I followed behind him as we ended up in the New Scotland Yard. I waited with Sarah, making idle conversation until John and Sherlock back out. Neither looked very happy as Sherlock stalked across, the grass. She looked at me and I shrugged in return. I had a feeling that their talk with the idiot DI didn't go very well.

Currently I was sat back in Sherlock's chair at the desk, poking through his crap. The flat had only gotten messier as more crates were shifted and their content's emptied. He was looking through all of the pictures on his wall above the mantel, mumbling to himself. John was also gazing at the pictures while Sarah hovered nearby, forgotten by the pair of them. I looked over my shoulder as Sherlock ran his fingers over the main picture of the painted brick wall.

"Somewhere in this message it must tell us." Sherlock looked frustrated as he pulled it off the wall and stared at it longer. I turned back to the desk, poking through evidence piles and bags. I could tell where John had written down the first three word's then gave up on the rest, various phrases went down the page.

Three Tons More
Mark Moon Made
Use not peanuts

"Well, I think perhaps I should leave you lot to it." Sarah's voice drifted back, I looked back over my shoulder at her standing awkwardly in the middle of the chaos and mess next to John.

"No, no, you don't have to go ..." He looked round to Sherlock as he contradicted John simultaneously "Yes, it would be better to study if you left now." Sherlock's deep voice was clear through John's pause. "... does she? You can stay." The boys looked back at each as Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Sherlock." I warned him lowly, his eyes cut back to mine as he seemed to sigh and looked back to the wall of pictures.

"He's kidding. Please stay if you'd like." John continued pleasantly like his flatmate hadn't just tried to block him. I looked back to the desk, flipping through their crime scene photos for something we'd missed in the moment. A lot had happened in little time as things did when they were serious.

"Is it just me, or is anyone else starving?" Sarah's voice cut through the silence as I looked back at her then at John. Sherlock was sighing and mumbling to himself, I wasn't sure why he disliked her so much but it kept backing up my theory of him being jealous.

"Right." John seemed to sigh as well, but more embarrassed as he went to the kitchen. I snorted as I looked back, opening crime scene bags. He'd forgotten his manners and hadn't offered her a drink or anything. Tsktsktsk.

I flipped over the picture of the girl in the museum's body. It wasn't something I was all that interested in. I had the brick wall picture in my hand when I felt something kick the base of my chair. I ignored it at first, opening the bag and glancing at the page. She'd began to translate it. I felt a grin spread with excitement until I felt another kick to the back of the chair.

"Move." I raised a brow at the humourless baritone voice behind me. He was exasperated with the girl which meant I could mess with him now that he was just annoyed. He barely displayed emotions so when he had one, I was so totally going to abuse it.

"And if I don't?" I turned smoothly in the chair, looking back at Sherlock. Sarah obviously felt out of place, glancing between us and the board of pictures with her hands in the pockets. I heard some banging around and assumed John was in the kitchen, looking for food for her.

"Rose..." His voice was practically a growl as he warned me. I sighed and stood, touchy touchy.

He collapsed back into the chair, focused on comparing the picture in his hands with the others. I fought to keep a grin off of my face as I slid over his back and shoulders, laying my head near his ear and my arms down his front. I didn't get a reaction as he seemed to just keep going through pictures, comparing them before he tossed them to the side. It was time to up the game.

I blew a bit of air into his ear and felt nothing change in his motions so I leaned a little closer, pressing my lips gently to the side of his neck. I watched with some mirth as he paused, his eyes drifted back to mine when I nipped at his neck softly.

"What are they doing?" I heard a soft, feminine, whisper from the other side of the room. I took a step back after I teased, Sherlock turned in his chair entirely to face me. His arms were crossed over his chest and his eyes were hooded as he looked me up and down. It was almost a little sexy and I had to scold myself for thinking it right after.

"Its a...thing they do. It's not too bad." John whispered back, it sounded like they were in the kitchen. I raised a brow, smirking back at him as he leaned forwards, wrapping his hands around my hips. His lap was now open as he pulled me roughly down into it. I felt something hard press against my arse as he turned back towards the desk, reaching around me. He was...aroused? Sherlock had a cock that was actually alive? When did that happen?

"O-Right. Okay. That one's new." John made a noise of surprise as he continued to whisper to Sarah. I wonder if they realised how loud they were or if they thought we were ignorant to their gossiping in literally the next room over.

"You're going to want to take a look at this." I felt a snort come on as I waved the brick wall page in his face. Sherlock caught it quickly, looking at the first two characters.

"John! Soo Lin at the museum – she started to translate the code for us. We didn't see it!" Sherlock was suddenly excited, the hard spot faded away quickly as he waved the piece of paper. I pulled away to stand up right as Sherlock popped up with a grin, he pulled my face close and kissed me hard against the lips and darted off to go tell John.

I pursed my lips, why was he now initiating it? I'm going to have to step quicker now. Its no fun if he enjoys it. Or did he just think that was a common greeting? Things like that were hard to tell with Sherlock, he was innocent when he wanted to be, coy even. I'd have to search for ques.

"NINE," "MILL." Sherlock read out rather loudly as he stood next to John.

"I didn't know you two were involved." Sarah went around them and came to stand next to me, giving me an awkward smile as she tried to make conversation.

"Does that mean 'millions'? " John queried out loud as he squinted at it.

"We're not." I shook my head at her quickly. Not in a million years. Getting involved with someone like Sherlock meant I'd be dedicating whatever was left of my life to catering to him and his job. His job alone would cut my life expectancy in half, that much was obvious.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." She trailed off even more awkward sounding now. It was almost a little funny to watch her so uncomfortable.

"Nine million quid. For what? " Sherlock pursed his lips, going over to where he'd dumped the coat and scarf in his hurry to get inside.

"We need to know the end of this sentence." Sherlock declared as he went out the open door.

"Where are you going?" John yelled down the stairs to him as we watched Sherlock disappear from the flat.

"To the museum; to the restoration room." Sherlock came back up the stairs with a bit of bounce to his step.

"Oh, we must have been staring right at it!" He grimaced as he let out a burst of air in exasperation. I was little amused by his ministrations as he shifted the coat around him, pulling the scarf down his neck.

"At-at what? " John was a little taken aback with his companion. I shifted legs to stand on as I sighed. I sure as hell wasn't going back there just yet.

"The book, John. The book – the key to cracking the cipher! " He brandished the photo at John with urgency.

"Soo Lin used it to do this! Whilst we were running around the gallery, she started to translate the code. It must be on her desk. " Sherlock turned and left quickly, his feet popping off the stairs in rapid succession after another. A slam of the front door signaled he was out and gone.

"Well. Um. Shall we just get take out?" John suggested after a moment of silence. I shrugged, turning to push crates out of my way to watch telly. I shoved books out of Sherlock's leather chair again and sat down, flipping through the channels while John and Sarah spoke in the kitchen. I sure as hell wasn't about to go home at this rate. With my luck it wouldn't just be a bruise to the cheek, it'd be a broken arm or a broken leg.

"Rosalyn, what are you having?" John called from the kitchen, I looked up from the telly and shrugged.

"I don't particularly care, love. Get me another of whatever you're having." I winked from my place amongst the crates. He seemed to turn the same little shade of pink as I giggled and went back to watching The Personal Bests of Monty Python on Sky Arts. I loved this channel most of the time.

I looked away from the screen to spot one of the Harry Potter books and leaned forwards, grabbing it. I started to read through it for a little while, distracting myself from the pain that was beginning to take root in my knee and face and arm. I'm in a piss poor state.

"John?" Sarah called from the kitchen. I perked my head up hearing heavy feet fall on the stairs. John didn't walk like that, at all. I turned my head and looked right as something came across and smack Sarah, she fell to the floor like a heap of bricks.

"You've got to be shitting me." I mumbled as the feeling of actual fear washed over my chest. It looked to be the bloke whose nose I'd smalled into my knee cap earlier, making me hop up quickly. He yelled something as another masked man without the swollen nose came around and picked her up, going down the stairs. It was a one on one at the moment but I was cornered and outnumbered.

"Where is it!?" He growled at me. I raised a brow, not really appreciating his demanding tone right now. I'd had a shit day and I'd had a shit day yesterday and the day before that.

"Which 'it'?" I bit out scathingly, tilting my head. Watching him come a little closer, I was starting to feel my heart beat kick up again. I was looking for something to hurt him, something that was within reach for me.

"The treasure." He looked just as angry as I felt right now.

"Beats me." I sighed and merely shrugged. I wasn't sure how I reacted fast enough to throw the tower of crates onto him when he darted forwards, trying to snatch my arm. I was wary of the hand I couldn't see. It looked like he was carrying a police baton or something black along those lines.

He yelled something from under the boxes as I launched myself over them to get to the desk. Probably should have aimed for the kitchen and jumped out the window or something but it was quick second decision that I really hadn't thought through. I heard another set of feet come running up the stairs and hesitated as another man came in, he was a little bigger than the other guy but probably only half as angry.

"Seriously?" I gasped incredulously as he darted forwards and I went back. I felt the desk behind me as he just narrowly missed my head with his little baton thing. I was reaching for anything as he came closer and it seemed I'd grabbed an uncovered pen because that's what I stabbed into this bloke's shoulder.

It took quite a bit of force and really only served to piss him off and exhaust me. I was little shocked I'd even done it, staring at it with wide eyes and my hands on his chest. I'd hesitated a second too long and we both knew it. I looked back up to meet his eyes as I heard a snap and felt the world go black.