Sorry for any inaccuraccies! I don't really know enough to be reliable :P

For Angharad. Happy Birthday! xx

Chapter 14

"SHERLOCK! I know the quote I know the quote!" 10:00 at night and Chloe was clattering up the steps to Sherlock and John's flat.

Sherlock leapt from his position on the sofa, eyes alight. "Tell me."

"It's a Doctor Who quote!"

"...What's Doctor Who?"

Chloe stared at him. "You don't watch Doctor Who." Sherlock looked blank. "Never mind. It's a quote to the weeping angels. And the colour it was painted in is on the Monopoly board. Look." Grabbing John's copy of the game from one of the shelves on the wall and producing the board, she showed him. "Here. Pentonville, Angel Islington, -"

"Stop. You said it was a quote about some kind of angel, and the colour is Angel Islington. That's where we need to go."

"Now? Um, okay. But we don't know where to go."

"I know where we should go, but we can't go now." Chloe jumped at the unexpected voice of Eleanor. When they were facing her, she added, "The axe. I knew I'd seen it before. We need to go to the British Museum."

The next morning they were in the British Museum as soon as it opened and Sherlock, Chloe and Katie followed Eleanor to the Viking display. In a corner was the original axe that was used to kill Lerang. Eleanor read out the display. "'This Viking axe was used to kill traitors or people selling secrets from an undercover society.' What do you think?"

"Interesting." Sherlock mused. "Thank you for showing me this."

The girls were shocked. Sherlock never apologised. "Um, its okay. Anytime." Eleanor mumbled.

"Do we know where to go in Angel Islington now?" Katie asked.

"Library. I need to know more."

Setting the coffee on the step below the one Rachel was sitting on, John noticed how she was fiddling with the ring. "Having second thoughts? Don't like it?" he said, sitting beside her.

"No" No way. I love it, and I love you. I just... I have to keep doing reality checks."

John smiled. "Me too. It's the best feeling in the world."

Smiling back, she leant into his shoulder and kissed him. "What did I do to deserve you? It must have been good."

"Anything you do is good."

"Oh, you haven't tried to make me wash up yet. I'm the worst procrastinator in the history of the universe. On that note, I can't be bothered to get up. I'll do it in a – woah!"

John swung Rachel onto his back. "Where to, my lady fair?"

"Gimme my coffee! I was gonna drink that!"

In the Angel Islington library, the Viking section was disappointingly small. There was a book about boats, one about mythology and the sole book on weapons did not feature the axe in question. One book was missing from the shelf, and Katie went to investigate. "Hey, um, there's a Viking book missing from the shelf, do you know where it is? Could we look at it?"

"Sorry dear," the librarian replied as if Katie was five, instead of at college. "it's reserved for someone."

Grinding her teeth, she asked who it was reserved by.

"Personal information dear."

Flashing a Scotland Yard ID at her, she growled. "It's important for a police investigation, which you are currently hindering. So stop calling me "dear" and start answering questions unless you want a night in the cells!"

Silence. Almost everyone was staring at Katie, who was staring at the librarian who looked like she was about to go into shock.

"Sven Lerang. Never picked it up."

Sherlock's head lifted. "Excellent! It's like he was setting a trail before he died. He had been warned."

"W-wait, he's dead?" the librarian stammered.

"Yes, we're investigating his murder." Katie smiled humourlessly.

The librarian fainted.

Handing the now-conscious and slightly shaken librarian a cup of tea, Eleanor and Katie walked back to the desk Chloe and Sherlock were sitting at. "Katie, where did you get the ID card?" Eleanor asked in mock disapproval. Katie widened her eyes, looking about in mock innocence. "Katie..." she frowned, albeit with a smile.

Sighing, Katie answered. "Sherlock had loads from Greg so I... liberated a few."

"Tut tut. What will we do with you? Now, what's in the book?"

"Viking kings and queens." Sherlock murmured.

"What, like Erik Bluetooth? I think it's Erik. Could be wrong. Oh, it might have been that bloke off ABBA, wha-" Katie was abruptly stopped.

"You were thinking of Bjorn, but it was Eric Bluetooth. But you have-"

"Waait, you know about ABBA?" Chloe sounded incredulous.

Sherlock waved his hand. "Mycroft liked them. Shut up. ANYWAY, Bluetooth!"

Blank looks. Sherlock sighed. "Here is Lerang's phone," he said, producing it from a pocket in his coat. "We are going to check the Bluetooth function and the files downloaded from it, which should help the case."

The girls crowded round the phone, groaning when a passcode locked screen appeared. Sherlock however was jubilant. "Don't you see? It's obviously important or he wouldn't have locked it. Now, let's check the phone for clues."

"The background is a weeping angel." Eleanor pointed out.

"Same as the quote?" Nods all round. "I thought so. I don't believe in coincidence, so the code should be..."

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Passcode correct.

The screen loaded. Thousands of files, with titles like "will and kate private pics" or "texts showing rooney affair – for heat only". And then a list. Of every single phone, computer or tablet in the room. Experimentally, sherlock chose his own. All his texts, photos and files were now displayed on the small screen. "He was a hacker." breathed Sherlock. "So what did he get hold of that was worth dying for?"

Chloe said in a small, shocked voice "That one." pointing at a file. It read - "BLACKMAIL secret revolt against government plan. Gunpowder plot 2"