"Is there a reason why we're here?"

"Photo's for the blog"

"Photos...of this. You do realise this could give you away"

"Not likely it's just the sort of thing Normund would blog about."

"If you're sure, don't blame me if our enemies become wise and realise humble Normund Sigerson, is actually the great Sherlock Holmes"

"Do you think maybe you could keep your voice down. And it's my enemies, not yours."

"Our enemies. I work with you so they're mine too. Now hurry up and take the damn photos, it's freezing out here"

"Not my fault you like to dress as scantily as possible"

Irene sighed, rubbing her arms. Sherlock turned and gave a sigh of his own, stripping off the warm jacket and placing it over Irene's bare shoulders. There that should stop her claiming. He turned back and finished taking his photos of the Reichenbach Falls.

It was here, it was finally here! John grabbed his crutches and limped to the front door, grinning from ear to ear as he took the rectangular parcel from the postman. It was really here! His first book! He and Mary had written it in no time flat and it had been published just as fast. In his hands right now was the first ever book written by John Watson.

He sat down, eager to open it. Mary was at work. He couldn't wait to show her. She'd be just as chuffed as he was. He peeled off the brown paper and opened the small box that lay inside. There nestled in the cardboard was a small scarlet book with the words, 'A Study In Pink By John H. Watson' emblazoned on the cover.

John couldn't believe it. He turned it over several times in his hands. It was really real. He'd actually written a book. Him, John Watson. Brilliant! Now now, John, don't get a big head, you don't even know if anyone will read it. He hoped they did, but he honestly didn't care all that much. Wait till Mary got home, their home, their flat. Oh just wait! Together tonight, they would sit on the couch by the fire and read it.

He wondered what Sherlock would think.

He'll notice"

"Good. That's the idea."

"Sherlock it's not good. He's already hot on our tails after the incident at the factory"

"Look, getting this money will put a substantial dent in his finances. While he's dealing with that we can go to China and work on the small group there. Ok? Besides this was Mycroft's idea not mine. Blame him."

Irene rolled her eyes. Of course it was. Sherlock marched into the Swiss bank, brushing a blonde lock from his eyes and adjusted the was going to be easy. Irene linked a glove covered arm through Sherlock's.

"Do you even know the key?"

"Of course. Johann Sebastian Bach"

It came! Oh god it actually came! Everyone you are now looking at a published author. Yesterday the first copy of my first book arrived at our door. A Study In Pink. Oh it looks wonderful, I just can't believe it. Several of you are getting free copies, so look out for those in the mail. Sorry I can't deliver some in person, with my injuries and working on finishing the next manuscript I haven't got the time.

Just thought I'd let you know!

"It's gone. It's all gone"

"What has?"

"The money, your money. In that bank in Switzerland"

"Impossible. Must be an error"

"Or You-Know-Who has done something about it."

"What Voldemort?...Oh wait you mean Lockie. Are you sure?"

"Look at the screen if you don't believe me"

Jim peered over Sebastian's shoulder. That bastard.. all his money was gone! Well not all his money. He had it spread across several banks in several countries, but this still put a dent in his finances. Jim began to growl, his fists clenching. He picked up the laptop, throwing it at the wall.

Sebastian sighed. Another laptop gone. That made three in the past two months. But people like Jim Moriarty never took anger management classes. "Look I told you he'd do something like this, you wouldn't believe me. That blog of his says he's heading to China, do you want me to do something about it or not?"

"What?.. No.. not yet. I'll handle it when the time comes. Notify them will you? Just in case. And shoot the imbecile in charge of my account in Switzerland for me."

"Where are you going?"

"The lab dear Sebastian. Did you buy those nicotine patches like I asked you too?"

"Of course, they're on the bench" Jim smiled and picked up the box, throwing it up into the air once and caught it deftly with one hand. "Thanks, I'll be busy for the next hour or so. Don't forget dinner" The psychopath left the room for his lab.

"Fine. Thanks Sebastian, you're so helpful Sebastian. Bloody ungrateful git"

To John Watson,

I am so sorry to hear about your accident! Are you ok? Such a terrible thing to have happened. And you say that it was done on purpose? That's even worse! I thought London was relatively safe. It seems I was in error.

You say you are sending me a copy of your book. You do not need to do so really. Especially since I have no fixed address right now. But, if you really want to.. then I suppose I can not turn down such a generous offer. I will send you my next address soon and hopefully I can get the book then.

Congratulations on becoming an author and I hope you get well soon.

Normund.

Congratulations...John. You're finally moving on but thank goodness you haven't forgotten me. Even though I said I wanted you too, I never meant it. I could never forget you. You're un-deleteable. Please stay safe and happy till I return. It's going to be strange receiving a book about me in the mail. But I'm touched that you wrote it. Still think it's a rubbish idea. But.. thank you all the same.