The next day Rose woke up to a horrible screeching sound coming from the living room. She got out of bed and went to see what the noise was. When she opened the door to the living room she saw Sherlock sitting on the sofa "playing" the violin.
"What the hell are you doing?" Rose half shrieked.
"I'm playing the violin." he answered simply.
"That is not playing the violin. Put that bloody thing down if you are not gonna play it properly."
"Fine."he said as John came in.
"Hey John could you give me £200 and I'll give you £25 pound." John gave her the £200 pound and she gave him the £25, " and then you pay me back next week."
"Ok. Wait." John then realized what had just happened and Sherlock was snickering.
Rose walked out of the flat onto the busy streets of London with an extra £175 in her purse. She needed some new clothes. She had only the clothes that she had arrived in. So she walked to one of the clothe stores she could see.
After trying on various clothes she bought them and set back to the flat. She was glad to have new clothes to her liking. She didn't usually go shopping because she was so caught up in looking for the Doctor.
When she got into the house John glared angrily at her. One thing ran through her mind... if looks could kill.
"You took £200 off me!" John said.
"Firstly it was £175 and secondly you willingly gave it to me."She pointed out.
A few hours later Rose decided to go to a cafe. She was barely out of the door when someone grabbed her from behind and shoved her into a black car.
"HEY! LET ME GO!" Rose shouted.
Rose felt the car slow down. The man who kidnapped her took her by the wrist and pulled her into a room. In that room was a desk behind the desk was Mycroft Holmes.
"Will you spy on Sherlock for me for £300 a minute?" He asked.
"You are his brother correct?"
"Yes how did you know that?"
"Secret and sure I'll spy on him for you."
"Good."
And with that Rose walked out of the office and into the car awaiting her. When she got home she encountered Sherlock Holmes.
"Met your brother today." She said.
"How much?"
"£300 per minute."
"Did you except?"
"Yep."
"Good."