"Is there something wrong?" Ash asked as he took a seat.

Albert set his drink down, "Mickey thinks we need to regroup."

"Hmm," Emma said, "It's been quite a few days."

"Precisely," Mickey agreed, "I thought we should take opportunity of having this place to ourselves to go over the con. Make sure we're all up to speed and know what we're doing."

"Well, the run through at the auction house today was good," Ash began, "he took the convincer and is definitely interested in the statue."

"He did bring an expert with him though," Mickey mused, "We anticipated that but if he brings him again we will have to do a last minute switch."

"That shouldn't be too much of an issue, should it?" Sean asked, "We've done that before."

"No, it shouldn't," Mickey agreed, "We just have to create a distraction." He was looking pointedly at Emma.

"Right, ok," She rolled her eyes, "I'll think of something."

"Of course, this also means that we have to get away quickly," Mickey continued, "With our people pushing up the bidding, we should make a decent profit there and then-"

The door to the flat flew open.

"Sherlock, you could have..." John was saying.

"It was a 3, John. A 3. I am not going to get distracted by a 3 in the middle of an 8," Sherlock told him whilst shrugging off his coat.

"But the poor...Hang on, an 8?" John was incredulous, "You think this is only an 8?"

"At best."

"You must be kidding? This is definitely more than an 8. I mean, you thought that comic book case was a 9?"

"I was rather fond of that case."

"It wasn't a 9, Sherlock."

"It was good enough for you to do that ridiculous blog about. What was it? 'The Geek Interpreter."

"You know, you don't have to actually read my blog, Sherlock."

"You don't have to write it," Sherlock responded as he left to go towards his room.

John scoffed and shouted after him, "You get work via my blog." He sighed and sat down heavily in his chair. It was only then that he seemed to realise there were other people in the room. "Sorry about that."

"No, its fine," Mickey told him, "We were just going over the con."

"Oh right," John said "Do you want me to go?"

"It's your flat, mate," Ash shrugged, "Anyway, you look like you could do with a drink?"

John snorted lightly, "I could do with a holiday."

"Holiday's are boring, John," Sherlock stated as he re-entered the room with his favourite blue dressing gown in place of his suit jacket.

"I doubt you have ever had one," John responded rubbing a hand over his face tiredly. The room descended in a comfortable quite as everyone watched Sherlock carefully rearrange information about the case around the mirror.

"Was the sister murdered?" Sean suddenly spoke up.

"Manslaughter, most likely," Sherlock answered, "Whoever it was had intended to scare but then she fell down the stairs in an attempt to escape and that is ultimately what killed her."

"I still don't understand how you came to that conclusion," John said quietly and with a hint of disbelief.

Sherlock quirked his brow, "The evidence was there, John. You saw it."

"Yeah," John said standing up, "But as usual you saw more than the rest of us." He started towards the kitchen, "Does anyone want a cup of tea?"

A chorus of 'yes's sounded out as everyone gave their order.

"What about the body in Gareth's flat?" Mickey asked, watching Sherlock with interest as the consulting detective sat down and put his hands either side of his head; it was as if he was going to try and pull thoughts from his brain. He had also closed his eyes.

"Sherlock? The body at Gareth's flat?" Mickey tried again but there was still no response. He and the rest of his crew shared a look before Mickey decided to call for John, "John?"

"Hmm," John stuck his head round the corner.

"He's just stopped talking," Emma pointed at Sherlock.

John looked across to his best friend, "Yeah, he does that." He then promptly turned back into the kitchen.

The crew shared another look. "We had questions," Albert stated loudly.

John chuckled as he rounded the corner fully this time, with cups of tea in hand, "Sorry, you missed your time slot." He handed out the cups and then went back for more.

"Couldn't we, you know, poke him," Sean shrugged as he moved to stand by Sherlock.

"No," John said firmly upon re-entering the room, "He's thinking. Leave him be. He'll come back eventually. What did you want to know anyway?"

"If we were any closer to knowing whose body was at Gareth Harrogate's flat?" Mickey said as John handed him a drink. John's began to respond but was cut off-

"Sean!" Emma snapped at her brother who was waving a hand in front of Sherlock's face, "You heard John. Besides he's got his eyes closed."

Sean stepped away, "I don't understand..."

"It's Sherlock," John said as if that was the only explanation needed and he smiled fondly before responding to Mickey's earlier question again, "Henry Logan-Smith- worked as a security guard in one of the many casino's Gareth frequented. Lestrade is following up on his part in all this. Although, Sherlock suspects that he was cheating the casino out of money and got caught."

"Cheating for himself or cheating so he could help Gareth?" asked Ash.

"We don't know yet," John admitted taking a sip of tea.

There was a comfortable silence again.

John suddenly remembered he had interrupted the crew moments before, "So, where are you up too with the con?"

"Running smoothly so far," Mickey told him.

Ash scoffed, "Which means something will probably go horribly wrong tomorrow."

"Ever the optimist, Ash," Albert drawled. Although, they would never admit it but they all felt unsure about this one.

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