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The Brownstone, N. Y.

Later

"The Elixir of Life itself." Sherlock said turning the red gem over and over in his hand, "And you just what...handed it to me? You trust me that much or you're having a little joke, yes?"

Harry grinned, "That's about number five" he said, "Got the other four in my pack, you can even have it. Using it isn't that simple though, the potion to actually make the way of ingesting it...not as complicated, or time consuming as making the Philosophers Stone itself, but not easy either."

"Wait...which is it, because that's said to be a way of transmuting lead into gold." Sherlock reasoned.

"It does both Sherlock, keep up mate." Harry said rolling his eyes, "This is good, we're looking to do a VERY dangerous job. This is a form of immortality rather dependant on always having some potion on hand, but that's easier than it appears too."

"If you needed to just understand the stone itself, then clearly you just need to understand the elixir potion." Allison said calmly, too calmly actually.

Joan looked at her, and the distinct chill in the air towards Harry from the glorious brunette's direction. She did wonder what had caused the rift in so short a time, Allison looked like she wanted to strangle Harry with her bare hands currently.

"Very good deduction!" Sherlock complimented, "And stands to reason too."

"That is pretty much it yes. The potion itself stays good about five years so we can stockpile it. I'll need to brew it first and test it. Might need to borrow the turtle."

"Hey now, he's not a lab rat!" Joan said immediately.

"On the plus side you're quite likely to end up with an immortal pet." Harry remarked.

"On the other hand, we end up with a very dead one," Joan reasoned, "It only stands to reason that a bad potion kills, given what it does when it's working."

"Good grasp of logic, sadly not actually applicable at all to magic, no he'd be turned into a turnip for around a month, just you know...don't eat him. You've managed that a couple of years now. Turtle soup is very tasty."

"You're horrible, truly have you no soul!" Joan joked.

"Well that's up for debate" Harry joked back.

"STOP" Allison snapped, "Just...stop!"

Harry looked at her like he wasn't sure when she was going to go off.

"You do have a soul, and today you wanted to just...throw it away!"

"Should we discuss this in a more private setting Allison" he said gently.

"No they are your friends, aren't they?"

"Sure they are, and my sisters is sat right there now looking unusually concerned." Harry pointed out.

"Good, she should be!" Allison shot back.

Harry looked at her dangerously, "Something to say...then say it."

"You don't care do you? Not really."

"I do remember telling you about the immortal part...right, you heard me saying that." he said looking to Thea

She held up her hands, "I'm...with the brunette here." she said seriously, "So don't look at me for help."

Harry studied Frost's unusual peepers finding the same recrimination and then the amazing blue of Elena's to find tears in her eyes. "This is stupid. My life wasn't even at risk."

"I had a damned orange in my bag! Or there was any manner of stuff to throw in hands reach to test that death ward. But no...you just walk into it."

Jamie dropped her cup.

Sherlock didn't blame her, he only just caught his.

"But...he's immortal, he knew he wouldn't die if he did get zapped, right?" Joan asked.

Allison shook her head, "He said if I look dead I actually won't be. Therefore, it sort of works, at least for a while. No matter how long it lasts he risks being hurt in a way that's hard to contemplate, like its nothing."

"Allison, I'm touched, but get a grip girl. I've gone through this so many times it's like falling off a curb." Harry said his tone hard.

"You're angry I care?" She asked confused.

"I think maybe you care too much!"

"What if every single time you soul leaves your body, then its ripped out of whatever comes next and is placed unceremoniously BACK into your injured and mortally hurt coil."

He shrugged, "I have no memory of that every happening in the few HUNDRED times I've gone through this. The longest I've ever been out is five minutes, well there was this thing with a matter transmitter, but in fairness those were deaths one after another so...hardly counts."

Allison threw up her hands, "And you are joking now?"

Harry looked at her, "I'm slightly concerned you can't handle this work. We're going to see a lot of death, thus me being so Happy we found the elixir we SHOULD be talking about."

"Oh fuck you! I can handle all that just fine, it's not like I've not faced death, or another's. What I'm having trouble with is total disregard for your own self worth. You were quite happy to take dying in that trap had it turned out to be real. You had zero way of knowing beforehand if it was a dud, or not...right?"

"And as the only immortal I stepped in."

"Orange! Rock, hell conjure a mouse and throw it in. All of which would mean you were safe, unharmed and would still know if it was real or not, without risking your eternal soul you know perhaps deciding it didn't WANT to come back to us this time."

"This is all getting very theological, didn't take you for a Catholic school girl, lovely image, but you know what...you're right, again...lack of team experience, chalk it up to teething pains, move on." he said the last firmly.

Allison blinked, "Sure...fine," she said, "Next time I'll throw you in!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Joan snorted and they all turned to her, "So when did you two get married?"

Harry laughed, "I have no idea Joan, it's news to me."

Allison glared at him, "I've never hidden I had feelings for you, the fact I actually care shouldn't be news, we ALL care."

"Well this seems a pretty good..."

"Stop" Jamie's voice whipped out like a lash, "For me, don't say another word." she said, then mouthed sorry to Sherlock who just gave her a small wink. she stood and held out her hand, "I want to go on a bender!"

"Okay," Harry smiled taking her hand.

"But we'll have to go to one of the banks first"

"MGM Grand"

"It's been a few years since we robbed them right?"

They disappeared.

Allison snorted, then laughed.

"I'm unsure why you're laughing, my girlfriend just saved your job" Sherlock reminded her, "and is likely committing grand larceny to do it!"

"She saved a lot more than my job Sherlock" Allison said shaking her head, "But I have to admit the execution leaves me laughing, they seriously call casino's... banks"

"I suspect my girl is probably already hatching a perfect crime plot and with Harry to help, no one will even know money has been...withdrawn until it's far too late to do anything about it."

"On the other hand, we might get a call from the MGM grand" Watson said dryly.

"Hardest and yet at the same time, easiest case ever" Sherlock laughed.

Brownstone, N. Y.

Three Days Later, Morning

The bed clinked as a new weight settled on it and a furred arm curled around Sherlock's not very well slumbering form. Sherlock sat up and looked at his lady friend who was replete in full furs and what he would swear were the actual crown jewels on her head. "Are those THE crown jewels." He HAD to ask.

Jamie shot him a fabulous smile and held up her fingers about an inch apart, "Might've got a smidgen out of hand." she laughed, "We just having so much fun, don't worry these will be back before they even know they are gone, perfect replicas sit in their place and will be swapped back when I do...this, Return" she said taking off the tiara and saying the words, it disappeared, followed by a lot of jewellery.

"I believe that's a rather famous gem darling," he said of the massive sapphire in her hand.

She pouted, "I have to give it ALL back."

"Borrowing is fun...stealing is bad." he said slightly amused.

She sighed, "Return, off you go pretty bauble."

"You're a little drunk."

"You should see the other guy, he was VERY angry."

"As his male friend that should really be my job."

"Oh pish, you're a recovering addict you can hardly do it, anyway he watched over me. He's VERY good at getting rid of unwanted male attention." she grinned, "I only have eyes for you darling...now anyway." she smirked.

"Hmm" he smirked. "What of our intrepid angry man. How does he fare?"

"Ohhh he's going to have SUCH a head" she blinked slowly, then held her head, "I think mines started a whole sleep early."

"The furs?"

"Paid for, in cash, mine!" she smiled a rather silly grin. "I used to think fur was disgusting, but feel how soft this is."

"No, I'll take your word for it. You do know I will burn those while you're sleeping, right?"

She let out a longer sigh, "Yes...I knew you'd do that, if not you Watson. If not either of you then for SURE Elena, unsurprisingly she is...touchy about real animal pelts." She smirked rather beguilingly, "And probably saw me eyeing her when Harry was training her in turning more easily. Her's is quite lovely, actually blonde wolf fur you know."

"I'm sure, but Harry...seriously he is calm?"

"We had a long brother sister chat darling, he didn't' like what I had to say, but it's me...he listened anyway," she said with a smile her eyes starting to droop. "With any luck he'll stop being such a little prick at the same time about those girls loving him and wanting to share him."

"Lucky bastard!"

"Oh really?"

"That wasn't me, that was...Watson faking my voice."

"Alright then, lay down, beside me"

Sherlock did and she curled into him slinging a long leg over him, he laid his hand onto her thigh and then chuckled as a soft snore emitted from next to him.

"All dressed up and no play" he remarked feeling stocking tops under his palms.

Docklands, London

Thea saw Harry just sitting in the living room, he was emasculate, other than the fact he was wearing a pitch black pair of ray bans. "Oh hey, bad Harry!" she said, walking around and wagging a finger at him.

"Whatsit" he said, then looked at her, "Thea, what can I possibly have done to piss you off already," he asked.

"Your eyes, what did you do to your beautiful eyes." she demanded, then straddled his waist, then peered at him, then slowly lifted his glasses.

"GAH!" he emoted as the light hit his eyes and with considerable reactions considering his state his hand snapped out and every single blind, curtain and black out drape in the entire area snapped shut. "Phew, bright!"

"Dear god," Thea said, "It's like spreading shit on the roof of the Cistern chapel, or defacing the Mona Lisa." She said of his seriously rummy and blood shot eyes, even then they were still amazing she felt, but lacked their usual physical presence of beauty.

"I think someone took a sandblaster to my eyes, set a gorilla to shit into my mouth and maybe rough me up a bit, but that might be the stab wounds. It think Sal stabbed me a few times, or maybe I stabbed her. We were VERY drink."

"That was...oddly sexual." Thea smirked.

"I wouldn't do that to Sherlock."

"Sounds like you would to Jamie"

He met her eyes, "Repeatedly and for hours" he said straight faced then blinked slowly. "Gah, you know I could just chase all the remaining crap out of my system and detox so I no longer had a hang over."

"Then why in gods name aren't you doing that, you idiot!"

"When you drink as much as we did over those three days you damned well should pay the toll lest you repeat it again too soon." he said, then chuckled, then winced, "FrgHah"

"Oh yes, very erudite, you know Allison has been a wreck."

Harry pursed his lips "I didn't ask her to fall for me you know."

"Pig!"

"Or you. Or I think Frost and pretty sure Elena. Didn't ask, didn't want that. But as I was.." he winced holding his side, "Reminded," he laughed, "To now deny this has happened and run from it would be hurtful and childish in the extreme and that maybe I should remember that I have people that care about me, that I've had that longer than I suspected, apparently, and if anyone is going to kill me that will be my sister, and not some poxy death trap in a random vault I'm robbing for business or you know... a lark." he sniffed, "So...sorry, and...I love you guys back, but I'm not used to this level of emotion and you're going to have to let me ease into that whole having feelings thing."

"Why tell me alone." Thea asked confused.

"I'm not" Harry said, smirkingly.

"He's not" Thea was reminded from three other female throats.

"We will be working on your situational awareness, a lot!" Harry noted, "And we MUST remain professional while we are at work. This is a non-negotiable for me. No feelings, no crying foul, no being...emotional while I'm trying to you know, stop the end of the world or something and hell sometimes it is just easier to walk into a trap and let that fucker try to kill me. I think I was stabbed...sixteen times the other night, and I'm still on my feet let alone in a hospital bed, so I'm not easy to kill. It's been tried A LOT, and it's never really worked. Yeah, okay the orange thing. good idea, but in fairness I had no idea you brought snack food on a job." he said tilting his head back aiming the comment towards Allison.

Allison grinned, "I planned the leave the peel in the locked vault actually."

He grinned, "Yeah...okay, nice idea, but we shouldn't be leaving traces at all. Kinda my MO actually. There's a whole file in the Interpol office on me, I know I broke in and read it."

Allison burst into laughter, "Did you leave a note, PLEASE tell me you critiqued their penmanship or something."

Harry beamed, "You my dear are disturbingly alike in my more...puckish ways."

"That only makes sense." she said seriously.

"Oh, it makes no senses to me." Harry replied.

"I'm your perfect woman, of course I share your humour." Allison said seriously.

They all looked at her, including Harry. She smiled serenely, "Am I Wrong?"

"After that little anti humble brag I sure as shit ain't saying" Harry remarked. "Now I need about forty pints of orange juice stat. I've got hangover and a fair bit of blood loss to get over."

"No first, you heal your eyes" Thea said refusing to move off his lap.

He smirked, "Oh really?"

"You know you can, we know you can and I refuse to look at that travesty to beauty any longer." Thea said sitting back and folding her arms under modest breasts.

He held a hand over his face a moment then when he drew it away a beaming pair of Emerald irises met her tawny eyes. She smiled, letting out a sigh of almost relief, "That...is more like it, they're supposed to glow, steal your soul in a glance, not blink myopically at the world through a think layer of blood veins."

"And I thought I was gaga over his eyes," Elena noted, then went pink as she realized she'd said that out loud and they were all now looking at her with grins.

"Anyway." Harry said, standing lifting Thea like she weighed nothing, because to him she literally didn't and then set her to her feet. "Seriously I need OJ!"

"Ah! I need to see something healed as well." Allison said, then stepped in close, lifting his shirt, her eyes becoming liquid as she traced her fingers over a lot of very well aimed and grouped stab marks. "I don't like this way of making a... point!"

Harry laughed, then winced and held his ribs.

"Heal it! Damn it!" Allison said, "If you can heal something as delicate as broken blood vessels surely to god you can heal stab wounds. I admire her aim, I have to admit, but if you can...why didn't you?"

"I may have been too busy stabbing her back, that's a little hazy, I'm just hoping that really is all I did and it's NOT a euphemism in my broken memory, Sherlock might be inventive enough to actually make it stick."

"Don't worry you didn't" Allison said moving around to study his back. "No scratch marks."

"How do you know she does that?"

"You are aware Sherlock hangs upside down shirtless."

"Gah!"

Allison grinned, "And that's the other reason, you have so far put her into her box the idea of her having sex makes you squeamish, not horny. To be fair, it makes ME horny. But then she's not my sister, and he's not unattractive."

He turned and glared at her, she just smiled into it. "I'm not yours Harry." she said, seriously, "You have to claim me first." she said then stepped in close and went on tip toe to look into his newly healed eyes. "You interested in that any time soon?"

Harry stepped back. "As I thought" Allison said, "Now heal those stab wounds!"

Harry rolled his eyes, "As it happens, I was going to anyway!"

"Sure you were" Allison said walking to the kitchen and taking out three big cartons of OJ, "Well you don't get OJ until you do it."

Harry sighed, "Why was this a good idea again." he said waving a hand down himself, his wounds healed, now revealing rather a lot of fist shaped bruises.

"Oh come on, now what?" Elena said, "I recognise those marks, got enough in training myself to know one, you got that fighting."

Harry looked down, "Huh, well that's weird!" he pressed his rib, "Oh hey that one is broken for sure" he said running his hands up his ribs, "Correction three broken ribs, and..." he looked at his hand, "Busted knuckle, and is that a tooth. Wow I was So hammered."

"What makes you say that, I can't see you in many bar fights."

"I remember it actually but you get used to having to be in a few of those travelling with Sal. You might have noticed she's kind of a goddess, I have to chase off men occasionally, bar fights ensue, it's just a fact of life going out with Sal. But the fact they hurt me, well that means I was off my FACE!" he said picking the tooth out of his knuckle, "You know I think I might need to pick up Sherlock's fight training myself." he mused.

"I wouldn't worry, it doesn't sound like they go...out...much!" Thea said.

Harry winced, if it was from resetting his ribs or the other jab he just took was another matter.

Harry studied the tooth, "Capped, forth bicuspid, badly done, east European I'd say. Russia no doubt, that means, oh god! I was on Vodka!"

"Why is that bad, and if so...why is there a really expensive bottle over there" Frost asked.

"I get a bit...fighty on it" Harry remarked. "And she was probably pulling a quick Natasha" Harry said his eyes unfocused in memory,"And I think I was playing her pimp. That's a nasty twist," he said.

"Why is that nasty, and what's a Natasha" Allison asked.

"Normally she plays up the illegal looking for...quick money, I would play the brother who is there to...protect her interests while she puts herself out there. Out back we rock and roll the mark, put them in the dumpster, and move on."

"You're talking about robbery, full on robbery. How many times have you done that." Thea asked laughing.

"Oh you know if we needed taxi fare, it's only a good way of making quick pocket money." Harry said, "I mean...it's Sal right, you had a mark barking up that tree in less than a minute outside." he laughed, "But...we did that, and for some reason we did that more than three times in the same place. Not a great idea,"

Allison laughed, "No I should think NOT!"

Harry smirked, "So we got rumbled, I'm on Vodka, guess who likely took the first swing."

"And where was little Natasha during the fight."

Harry narrowed his eyes ten grinned, "Emptying the till like usual," he smiled.

"So when the cops broke it up?" Allison asked.

"Wait what?" Harry asked her, "What cops?"

"How else do you end a bar fight."

"The best way" he grinned, "You beat every single man in the place into a coma"

"You took on a bar full of vodka'd up Russians and WON" Allison said, "Tell me ladies am I the only one that needs new panties right now?"

They all shook their heads. Harry just smiled at them.

The Brownstone, N. Y.

Same Time

The curtain was ripped back and the devil light rolled like a tidal wave over the sheeted form of Jamie.

"GOOD MORNING!" came the overly cheery candy striper voice of Joan.

"Gnrhhh"

"Wakie wakie, you don't want to miss breakfast now do you!" Joan declared cheerfully. Then proceeded to open all the curtains in the room, something that hadn't happened since Sherlock took up habitation of the room.

"I knew you were bitch in disguise" came the rather muffled but cultured tones of Jamie Moriarty.

"And a good morning to you too, it's a wonderful sunny day in the big apple today."

"I am armed you know" Jamie said softly.

"You can't kill me, Sherlock wouldn't like it."

"If he never finds the body...how will he know its me."

"Come on I didn't want you to miss breakfast, it's important to reload on carbs after a three day bender in Vegas."

A rats nest of blonde hair stuck up over the sheet then the lovely eyes of Jamie peered hatefully at her, then slowly she smiled, "Of course...give me a moment" she said closing her eyes. There was a sense of ozone in the air, a smell of burnt tin and then Jamie smiled wider and sighed in relief, the next time she opened her eyes they quickly reacted to the light and she sat up keenly. "There we go."

Joan lost her cheery smile, "You just magicked away your hangover didn't you?"

"Of course I did," Jamie said like it should be obvious. "I might not have much of a core, but nonetheless I do have a core. Internally I can do more with my bit of magic than most mages with a full core can manage with their sticks on the outside."

"Of course you can."

"Oh, what's the matter Joany, you look glum, you sounded so cheerful a moment ago." She frowned, "I'm clothed." she said a moment later. "God bless that man he didn't' even take advantage of me sleeping."

"That's not who he is."

"I know that, but he just proved that." Jamie said, smiling, "Huh, that's...good"

"Yes, yes it is, what sort of men have you met before. I mean you had Harry in your life, right?"

"Only in the summers until he was seventeen" Jamie said, "Then...more" she reached down and came back with a garter dagger, "That's blood," she said, "I wonder whose"

"Probably Harry's. You were quite angry with him."

"Oh, yeah." she winced as she moved then tossed off the sheets, "Oh...good on him!" she said of the quite large patch of blood on her side, ruining her one of a kind silk dress.

"Oh god you're hurt!" Joan said diving over, pulling Jamie's dress over her head and pressing a towel into her side.

"You...care?"

"Yes, so I care, shut up about it" Joan said, "Who did this?"

"Harry I hope" Jamie said with a small smile.

"But Harry loves you"

"He probably didn't mean to do it, he always takes a few lunges at me after I apply corporal punishment, make me think twice sort of thing. Of course he misses by MILES" she laughed. "Seriously I've had worse, but thank you. It's not hit anything important or I'd've bled out sleeping. I am a magical, I'll regain the blood by end of breakfast and the wound won't even leave a scar."

"Lucky, stab wounds leave nasty scars."

"Sometimes, but I am allowed some small benefits by the membership of my exclusive club card Harry gave back to me, a bound core doesn't let me heal, an unbound core will act to my self perseveration." Jamie said, "That alone has saved my life a lot of times."

"You two are very blase about the stabbing thing."

"When you are a woman my size, how exactly do you teach a lesson to a man Harry's, bearing in mind he was a bloodied warrior at the time of his first kill when he was...eleven. You must make physical points on Harry, it's the only language he is ingrained to listen to. I hate doing it, but there is no other way. So I'm my size, Harry has already beaten a fully grown man, what do you do."

"Use a weapon." Joan said but it sounded like she hated to admit it.

"Or hire someone, but that could get out of hand and frankly I would've killed them myself for hurting Harry." Jamie said. "At first, I would send him away, then go and have myself a bit of a cry." she said straight faced, no emotion showing. "But oddly even that ended up helping me in turn, in the end. Got back one late night when I was...fourteen, I think. Dad was undoing his belt, and that went one of two ways for me and neither were...ideal, when I realized it was the truly horrible one. Well...I had learned to carry my trusty knife...and I thought Harry can do it...then so can I" Jamie said seemingly unmoved by her own harrowing story, "Turns out...I was right. Life was less fraught after that, even if I still eventually left that rotten house and shitty town and never looked back."

"That's horrible I'm sorry."

"I don't want your pity, I am sharing myself in an effort to stop this bitch fest we both partake in." Jamie said, "The only one that really ends up hurt here is Sherlock. He adores you, and loves me, and he's not a stupid man, our little spats have already come to his attention I'm sure."

Joan smiled slightly. "My dad, my birth father, is a mentally ill homeless man I've not seen in two years."

Jamie nodded, "Thank you, and...I suppose I'm sorry, have you and Sherlock not searched for him."

"No" Joan said, "I learned not to try to force him into anything, I hope he is alive and well, but to go looking for him would mean by my nature I would try to get him into a halfway house or shelter, and he'd only then just...be gone."

Jamie nodded "They never thanked me" she said seriously, "I ended a reign of terror on all three of us women there, my mother, her sister and little old me, but they just...well they looked at me very differently after that."

"They had a gift to mankind, that forces outside of your control perhaps turned into it's once biggest threat." Joan said, "I say this not to be inflammatory it is just the way I see it. You were born with incredible intelligence, you may actually indeed be the greatest mind the world has seen. Had they been decent parents you would be pushing back the boundaries of whatever field you wanted, and perhaps like the great names before you, changing the way we looked at the world around us. For that, I...this is odd but true, I hate your family."

Jamie looked at her rather shocked.

"I know...weird, but it is true. You may never do that now! I personally hope that you help Sherlock understand the great many things he wants to understand, it'll take you both, time is finite after all. In turn, maybe the two most brilliant people I've met will then pass those findings on to the rest of us. He's rather wasted you know, doing detective work, but he enjoys it and it allows him to use his mind in varied and changing puzzles. But the weird experiments he does here, in this Brownstone might actually be the most important part of what he does."

Jamie smiled, patting the bed, "Tell me more?"

Joan sat, curling a lovely leg under her and then started, "It's a weird story but it has two cocks in it."