Melody was watching tv in the flat waiting for when Sherlock came in and slammed the door.
"Nothing!," he yelled. "How could I have searched the restaurant and find nothing?!,"
Melody watched him.
"He has no idea what hacking system he used? Wow, you know sometimes I feel that my brothers and I are the world's greatest polymaths, we're the only polymaths" Melody thought.
"Ya. I don't know. Well, you should get to sleep,"
"Ok,"
Melody went upstairs to bed.
Later…
The boy climbed up the window at 221B. He saw Melody sleeping and knocked on the window gently. Nothing. He knocked harder. Still nothing. He scowled and called her. Nothing.
"MEEEELLLLLL!,"
She got startled awake and gasped.
"What are you doing out there?!," he hissed quietly.
"Fueling my car. What do you think I'm doing? Could you let me in?,"
"Oh. Sorry,"
She opened the window.
"Keep it down. Sherlock's asleep downstairs,"
"Gotcha. But he's smart. He'll get suspicious if we don't get our story straight,"
He showed her his phone.
"Conner's gonna strike tomorrow afternoon at the Show N' Pub. I'll head down there and go in the back area. You tell Sherlock you're gonna go get lunch and meet me over there. We'll stop him there,"
"Gotcha,"
The two nodded and went their separate ways.