Sherlock had a taxi that them to the National Antiquities Museum. He hadn't said a word, just handed the driver the envelope and pointed to the address listed there.

He didn't use his voice until they arrived at the museum, having rested it. He had been coughing early on in the taxi. Danielle was near enraged, over this. His scarf had been loose too- something Danielle knew he hated while rushing about in London. It was like he hadn't even realized it was loose until they were walking into the museum!

Once inside though, his voice had cleared up quite nicely. Enough to ask in a clear voice for 'Andy- about Soo Lin'.

The man had come fast to greet them. Danielle had tried to listen-honest- only a display of clay teapots were too adorable to ignore.

"When was the last time that you saw her?" Sherlock prompted the museum worker.

"Three days ago, um, here at the museum." Andy explained, nervously and worried. John listened attentively to him. "This morning they told me she'd resigned just like that."

Sherlock walked to the same teapots Danielle was cooing over. The man walked on to another set display.

"Just left her work unfinished." Andy explained, sadly.

"What was the last thing that she did on her final afternoon?" Sherlock prompted.

Surprised at the question, Andy brought the trio to the archives. Danielle was a little surprised at the trust Andy was showing them.

He switched the lights on. Danielle saw a long sliding door, lined with rotating gears. Andy went up to one, turning it. The door slid partially open.

"She does this demonstration for the tourists – a-a tea ceremony." Andy explained to John and Sherlock. Danielle had spotted something up the hall. "So she would have packed up her things and just put them in here."

Danielle walked up to it. It was a tall stone statue, marble in make. The arms had fallen off ages ago. But clearly the statue had gained some more recent changes.

Sherlock walked up behind her- spotting those same changes.

It was only their silence that got the attention of John and Andy. John got the message.

Soo slim did too- based on the yellow painted cipher on the statue.

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Sherlock, John, and Danielle now stood outside the museum.

"We have to get to Soo Lin Yao." Sherlock stated.

"No duh, Sherlock!" Danielle hissed.

"If she's still alive." John threw in.

"Oh god she's probably already dead!" Danielle gasped.

"Sherlock!"

Turning, Danielle saw Raz rushing to their group.

"Oh, look who it is." John grumbled.

Sherlock walked closer to him. "Found something you'll like." Raz informed. He walked off.

At that, Sherlock went after him. Followed by Danielle, who was followed begrudgingly by John.

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"Tuesday morning, all you've gotta do is turn up and say the bag was yours." John told Raz.

The man ignored John's request.

"Forget about your court date." Sherlock scolded.

Danielle rolled her eyes at them both. "They're always like this." She told Raz. The man smirked at her.

None spotted the Chinese woman watching from down the road.

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Raz had brought them to a skatepark, covered in graffiti. The art reminded Danielle of a fond time, when Felix had gone through the cutest rebellious phase. Full goth getup, constantly drawing, constantly going off to parks like this. She knew she wasn't supposed to think it was cute.

It was just that the all dark look was rubbish on Felix-just a bit of color would've done, even silver or something, Lilly Kelly was constantly bemoaning what a travesty it was. Their mum had gone mental trying to get Felix to stop. She'd even come to Danielle for help- something that their mother hated doing. Danielle and Felix were so close, even with their age difference.

And now Felix would never talk to her again.

So it was a bittersweet memory to see this skatepark.

"If you want to hide a tree, then a forest is the best place to do it, wouldn't you say?" Sherlock remarked. A mad grin of delight was spread of his face. He was still following after Raz, looking at the surrounding arts with understanding. "People would just walk straight past, not knowing, unable to decipher the message."

Raz brought them to a column. Danielle couldn't see the stone beneath. There was so much paint- yet she could still spot the yellow splotches they had no doubt been brought here for. "There. I spotted it earlier."

"They have been in here." Sherlock mumbled to himself. Danielle tried to peak at the cipher- but someone had painted over it. Sherlock turned to Raz. "And that's the exact same paint?"

"Yeah."

Sherlock turned away. "John, Danielle, if we're going to decipher this code, we're gonna need to look for more evidence."

Danielle hesitated. "That means we're splitting up aren't we?"

"Yes." Sherlock answered immediately dashing off.

Danielle groaned. "Great- great. Just what I wanted to do tonight. To walk forever, then split up Scooby-Doo style."

Except nobody heard her complaint. They'd already split up.

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Twenty minutes later Danielle had found nothing.

Literally nothing.

She'd actually stopped to watch the skateboarding, after a point of finding absolutely nothing. A few of the kids had complained about a 'grown-up' being around until Danielle informed one of them that his kick flip wasn't working, then explained how. So many afternoons watching Paul try and fail at it, she'd learned a thing or two.

Now she had street cred.

Boy was Felix gonna be in a fit...if he gave Danielle a chance to talk, instead of just saying 'you're banned forever'.

Danielle was starting to get morose by the time John and Sherlock rushed up to her.

"Blimey!" John complained. "Don't you answer your phone?"

"Left it at home." Danielle explained.

John huffed. "Both of you. I can't believe it- come on then, I've found it."

Danielle perked up.

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John had brought them to a brick wall, completely blacked out. He gawked at it.

"It's been painted over!" John realized.

Sherlock shone a torchlight around the wall, searching. Danielle went up to John. The doctor was gawking at the wall.

"I don't understand. It-it was here-" John defended. "-fifteen minutes ago. I saw it. A whole load of graffiti!"

"Somebody doesn't want me to see it." Sherlock stated. He went to John's side, pulling the man close. Sherlock grabbed John's head.

Danielle tilted her head. "...Sherlock?"

"Hey, Sherlock, what are you doing ...?" John asked.

"Shh, John, concentrate. I need you to concentrate. Close your eyes." Sherlock instructed.

"I don't think-" Danielle began.

"No, what? Why? Why?" John asked. Sherlock moved his hands from John's head to his arms. "What are you doing?!"

Then- Danielle wished she'd had her phone, to capture this glorious image forever-Sherlock began spinning the two of them around. He stared intensely into John's eyes, since the doctor hadn't closed them despite Sherlock's instructions.

Yeah she was never leaving home without her phone again.

Danielle was laughing, the entire time they spun around. It was priceless!

"I need you to maximise your visual memory. Try to picture what you saw. Can you picture it?" Sherlock prompted.

"Yeah." John answered.

"Can you remember it?"

"Yes, definitely."

"Can you remember the pattern?"

"Yes!"

"How much can you remember it?"

"Well, don't worry-"

"Because the average human memory on visual matters is only sixty-two percent accurate."

"Yeah, well, don't worry – I remember all of it."

"Really?" Sherlock scoffed, still spinning them. It had never once stopped. Not even for a second.

"Yeah, well at least I would-" John pushed himself off from Sherlock's grip. Danielle was almost leaning on the wall of wet paint, she was laughing so hard. "-if I can get to my pockets!" John pulled out his phone. "I took a photograph." He showed the picture to Sherlock.

Danielle probably would've thought something funny if she wasn't still laughing.

Sherlock stared at the photo, full of ciphers that had been there just fifteen minutes ago. He was doing his very best to pretend the last two minutes hadn't been completely embarrassing, and ignoring Danielle's laughter.

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The sun had come up.

The goddamn sun had come up.

Danielle believed- as a proper British person- that the sun was a curse set upon London for their sins.

It was bloody February. The sun shouldn't have the right to exist right now.

How dare it

Danielle would've preferred a rainy day, or at least a gloomy one. Something that wasn't shining down sunlight directly through the windows into 221 B. It had ruined her short nap.

She hadn't been able to get much sleep with the running around all night, then walking back to Baker Street. She had a mind to grab her phone, after feeding her pets. The texts had been a nuisance, so she ignored the most of them. Along with the voicemails. She thought about sending a text at one point, only it was three in the morning and she didn't want to wake up Felix.

John hadn't fared much better. Danielle suspected that while she'd gotten her catnap Sherlock had kept John awake. The doctor was dead on his feet, constantly rubbing at his face.

Danielle had settled onto the couch, blearily staring across the room at the added photos. All she could make out was yellow. Harsh light of the day star!

"Always in pairs, John, Danielle." Sherlock realized.

John blinked to awake. "Hmm?"

"Yeh?" Danielle mumbled into the couch cushion.

"Numbers come with partners." Sherlock explained.

"God, I need to sleep." John mumbled.

"I hate the sun." Danielle complained.

"Why did he paint it so near the tracks?" Sherlock wondered.

"No idea." John replied, nearly a yawn.

"'S a mystery." Danielle actually yawned.

"Thousands of people pass by there every day." Sherlock continued on.

John took a deep sleepy breath, rubbing his face again. "Just twenty minutes."

"Thirty." Danielle corrected, eyes sliding shut.

Sherlock's eyes widened in realization. "Of course. Of course! He wants information. He's trying to communicate with his people in the underworld. Whatever was stolen, he wants it back. Somewhere here in the code." Sherlock yanked off three pictures of the new ciphers. "We can't crack this without Soo Lin Yao."

He marched out the door.

"Oh, good." John walked towards the door. A quick look told him Danielle hadn't moved off the couch. "Danielle."

The woman's head shot up, eyes half open. "Wha?"

"He's gone." John nodded his head towards the stairs.

Danielle groaned, flopping her head back down. "Goddamn it." She rolled off the couch, hitting the floor with a thump. She pushed herself to standing. "I hate it- whatever we're doing it, I'll hate it on principle."

John agreed wholeheartedly.

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