"She's gone into the club," Lestrade informed Sherlock and John when they walked into the booth an hour after Scarlett had left the flat. Donovan was sat next to Lestrade in the booth and Sherlock took the empty seat next to him whilst John remained hanging around behind him. Sherlock hastily picked up the headphones and placed them onto his ears, flattening his curly black hair as he did so.

"A vodka and coke please," he heard her voice ring out and he noted something down on paper and passed it to Lestrade who nodded back at him, indicating that he could speak into the mouthpiece and she would hear him, along with Lestrade and Donovan.

"Vodka and coke?" he asked her. "I didn't think you were going to drink alcoholic beverages this evening."

"Oh hey," Scarlett said, pretending to speak to a male who was sat on the bar stool next to her, but intending for Sherlock to be the one she was holding the conversation with.

"So have you seen anything which looks odd whilst you have been in there?" Sherlock asked her.

"It's a bit boring in here tonight, isn't it?" Scarlett asked the man sat opposite her and Sherlock heard him chuckle at her and ask her to dance with him.

"Let me guess," Sherlock drawled, watching on the cameras in the booth as Scarlett and this random man took to the floor and they began to move in time to the music, "he's clearly an accountant, his fingernails look blunt which means he types on calculators for a long time which means he is good with numbers. There is also the fact that he is wearing a very expensive suit and cufflinks which shows a good paying job. He has numbers written on the back of his hand which need multiplying and the amount would equal someone's deduction of VAT."

"You're amazing!" Scarlett called, motioning to the man but meaning for Sherlock to be the one to hear.

"Oh I know," he said cockily to her and Donovan rolled her eyes.

"I don't see how she can stand you," she sneered. "What with your self-importance taking priority over everyone else."

"Donovan!" Lestrade snapped. "Now is not the time to be arguing when Miss Jenson can hear us on the other end and she needs to be able to speak to us at all times. Your squabbling stops that."

"Exactly Donovan," Sherlock smirked and looked back onto the screen as he did so, noticing a tall blonde man who was stood on the balcony of the club, right next door to an armed officer who was looking over and drinking a glass of water.

"The blonde one," Sherlock suddenly stood up and pointed to him on the screen. "He's not ours, is he?"

"No," Lestrade agreed with him. "He's not."

"Scarlett," Sherlock said deeply into the mouthpiece, "there is a man on the balcony to your left; he is tall and blonde, wearing a black suit. Stood alone and looking onto the floor. He's working for Moriarty."

"I have to go," Scarlett excused herself, pretending to be messing with her earring whilst she actually pushed her wire further into her ear and walked into the bathroom.

"I've seen him," she whispered, her mouth barely opened as she informed them and moved into the bathroom. Slowly, she walked over to the mirror and ran the tap, wetting her hands and then slowly moving the cold water onto her face as she did so, cooling herself down.

"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked her. "You need to be out there?" he snapped, seeing she had moved from the club's nightlife into the quiet bathroom where she thought she was safe.

"Just a moment," she snapped quickly. "I'm a bit nervous and need time to calm down."

"You need to be going back out there Scarlett," he instructed her. "He will start to become impatient and you don't want to know what happens when these people become impatience."

"Calm down Sherlock," Scarlett said, using tissue to dry her face and then move from the bathroom, her glass in her hand as she totted off back to the dance floor, looking slightly drunk as a pretence and she began to dance.

"Okay," Sherlock said, "he's on the way down now."

Scarlett didn't look at the man as he moved over to where she was stood and dancing, sipping on her vodka and coke as she moved around with extreme ease, fitting into the crowd easily. Sherlock continued to look on intently as the blonde moved through the crowd. Finally, he managed to get through the crowd, standing next to Scarlett he bent down to her ear slowly;

"Are you Scarlett Jenson?" he asked her and she turned around and stopped dancing as she looked at him.

"Who's asking?" she pondered and Sherlock nodded in agreement as she didn't give in to his questions.

"Just a friend," he shrugged. "So is it you?"

"It would seem so," she drawled lightly and he smirked, nodding and moving away. Sherlock stood up from the plush seat in the booth and looked on at the screen as he saw the blonde man climb back up the steps to the balcony, standing and looking over onto the floor.

"What's he doing?" Sherlock wondered.

"Buying time?" Lestrade suggested but Sherlock shook his head when he asked the question.

"No," he replied. "He wouldn't waste time when he knows that Scarlett could easily run away if she even senses a whiff of trouble."

"He's texting," John stated and Sherlock watched as his fingers moved around the BlackBerry.

"Sherlock," Scarlett's voice suddenly hissed and she continued her dancing. "He went...he didn't even ask me anything...just my name..."

Sherlock looked on as the man typed quickly and then deposited his phone into his pocket and moved to the exit. He left the club.

"Sherlock," Scarlett snapped quietly. "He's gone...he left..." she said, looking as the blonde man simply left the club. Sherlock didn't reply to her and instead he shouted;

"Everyone quiet!" he yelled. "Don't even talk or move or think!" he warned them and placed his hands either side of his head, his long fingers running through his black curly hair.

"Sherlock!" Scarlett suddenly yelled. "What the hell is this?"

But she was ignored again. Sherlock thought about what buttons he had typed on the keyboard as no one spoke apart from Scarlett who was yelling down the phone.

"Sherlock!" she snapped again and Sherlock realised what the man had text on his phone. Blow the building.

"Scarlett...you need to get out of the club now," Sherlock said and Scarlett failed to get the message which was fuzzy in her ear.

"What?" she asked him, pushing it further into her ear. "I can't hear you."

"I said," Sherlock said quickly, "get out the club!"

"Sherlock I can't hear you...what did you sa-"

And then there was the explosion.

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Sorry it is only a short chapter but I am slightly tired after partying a little too much last night. But please do review and tell me what you think will happen!