"I just can't put my hand on it John, but something that man said was wrong!" Sherlock said as the three of us walked out of the security ward and onto the sidewalk back to their complex.
"It doesn't matter! You are now black listed and under penalty of death to leave. The case. Alone." John said, putting his jumper on and rushing ahead as Sherlock stopped.
"He can be so dramatic sometimes." He sighed, then fixed his own coat and continued to walk.
"I think he has a point." I said, walking next to him.
"Hm? Why's that?" He asked as he got his phone out and began typing.
"Sherlock, Under penalty of death is kinda a big deal." I muttered, only to have him groan.
"Ugh, death. Death is boring." He said, stopping in front of the door. I waited, then finally looked up at him confused. "Card is in my left pocket." he said as he continued to type. I growled a bit as I dig into his pants pocket and took the card out. As I took my hand out, we locked eyes, his face close to mine. "Careful." Raising an eyebrow, smiling and tilting his head just a tic. My heart jumped as he stared at me, his face so close to mine, but I shook it off. I used the key to open the door, him coming after me. As I plopped onto the couch, Sherlock began to pace. "Alright, think, think!" He muttered, going back and fourth. I put my legs on the table and turned the TV on, ignoring him as he paced in front of it. "I have to get into that house." he muttered, making me stare at him.
"You really aren't that bright are you?" He stopped and glared at me. "Look, you are already under a tight thumb. You can't just go breaking into someone's room!" He raised an eyebrow at me, blue, calculating eyes boring into mine.
"Who said I'm doing it?" He asked as he continued to stare at me. My face slowly fell as I realized what he meant.
"Oh boy…"
"Stupid know-it-all little fucker." I muttered as I entered the living room. It was dark and no sounds, telling me he wasn't in, thank God. With the moon light and some of the light from the pond, I had enough light to see. As I made my way to the desk up against the large mirror, my phone went off. My brows came together as I realized I didn't have a phone. I looked all around, finally reaching into my pocket to pull out a phone, on the screen it read 'Sherlock'. "Ho- never mind." I muttered as I answered it.
"What have you found?" He asked in his deep voice, making me roll my eyes. I pressed the phone against my ear with my shoulder as I began to thumb through the desk.
"I've been here 40 seconds. Chill." I said, picking up a envelop.
"You've been there 47 seconds." I shook my head.
"I was rounding."
"Don't. It's a useless and disgusting habit. Now. What have you found?" I sighed as I closed the draw, going into the bedroom.
"Nothing. The place is clean." I said with a sigh, looking through the drawers.
"Everybody lies." I smirked as he said this.
"You watch House?"
"What?"
"Nevermind." I muttered, figuring he wasn't someone who watched T.V. I sighed and sat on the bed. "Sherlock, there's nothing he-" I stopped, brows together.
"What? What is it?" he asked, but I ignored him as I stood, closing the door. "Cassandra, what have you found?" I clicked the phone off, putting it in my pocket as I stared at the piece of paper taped to the door. It was a schedule for both of them.
"He was right, but not about the guy lying…" I looked down then, brows coming together. I then looked up, shooting out of the room and outside, running to the restaurant.