'Do I have to be here Sherlock?' I asked as we got out of the taxi, Sherlock looked confused and slightly hurt

'Do you have somewhere else to be?'

'Well, no, I just don't like Sebastian' I muttered softly and John smiled while Sherlock smirked

'Come on Tage' He said placing a hand on my back and lightly pushing me into the restaurant.

'He's left trying to sort of cut his hair with a fork, which of course can never be done' Sebastian said laughing with his friends as we walked over to him

'It was a threat, that's what the graffiti meant' Sherlock stated as we got closer

'I'm kind of in a meeting; can you make an appointment with my secretary?' Sebastian said with a annoyed smile on his face

'I don't think this can wait, sorry, Sebastian' Sherlock stated softly and Sebastian scoffed annoyed. I sighed and stepped forward

'One of your traders, someone who worked in your office, was killed' I explained angrily

'What?' He asked

'Van Coon, the police are at his flat' John stated

'Killed?' Sebastian stated shocked

'Sorry to interfere with everyone's digestion, still want to make an appointment?' Sherlock asked

'Would maybe 9 o'clock Scotland's Yard suit?' I asked as Sherlock placed a light hand on my shoulder

'Wait outside Tage' He ordered and I glared at him but walked out the front nonetheless.

I waited outside while the cars drove past. I sighed and looked around. My phone started to ring and I looked down to see it was unknown caller

'Hello' I answered

'Hello Tage' the man on the other end said

'Who is this?' I asked

'You know who it is' He answered before hanging up.

I rolled my eyes and watched as Sherlock walked out clearly annoyed.

'Have fun?' I asked with an amused tone.

We hailed down a taxi and soon got back to the apartment. John quickly went to bed which left Sherlock and I in the lounge room.

'I looked up Alison' Sherlock stated quietly and I sighed and stood up to leave but Sherlock grabbed my hand lightly and pulled me back down next to him.

'I am sorry about her death Tage' He whispered and I closed my eyes, I so did not want to talk about this right now

'How did it happen?' Sherlock asked

'You know how Sherlock, don't pretend you haven't looked at her case files already' I snapped back and then sighed softly. I noticed Sherlock was still holding my hand and I smiled. It reminded me off the old days

'Do you know who did it?" Sherlock asked and I shook my head

'I have my ideas though but it isn't important, she is gone' I said back and Sherlock's eyes connected with mine.

'Tage . . . please, you never use to hide anything from me before so why are you hiding things now?' He whispered almost in a pained voice.

'Things change Sherlock' I whispered and gave him a small smile and kissed his cheek lightly before standing up and letting go off Sherlock's hand.

'I don't want us to change Tage, you were my best friend, I may not have ever told you that but I knew that you knew it' Sherlock said, showing one of his rare moments to me where he was vulnerable.

'I will always be your best friend Sherlock as you will always be mine' I said with a smile

'Us freaks stick together to the end' I winked and left him to his thoughts as I went up to my room. I took of my jacket and stared at my scarred body in the mirror.

'I should tell him the truth' I muttered to myself but my thoughts were interrupted by my phone getting a text

Good Night –SH

I smiled and laughed silently to myself. I was always the only person Sherlock showed emotions too.

I walked down stairs a in the early mornings, unable to sleep, to find Sherlock staring into space; I could almost see the symbols flashing in front of his face.

'Tea Sherlock' I asked and he didn't answer but I knew if I didn't make him one he would glare at me. I made him a tea and took it over to him, placing it in his out stretched hand.

I remember hearing John leave early this morning to go to a job interview I assume so I sat next to Sherlock on the couch and got out my laptop, researching Chinese symbols.

We sat like that for hours, in silence, until we heard John walking up the stairs

'I said, could you pass me a pen?' Sherlock said as John walked into the room

'What, When?' John asked

'About an hour ago' Sherlock stated and I smiled

'Why didn't you ask Tage?' John asked as he looked over to me sitting next to him with a smile on my face

'Didn't notice she was in the room, thought she was still asleep' Sherlock stated with a confused look on his face

'And I made him a cup of tea as well' I said laughing silently

'I thought John made that' Sherlock said with a frown.

'Didn't notice I'd gone out then?' John asked, throwing Sherlock a pen that caught it easily

'I went to see about a job at that surgery' John explained

'How was it?' I asked

'Great, she's great' John replied distractedly and I smiled

'Who?' Sherlock asked confused

'The job' John said

'You said she' I stated and John's face fell

'It' John clarified.

'Sherlock' I said and he turned around as I showed him the computer screen

'The intruder who can walk through walls' Sherlock read out

'It happened last night, Journalist shot dead in his flat, doors locked, windows bolted from the inside, exactly the same as Van Coon' I explained

'God, you think . . .' John started to say

'He's killed another one'