Update: 05-03-14 This story is NOT dead! I promise i will update it! However i am away for two weeks so will not update in that time, however hopefully when i am back there will be one! Keep holding on, and review maybe?


Hayley had stroked his face once. He looked down at the scared hazel eyes, she was worried something would go wrong. Honestly so was he. They could get caught; either by Moran's men or by the blast. They went their separate ways, stopping every so often for a empty room. He had put them all down within 15 minutes, except the last. Which he managed to place in the lab, plenty of explosive substances in there, and saw the grate they'd climbed down from was still off.

Sherlock put the bomb on the ground, throwing the box to one side. He set it up and glanced at his phone - No messages. How long would she take? He sent a text, and luckily a minute later she rung back.

He hung up, quickly putting the phone away, he looked at the bomb
For John, Mrs Hudson, Lestrade and any others who life would be in danger from these men He thought, before one deep breath and pushed the button to detonate. When it changed from 2 to 1, counting from 59, he pushed off the ground and ran to the door.
Suddenly sirens went off and red flashing lights started,
"Lockdown! The buildings on lock down! Intruders!" A voice yelled and Sherlock pushed himself faster, crashing into another figure. "Intruder!" The man yelled in his face, his breath was foul and Sherlock reeled his head back slightly. Before hitting the man over the ear, sending the man to one side and clutching at his ear. Sherlock took this chance to run, he was now cutting it fine. He looked up as the exit closed.
"Noo!" A voice screamed out, desperation obvious, and Sherlocks throat suddenly ached. Then he realised it was his shout. He only had a few seconds, he banged both his hands against the solid door, he looked around desperately for a way out when he saw a card swipe, he pulled the card he pick-pocketed of the worker, grateful when it opened and he ran.
There was a loud echoing BOOM behind him, he felt the blast behind him, before the orange overtook him and propelled him forward and into the ground. He laid, his arms around his head, curled on the ground, his back to the blast, when it calmed he stood and ran to the meeting point, dust and ash filling his vision
"SHERLOCK!" A feminine voice cried out slightly left and forwards of him, he followed his memory if the direction. He slowed down, trying to catch his breath through the thickness of dust as it started to settle. The voice cried out again, more pained, and Sherlock felt his heart pang.
As he walked the dust cleared, and Hayley stood there, dust and soot on her face, tear streaks revealing the clean skin underneath and Sherlock bent over double, breathing in the clean air.
Hayley ran to him, and after a while he straightened up "come on" he grabbed her wrist and they both ran off, they couldn't be seen by anyone wandering what just exploded.
"Wait!" She stopped, yanking her hand to stop Sherlock who was still holding her wrist, she pointed to a body off water, shimmering in the sunlight "we have to clean off"
She had a point so they both walked over to the water, Sherlock letting go of her wrist. When they got to the water Hayley collapsed to her knees and plunged her hands in the cool water, then bending her head down and bringing her cupped hands to her face, allowing the water to wash over it. The water dripped off grey, and she continued. Sherlock knelt beside her and copied. After cleaning the most of the dirt off them they stood and slowly walked back to the main road, with no vehicles in sight they both walked back to the place they were staying.

Needless to say, walking for an hour and a half in the sweltering heat was exhausting. They had just reached the edge of the town when they heard sirens, they glanced at each other
"Ready to run again?" Sherlock asked, and when Hayley nodded once they started running. And suddenly Sherlock was back in London running after being pointed out by the passenger they'd just stopped, John running behind him. He was brought back to reality when the sirens went zooming past them, at which point they'd reached the hotel, and throwing open the doors they both pelted up the 3 flights of stairs, he slowed when he got to the door, and unlocked it, then letting himself and Hayley in. They flopped onto the double bed they were sharing, laughing.
"That was crazy" Hayley laughed
"And you work for Mycroft" Sherlock responded making them laugh more "I never thought I'd have to do that" he said, sobering up, Hayley interlocked their fingers
"Whatever keeps your friends safe" She sighed, Sherlock squeezed her hand in response.
They laid like that, both on their backs, holding hands, their heads almost touching, both knees on the edge of the bed, their feet almost touching the ground. But Sherlock soon sat, yet again letting go of Hayley's hand, before standing and pacing the room. He got the memory stick out his zipped pocket and tossed it int he air before catching it, Hayley sat up and leant against the headrest watching this happen a few times.
"This memory stick contains all the data for the people" he stated "we can finally take out all of his men!" He added triumphal.
"And get you home" Hayley added
"And you" Sherlock said, looking at the sadness in her eyes
"My home is wherever Mycroft wants me, for the last few years it was watching you and John" She looked down at her hands in her lap, Sherlock glanced at her, catching the memory stick in one hand, Hayley looked back at him "I'm a spy, or whatever you want to call it, so Mycroft sends me wherever he needs me to go, for his 'minor' position in the government. So whilst I have a flat and a dog, I'm not always there"
"But this is the longest you've been away"
"Not at once, but I've been away more than at home. So Deano last saw me the day we left. A week ago, but before that it was longer" she sighed and a comfortable silence hung in the air, Sherlock was stood staring at Hayley, but actually in his mind palace whilst Hayley sat daydreaming.

"What times our plane?" Hayley asked, before looking up at Sherlock, with a glassy look in his eyes, she rolled onto her belly, diagonally across the bed and opened the bedside cabinet draw, she took out the envelope containing the tickets, taking them out she looked at the time of departure: 23:30. They'd need to leave at half 8 to get there for half 10, giving them an hour to get through security. Sherlock refused to use his brothers private plane meaning they'd need to get a normal plane, and because of Mycrofts thing last time, of making them newlywed, they didn't let him book it either. They only used Mycroft to get their guns through, even then they had to go in their luggage.
She sighed before grabbing her washbag, a change of clothes and going to the bathroom. She locked the door and stripped off. It was only then she noticed a cut across her waist, it wasn't big, but the blood had dried and stuck to her shirt, she winced as she pulled it off, she still had some dust/soot of on arms and chest, where it'd gone down her shirt. She through her clothes into a carrier bag and stepped in the shower.

She came out 15 minutes later, after showering, putting a bandage across the wound and redressing, her hair still damp. She went up to Sherlock who had laid on the bed, his fingers under his chin.
"Sherlock!" She shook his shoulder, receiving a glare and a mumble "shower, you're still sooty and we have a plane to catch soon" he didn't say anything but sighed and gathered up some clothes, she threw the half filled bag at him "put your clothes in there"
"So we can dispose of them, sure" Sherlock disappeared into the bathroom, Hayley heard the shower turn on a minute later, so she made sure everything was packed and ready. They had a their own personal backpacks, then 1 shared wheeled bag that had all their clothes. Their own bags each had a handgun, ID, fake ID's, an extreme amount of money and anything other personal items. The wheeled bag was their quick-disposable bag, incase they had to make a run for it.
10 minutes later Sherlock walked out as Hayley finished drying off her hair with the hair dryer
"We're going to eat in 10 minutes" she informed him
"I'm okay till Tuesday"
"It is Tuesday" she said matter-of-factly as she bent to unplug the hair dryer, Sherlock scowled and flopped onto the bed. He stared at Hayley who was wearing a dark red vest top with navy 3/4's and both clothing hugged in all the right places, Sherlock sighed and sat with his back on the headboard
Stop distracting my thoughts he growled at the Hayley in his mind palace
"Distracting or helping?" She teased, looking at him challengingly. He groaned in response

"Sherlock? Are you okay?" Hayley asked, pulling him from his thoughts
"Out"
"What?"
"Get out, go eat. I need to think"
Hayley laughed "and I'm distracting you?"
"Yes" he huffed
"No"
"What?" He rolled to face her before sitting up
"No I won't leave. Where do you expect me to go?"
"I don't know nor do I care" he sighed. Hayley narrowed her eyes at him, before spinning on the spot and picking up her bag, she pulled a laptop out before loading it up and sitting with her back to Sherlock at the desk. He sighed angrily before resting his chin on his finger tips and going to his mind palace.
For the next 10 minutes they sat like that, Hayley tapping away on the laptop and Sherlock thinking away before Hayley realised the time
"Sherlock" no response "Sherlock!" She sighed, closed the laptop and walked over to Sherlock. He was sat as still as a statue, eyes glassed over with thoughts, occasionally his eyes flickered or his hands twitched. She waved a hand in front of his eyes, he blinked up at her
"What?"
"We're leaving" Hayley walked to pick up her bag
"For the plane?"
"No. To eat"
"I'm not -"
"Yes you are"
"You didn't even listen" he narrowed his eyes
" 'I'm not hungry' 'I'm not going out' " she said in a mocking deep voice
"I don't sound like that" he huffed defensively, making Hayley laugh
"No you sound like rolling thunder"

Sherlock blinked in shock at that, he wasn't expecting a compliment, let alone one that was said with so much ease. He'd say it was almost dismissive but he knew Hayley wasn't like that.
"C'mon" she said, he looked up at her
"You think I sound like rolling thunder? Is that good, or bad?"
Hayley stared for a bit, not expecting that question "good, definitely good"
Somehow Hayley convinced Sherlock to come to dinner, maybe it was when she said Mycroft was paying that got him to finally move.

Dinner was uneventful, they sat talking for a bit, Hayley glaring at Sherlock every time he went to push away a practically full plate of food
"I'm not a child" he finally said, most of his plate now cleared
"I never said you was" Hayley shot back
"You're treating me like one"
"Well you're acting like one!"
"I'm not. I don't eat, only my mind is important the rest is transport"
"Yes I saw that 'transport' weak and almost fail after your torture, and I will not let that happen again!" Her voice had dropped to a whisper, laced with pain that she was desperately trying to hide, Sherlocks blue eyes locked with her hazel ones, him seeing the true words behind what she just said, knowing it was truthful
"I'm sorry" He said, Hayley blinked in surprise "forgive me" he picked up on hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles and she just sat there looking blankly at Sherlock.
"We- we erm, need to... You... Plane" she muttered, they both stood and as they walked out Sherlock interlocked his fingers with hers and squeezed her hand, she squeezed back. They walked in silence for the 10minute walk back to the hotel, except for Sherlock ringing for a taxi from the hotel to the airport. They'd got to their room before they released hands, shocked they were still holding each other's, it had been so natural. They quickly packed any remaining items, including Hayley's laptop before she pulled a jacket on before shouldering the bag. Sherlock had put the bag on his back before picking up their shared luggage bag. Hayley did another check of the room before they shut the door and descended to the bottom of the hotel getting there and having to wait a while for the taxi.

When it pulled up, they threw their bags in the boot except for Hayley's laptop and the USB stick with the stolen data and got into the car, Hayley analysing and looking through the data. It had the deaths of the agents recorded, the rest of the agents contact numbers, addresses and their roles as well as future plans, that Sherlock and Hayley knew would never happen.

Upon arrival at the airport, Hayley repacked the laptop into her hand luggage and putting both guns in a secure box in the luggage, before joining the line for the luggage checks.
"Just think, back home in 3 hours!" Hayley sighed happily, before remembering about Aidan
"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked noticing the way Hayley's face dropped
"Nothing, just remembered something that happened before I left, and I'll have to face that certain someone who it involved"
"And they're going to cause trouble?"
"They could do" Hayley sighed before they realised they'd made their way up the line and had to get their baggage checked, when the man raised on eyebrow and started to get worked up by the outline of two guns, Sherlock got out the pass to say it was allowed and he automatically shut up. Luckily the rest of the checks went smoothly and they had half an hour before their plane was called.
For this journey they'd got first class to allow for them to look through the data without any nosing at it. The seating arrangement was 3 lines of 2 seats, each pair had one screen, each chair had cup holders and a small desk infront, then a gap and seats that reclined.
Hayley waited till the plane had taken off before setting up her laptop and going through once more.

A/N: I really didn't like this chapter and kept changing parts of it which is one of the reasons it's taken a while to upload, I'm sorry. But reviews please?