" Sherlock pulled her off of the armchair. "I know you're always one for adventures"

"Sherlock-"Darcy groaned as she was dragged down the stairs.

"No point of arguing Darcy" John said holding her coat out.

"Since you will lose" Sherlock smirked as he opened the front door.

"Arse" Darcy muttered and trailed after the detective with John on her heels.

Darcy looked up at the huge glass building, this was the bank? She thought. Sherlock strolled in with his roommates following

"This is the bank?" she muttered "looks classy" she uttered.

"Yes when you said bank-"they got onto the escalators

"I didn't even think of this" Darcy muttered gazing up at the transparent ceiling. She stumbled off of the moving stairs when she reached the top; she planted her face in Sherlock's back. The tall man sent her a look.

"You know that if you actually look where you're going then you won't be as clumsy" Sherlock commented.

"You know…that I don't care" Darcy countered.

"Children no fighting in public please" John sighed; he quietened down seeing the matching glares he was getting. "Never mind" he muttered.

They crossed the large foyer, they approached a large desk where across the front written was 'Shad Sanderson'

"Sherlock Holmes" the consulting detective informed the receptionist.

Darcy quirked an eyebrow "I doubt they would just let you waltz just because you told them your name-"she scoffed.

"This way" the woman called them.

Sherlock smirked "You were saying?" he walked ahead.

"Such an arse" the red head huffed.

"Tell me about it" John muttered.

They were ushered into an office; Darcy glanced out of the window and was in awe at the sight. Whoever's office this was they had a spectacular view, she mused. She was standing beside John and the pair was looking at the T.V screen that was implanted into the wall.

"News?" Darcy sighed "boring-"she went to touch the button but John slapped her hand away.

"No-"he scolded. The red head shook her head and noted the consulting detective snickering. She resisted the urge to slap him.

"Sherlock Holmes" a man exclaimed waltzing into the room.

"Sebastian" the taller man greeted him.

Darcy did a quick once over, the suited man came across as a smarmy guy. "How are you buddy? Eight years since I last clapped eyes on you" he shook Sherlock's hand, and looked over to Darcy and John. The red head shifted slightly when the man's eyes lingered on her.

Sherlock cleared his throat and edged over slightly so that he was partially in front of the petite nurse. "These are my friends-"

"Colleague-"John cut him off. Darcy elbowed him.

"John Watson. Darcy Ray" Sebastian shook John's hand and then Darcy's. She pulled her hand back and forced a smile on to her face. Both John and Sherlock could see that it wasn't sincere. Sebastian scratched the back of his neck

"Right well grab a pew" the man gestured to the seats. There were three cushioned chairs in front of the desk, Darcy sat down beside Sherlock, and the consulting was in the middle and on his other side was John. "Do you need anything? Coffee? Water?" he asked.

"No we're good" John smiled.

"Coffee? We drink tea more than coffee" Darcy muttered under her breath. Sherlock's lips twitched hearing her. "We're all good here thanks" he dismissed his secretary who was lingering by the door.

"So you're doing well" Sherlock started, "you've been abroad a lot"

Darcy licked her lips and unbuttoned her coat,

"Some would say-"Sebastian uttered.

"Flied all the way round the world twice in a month" Sherlock stated, Darcy shifted slightly wondering how he deduced that.

Sebastian chuckled, for some reason the red head found herself irritated by the man "You're doing that thing" he pointed at Sherlock. "We were at uni together" he explained to Darcy and John "this guy here had a trick he use to do."

"It's not a trick" Sherlock sneered, Darcy pressed her lips together and from the corner of her eye she could see that John was unfazed he was staring straight ahead.

"He'd look at you and tell you your whole life story" Sebastian said.

"Yes we've seen him do it" John nodded

"He put the wind up everybody, we hated it. We'd come down to breakfast in the formal hall and this freak would know who you'd be shagging the previous night" Sebastian smirked.

Darcy was irked at this. "Freak?" she uttered "hardly one of those. In fact what he's able to do is amazing" she praised the detective "even though he does come across as an arrogant arse most of the time"

"Thank you dear" Sherlock smirked, he was confused as to why she had defended him but didn't linger on it.

"So how did you know?" Sebastian asked, his eyes darting between the pair.

"I simply observed" Sherlock murmured

"No, no enlighten me. Two trips around the world? Quiet right. How could you tell?" he leant back in his leather seat. Darcy crossed one leg over the other. "You're going to tell me there's a stain on my tie? From a sauce that you can find only in one place?" he sniggered.

"Now this is a douchebag." She muttered.

"No-"Sherlock was interrupted.

"Maybe it was the mud of my shoes?" he uttered. John snickered but stopped seeing the death glare the red head was shooting him.

"Or maybe it's because of your hideous haircut" Darcy said seriously, "I'm sure there's only one place that does hair like yours" she pointed at Sebastian's less than attractive hair. The man reddened

"I was just chatting to your secretary" Sherlock said easily "outside. She told me.

Darcy frowned, when the hell did Sherlock talk to the secretary? She swore that he was standing beside her the whole time.

Sebastian laughed and clapped his hand, "I'm glad you could make it over. We've had a break in"

Now this was the reason why they were here. She thought thank goodness that the idle chit chat was done. Darcy didn't know whether she could stand being in the man's company.

"Sir Williams's office. The bank's former chairman" Sebastian explained.

The trio was following behind him, they were walking an area filled with small office cubicles "It's been left here as a sort of memorial. Someone broke in late last night." He led them towards the office.

"What did they steal?" John asked, Darcy was bringing up the rear.

"Nothing"

"Nothing?" Darcy frowned

"They just left a message" Sebastian informed them; he pulled out of his card and swiped it opening the former chairman's office.

They crowded round a portrait that had a painted yellow line running across it. Darcy canted her head to the side trying to see if she could figure out what it was. But to her it looked like just some random patterns. They now moved onto the security footage.

"Sixty seconds apart" Sebastian murmured tapping the keyboard. Darcy folded her arms across her chest. She leant forward and watched the footage, the painted yellow signs weren't there, and then sure enough sixty seconds later they were. Whoever did this was fast.

"So someone came up here in the middle of the night and splashed paint around and left within a minute" Sebastian explained

"How many ways into that office?" Sherlock questioned shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Well that's where this gets really interesting" Sebastian uttered.

They were now at the front desk gazing at a map of the building "Every door in this bank gets locked right here. Every walk in cupboard every toilet"

Darcy frowned this case was getting stranger and stranger. "That door didn't open last night" Sherlock commented he was standing beside the red head.

"There's a hole in our security-"

"More than a hole" Darcy murmured

"Find it and we'll pay you" Sebastian buttoned up his suit jacket. "Five figures-"he pulled out a cheque from within his pocket. "This is an advance tell me how he got in there's a bigger one on its way" she managed to catch the amount and her eyes widened. Wow she thought that was a lot of money.

"I don't need an incentive Sebastian" Sherlock said irritated by his former peer and walked off.

Sebastian eyes landed on Darcy "So are you free tonight? I-"

"Darcy" Sherlock called with a frown on his face.

"Know a great wine bar-"

"Erm…let me think…no" Darcy exclaimed and walked off. Sherlock waited till she approached him

"So-"

"Why did you do that?" he asked bluntly

"What?" she frowned, keeping an eye on John. She saw him looking at the cheque that Sebastian was holding.

"Defending me" Sherlock clarified.

Darcy's eyes met his "Despite everything Sherlock…you're not a freak." She smiled at him, he returned the small gesture. "But you're still an arse"

He chuckled "Thank you dear"

Darcy grinned and shook her head, her attention switched over to John who was coming over to her.

"Hey so you got the cheque?" she asked.

"I'm looking after it" he tucked it into his pocket.

Darcy snorted "Yeah ok…and I'm the queen"

John chuckled "So where did Sherlock go?"

"What he was…"she trailed off seeing that he wasn't there anymore. "Gone…well Sherlock's being Sherlock-"

John frowned "What does that mean?" he asked.

"He's gone all mysterious, so we might as well get some tea" Darcy linked his arm with the army doctor's one, and they headed off to the small café that was stationed across the foyer. "My treat" she smiled.

AN: Apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Thanks to those who reviewed.

So this is the first chapter of episode two. At the beginning we see Darcy at work, breif appearence of Scott who we find out fancies Sherlock. Sherlock calls her. And we meet Antonia, Sherlock disproves. Darcy and John go shopping. Darcy meets Sebastion and she shoots him down and defends Sherlock. She tells him his not a freak but still an arse. And John and Darcy go for tea.

Next Chap-Darcy witnesses Sherlock acting...more human.

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