Hi guys! Sorry about the insane wait, firstly I was like…one-shot then I was like chapter 2 ? Then I had no ideas. Then Fate's Silver Chain helped me so thanks!

Umm. NB- when I upload,for some reason, it cuts words out.. so it looks silly,and like I cant write So ,as I'm typing this,the story is written ,been beta'ed and there are no errors…if you see one once its uploaded and it makes no sense,just review what it is and I'll decipher.

I also find Sherlock quite hard to write so apologies of OOC ness. Warning for a ton of dialogue

Onwards and upwards!

DISCLAIMER:I own nothing you recognise, that goes to the BBC,Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Anthony Horowitz.

'John.'

'John.'

'John!'

John turned around. He was *this* close to just snapping and throwing Sherlock out of the bloody window he was staring out of.

But he didn't.

Mycroft should make him a knight of the realm. The past 12 months had truly tested his patience and now John was a master of staying calm in chaos … he did live with Sherlock after all.

"What is it Sherlock?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Bored."

(John resisted the urge to throw something at Sherlock, particularly the scalpel in his med kit.)

"Well .Not bored. Frustrated. I can't work it out John!"

"..We do seriously not still believe someone's watching us are we?"

"John. Don't be so obsolete. Of course someone is. Do you really not take in your surroundings that much?"

"Clearly you don't either, if you haven't found them yet."

At this, Sherlock just turned at threw the iciest glare he could muster up. Luckily , spending time in Iraq had meant most of these bounced off him – his SAS unit's leader could glare for England .

"All I'm saying, Sherlock, is that you have spent the past, what? Fortnight? Searching for this mysterious stalker, who seems to have the ability to defy even you! Don't you have something better to do? An experiment?"

"John! This person is infringing on my...-OUR lives, and you're okay with that? They probably know everything about you!"

That got John's attention. Call him paranoid, but the time spent with the SAS, and the things he'd seen… he didn't want everyone to know his life story.

"So what do we do? What do you?"

"I don't KNOW! I'm trying to deduce but logic is giving me nothing! The signs are saying a male, small, stealthy, professional, that's fine, but I'm getting young, able angry, experienced ,educated, trained. I don't know okay?!"

"Have you tried Mycroft?"

Sherlock shuddered. Yes he had, actually, given in, but it was fruitless. He asked if it was Mycroft 'trying another form of infringing on Sherlock's life' and got the answer

'Sherlock dear. I am not spying on you. If you kept up with the real world, I'm having a devilish time keeping Cameron and Clegg from clawing each other's eyes out. Keeping an eye on my bratty sibling? Mummy doesn't like it. So no. Now go away.'

So he tried hacking into Mycroft's system, but nothing showed. Nothing. No-one in Mycroft's office fit that description, no potential threat matched it. Mycroft's files had everyone. Like, everyone. From mass murderers, to the guy who stole a lolly pop from the local grocers.

It was infuriating.

Sherlock didn't like being bested. Especially not by someone young and obviously foolish. He ended up calling in 2 or 3 favours, just for info, but even they led nowhere.

How was someone that invisible? No-one was that good.

Except…

..Maybe Moriarty.

No. Moriarty was more playful, left more clues to make it more fun. This character, whoever they were…were serious.

And as much as it made Sherlock want to throw himself in front of a bus , he had no idea.

John sensed this.

"Sherlock. Come on. You've been working all day. Let's go get some dinner."

Sherlock allowed himself to be pulled away from the window, pausing only to yell

"This isn't over, you immature BRAT!"

Sitting, drinking a mocha in a café just round the corner, listening to the whole kerfuffle through his Ipod , Alex Rider laughs and allows him a wry smile.

Yassen and Jim were right.

These people were So Much. Fun.

FINI.

Next chapter... if I get enough interest… Alex and Jim have a little heart to heart . I just looove badass! Alex..

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