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"Holmes? Holmes?" Loki had walked straight through the front door of 221B, it was hanging open and there was not a sign of Mrs Hudson anywhere. "Holmes?"

Loki heard three gunshots above him and darted up the stairs, coat flailing behind him. "HOLMES?!" Loki forcedopen the first two doors on the landing to find them empty, and the third locked. He ran at the door, breaking it down with his shoulder and stumbling in, looking round frantically. "Sherlock?"

Loki span round when he heard a low voice behind him "Where am I?" Loki sighed, feeling the adrenaline rush out of his body.

"Holmes."

"Where am I?" He span round again, this time the voice from by the window where he saw the slight sign of a person in disguise- camouflaged into the wall paper.

Loki sighed again. "Holmes." He started towards the figure, but stopped when he heard a yelp and the unmistakable feel of a chest beneath his foot. In his disorientation, Loki double stepped and tripped over, narrowly catching himself on a table on his way down.

"You sure know how to wind a guy." Sherlock coughed.

"What the hell were you doing beneath my feet?!"

Sherlock got to his feet, his front covered in carpet, his back like a sofa. "It was camouflage. No need to step on me!"

"I didn't see you!"

"Well that's kind of the point of camouflage."

Loki chuckled, taking of his hat and jacket and placing them on the table. "I heard gun fire."

"Well I had to get your attention." He explained, flopping himself into an armchair across from where Loki stood. "And disorientation helps with the illusion."

"And your voice. I heard it from behind me."

"Ah." Sherlock grinned. "In the week since we last met, I've been experimenting with passing sound through different materials." He used his foot to lift of what looked like a piece of string and show it to Loki.

"Impressive."

"Thank you."

"I am of course here with a purpose."

"Naturally. Is this concerning the game?"

"A change in the game."

"Loki, you cannot change the rules as you go along. In fact, there should be a rule forbidding it."

"No. Not a rule change, a game change."

"Yes?"

"I went to get my dagger back, and I have uncovered more of Rockwood's plan."

"Yes?"

"Rockwood has my dagger, and I want it back. It is not in his house, nor is it anywhere I can think to look. I cannot even find the man I stabbed."

"Any you seek my detective expertise."

"They don't call you the best for nothing."

"Why thank you."

"I need it back Sherlock."

"But I fail to see how it is a game."

"Whomever finds my dagger first will receive a wish from the other."

Sherlock smirked. "I believe we have a deal Mr Loki."

Loki grinned.

The Sherloki will be slow building here guys.

Doctor MazOver and out