Hi, I'm glad to say that I'm back from my holidays and am ready to write! I will also be updating my SuperWhoLock fic sometime in the next few days for those of you who have read it!

Any way on with the story!

Alex returned to the flat quickly, running out from the side street and constantly checking over her shoulder. When she arrived back at the flat Mrs Hudson was coming down the stairs from 221B with a bucket of cleaning products and a bag full of rubbish.

"Hello dear," she said, smiling. "That was a quick walk."

"Yes, well I only needed a bit of air," Alex replied, trying to cover up her growing paranoia with a smile. Her cover was blown however when the door was thrown open and she reeled back against the door to her flat. Sherlock and John strode in and Sherlock shot her a curious look, to which she replied by raising her eyebrows.

"Are...are you alright, you've gone sort of pale?" John asked Alex, looking from her to Sherlock and then back again.

Alex coughed and replied; "Uh, yeah, I'm fine..." then just as an after thought she added, "listen, not to sound...uh...were you followed back here?"

There was an awkward silence. Alex began to wonder if they were all going to think she was crazy. After all she had chased a woman down an alley on the off chance that it could have been Jessica. That was pretty crazy. Her cheeks heated up when she realised Sherlock was scrutinizing her closely.

"No, we weren't. If someone had I would have noticed. Now would you care to explain, what is going on in that strange little mind of your's, I'm quite curious," Sherlock said, turning swiftly and jogging up the stairs. "I'll make the tea."

Left slightly bewildered John and Alex, stared up the stairs after the dark haired detective. John shook his head and walked up the stairs, Alex followed cautiously behind. The flat upstairs was much warmer and cozier than her own, it was filled with books, science equipment, paper, and all sorts of various other items that lead her to believe that Sherlock was just as crazy, if not more so, than she was. Standing awkwardly in the doorway Alex watched as Sherlock bustled around, throwing his coat and scarf over the back of a chair, while john went and put his in his bedroom.

Alex stepped inside, unbuttoning her jacket and resting it on the arm of the sofa next to her when she sat down. Sherlock appeared thrusting a cup of tea into her hands and she was surprised to see it was made just perfectly.

"Oh, thank you, but how did-"

"I didn't know, I merely deduced," Sherlock said dismissively. Alex opened her mouth as if to ask a question, but Sherlock continued talking. "Now, what did you see?"

"See? What do you mean?"

"Oh come on, Alexis, you're just about the only person around here with enough brains to entertain me for a while now what did you see when you were out?" Sherlock seemed agitated, he was tapping on the arms of his chair and generally fidgeting.

"I still don't get how you know-" Alex said rather bewildered by the entire situation. Sherlock fluffed his curls in annoyance.

"You had your coat on, it was obvious you had just been out, you clearly weren't going out because you wouldn't have stayed while John and I came in, plus your cheeks were red from the cold. Now that has been cleared up, what did you see?" Sherlock replied, his words coming out so fast that Alex almost didn't have time to process them.

Awe struck Alex gathered her thoughts. This guy was good. She debated on telling him a lie, but he would probably just see through it; "Earlier, b-before I went out...I had a phone call. From Jessica, the woman who sold me out to the police. She's been hacking at the police files and I did just enough to stop her getting through. She wanted to know about you. She knew I was living here and that you are living upstairs," Alex paused. "I got paranoid and decided to get some air and I swore I saw her so I chased her down a back alley. She was gone when I got to the end, only left a coat. There was no way out of there, she just vanished." With a loud sigh, Alex slumped back against the sofa and gulped a scalding mouthful of tea.

Sherlock was perched atop his seat, legs crossed, but knees raised and fingers pressed in a steeple by his lips. At some point John had come back in and was standing in the doorway, arms crossed watching. It seemed like quite some time before Sherlock spoke again; "What would be her motive?"

"She likes to play games. Show off," Alex replied. "You believe me?"

"Of course I do," Sherlock replied, suddenly jumping up. "But no one else does, do they?"

Alex shook her head, swallowing another mouthful of tea, not even flinching as the hot liquid scalded the inside of her mouth and throat. John came in and sat in his own chair, looking at the dark haired man as he floundered around the flat, searching for something. When Sherlock returned to Alex and John he completely abandoned his own seat, instead he jumped on to the couch excitedly and placed a file on the coffee table. John leaned in his chair to see what Sherlock was showing their new...client? Flatmate?

Inside the file were newspaper clippings, photographs, printed out articles from the internet and several cd's which would have contained video footage of some description. Alex looked at in surprise and her eyes lit up slightly as she turned to the older man beside her.

"This is my file?" Alex asked. "You made a file on my case?"

"Of course. I was interested," Sherlock said as if it were nothing unusual. "Now, this is the woman you were talking about...Jessica?" Sherlock said pointing to a black and white still-frame shot from a security camera. A tall blonde haired woman in an evening gown was shown following Alex who was similarly dressed.

"Yes, that's her," Alex replied. Sherlock nodded, then continued to sort through the rest of the photo's, some of which were from before the actual heist happened. "I don't understand what this has to do with anythi-"

Sherlock made a slicing motion with his hand as a signal for Alex to be quiet. Though she was annoyed, Alex couldn't help, but admire the man beside her. He was a true genius. Sherlock was silent again, and John just shook his head, standing up to make his own cup of tea. Alex waited patiently until Sherlock was ready to talk again.

"I've see her before," he declared with a slight quirk of his lips. Alex got the feeling that he was enjoying this. "Yes, yes, here!" Sherlock called from where he had practically leaped to by the book shelf. Alex stood up, coming to stand at his elbow and watch as he produced another file. A jewel heist in London. It was definitely in Jessica's line of work. The dark haired man pointed to a single frame of a woman in a red jacket. It had happened some time ago, around five years far before Alexis had began her thieving career.

To Alex's disappointment there was that picture and that picture alone. Nothing they could use to prove that Jessica was a criminal herself. Alex could tell, however, that she had piqued the older man's interest, because he was becoming increasingly eager to show her things and his explanations were getting more and more as if he were trying to teach her rather than ridicule her for not seeing it.

"So, how did you meet her?" John asked from the kitchen, he seemed a little overwhelmed and probably a bit left out.

"Oh, you know, business. Everyone who is anyone in the heist society knows a vast link of other criminals, in all kinds of fields," Alex replied with a cheeky grin and a wink in John's direction. "Jessica is in it for the money, she gets paid to steal things so she works on commission. I needed a bit of help with the case and she was...recommended to me."

"Why would she want to get you caught, surely that means she doesn't get any money?" John asked again. Sherlock looked up at him a beamed enthusiastically.

"Brilliant, John!"

Alex watched as John's cheeks flushed slightly despite his sour looking expression as Sherlock went on to basically insult him. She smiled, seemed a little more that just friends to her, but she decided not to mention anything.

The rest of the days seemed to fly by after that and it was late evening by the time Alex realised how long she ha been in their flat. Just as she was about to make her leave there was a knock on the door. With a start Alex looked up, she hadn't even heard footsteps coming up the stairs; she had been deeply engrossed in the file that Sherlock had kept on her. In the doorway stood the silver haired DI from earlier that morning, Lestrade.

Sherlock sighed and stood up grabbing his coat before saying, "What is is now?"

"We've got the bodies in the morgue," Lestrade replied before glancing down at Alex who was sat comfortably on the sofa with another cup of tea. "Didn't she just move in downstairs? And you're already getting her to make tea for you?"

"Sherlock made the tea," John said in a voice that made it very clear it was not a common occurrence. Lestrade raised his eyebrows and shrugged. John went upstairs to put on his coat, while Sherlock was doing the same thing in the living room. Alex stood up with the file clutched in her hands and her coat over her left arm.

"Do you mind if I borrow this?" Alex asked, twitching the file in her hand.

"Of course," Sherlock replied as if Alex really needn't have asked. With a smile Alex followed the three older men down the stairs, ready to return to her basement flat and curl up with a cup of instant soup. As she reached into her pocked to take out her key, Sherlock spoke; "Aren't you coming?"

For a few seconds Alex was stunned by this sudden question, but replied, "Yes, just let me put this in my flat."

Alex returned to the front door, where Sherlock was keeping it help open for her. There was a cab waiting outside and Lestrade must have gone in the police car. Climbing in to the backseat after John, Alex found herself squished into the middle of the two men, which seemed to make John very uncomfortable. Sherlock was reeling of the address to the cabbie and didn't seem to notice the blush that sprung up on John's face as he accidentally brushed Alex's thigh with his hand.

Decided to quickly try and make John feel better, Alex began to inquire about his personal life (Sherlock also made comments in this conversation). Then they got to the subject of dating.

"So, John, are you seeing anyone?" Alex asked. "It's just I could never imagine a man in a serious relationship would be in need of a room- uh...of a flat mate."

Before John could reply Sherlock interjected, "John doesn't have much luck with women, Alexis, it would be safe not to ask."

John made an angry retort and Alex laughed while thinking to herself, maybe living with these two wouldn't be so bad. Of course Alex acknowledged that Sherlock could be an arrogant dick, but he was also trying to help her with Jessica so she really couldn't complain too much. Oh and John was just all round lovely. He was so nice and sweet, but Alex had no doubt that he could seriously kick ass if it came to it.

They arrived at St Barts hospital and emerged from the cab to meet Lestrade on the pavement outside. Both John and Sherlock look uncomfortable here, which made Alex even more curious, but she decided not to ask about it.

Shelock lead the way, John and Lestrade just behind him, with Alex following behind them to the morgue. Alex was unsure as to why she was even here, and was about wait outside when Sherlock kept the door held open for her, again.

"Ah Molly, nice to see you," Sherlock said as he swept into the room, greeting a flustered looking woman with a small smile. The woman jumped and stuttered her hello. "Are these the ones?"

"Y-yes," Molly said, walking to follow Sherlock as he walked over to the bodies. There were two a man and a woman. Sherlock let out a sigh through his nose and looked up.

"Alexis," Sherlock said and Alex hesitantly walked across the room to him. Molly looked at Alex in surprise, as if she hadn't even noticed her enter the room. Alex assumed that was because the woman clearly had eyes only for Sherlock. With a smile Alex greeted the woman, and she smiled nervously back. "What do you think?"

"If you're going to insult me-"

"Just get on with it," Sherlock said impatiently.

"Well..." Alex shifted, walking around the first body and then circling around the second one. Sherlock followed her curiously. "It's not suicide."

"What?" John, Molly and Lestrade all chorused, but Sherlock smile smugly.

"There's hope for you yet," Sherlock mused, before examining the bodies himself. "Now tell me how it was done."

Alex moved again, scrunching her face up in concentration. This really wasn't her area of expertise; she had only seen a dead body a few times before and it still made her want to vomit. After several minutes of scrutiny Alex straightened and frowned up at Sherlock with crossed arms.

"I don't know," Alex admitted. Sherlock smirked and shook his head as if he had expected nothing less. This made Alex's frown deepen. "You knew as soon as you looked at them though didn't you?"

"Naturally," Sherlock said in a bored voice. "It wasn't a double suicide. She shot him, and then, while trying to dispose of the body she tripped and fell, over the loose bit of the carpet in their house and the gun went off, hit the handle of the door and ricocheted, hitting her in the neck."

Everyone stood in stunned silence. How the hell did he figure that out from just one look, Alex thought to herself furiously. Sherlock just stood looking smug in the middle of the room. Gritting her teeth Alex uncrossed her arms and walked over to the bodies.

"Show me," she stated, not asking Sherlock to, but tell him he had to do it.

To everyone's complete and utter surprise Sherlock obliged, even going into as much detail as to the angle that the gun was pointed. Alex drank in all of the knowledge, asking question and trying not to annoy him. After almost ten minutes the explanation was over and Alex was left stood by the bodies as Sherlock strode out of the room with a quick goodbye to Molly. A second later Alex foound herself having to run to keep up with Sherlock's long strides.

Okay so thats all for now! Vote/comment if you like :)