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Crap, he had been too fast I had wanted more time here but it didn't look like I would get it. As I

saw Sherlock talking to the the man behind the desk.

Room 23 - SH

I sent the message to Sherlock and saw him storm towards the room. I stood by the door waiting for Sherlock to bust in. When he did I hit him and knocked him out, tied him to a chair, and waited. I saw Sherlock gaining consciousness, and stood right in front of him.

"Now Sherlock, I will message you coordinates for where I am in an hour." I smiled and started to leave.

"Sydney, we could find him together," It sounded like Sherlock was almost pleading, but Sydney knew better.

"Ok sure, if you don't detain me," Sherlock cringed at the fact Sydney could see through him so easily. "Oh don't worry I could only tell because you've tried to trap me so many times before." I smiled and left the room. I had work to do. As I got down I told the guy at the desk "I hid the door don't show the police." I handed him a hundred dollar bill and left. I got a cab and told him to go to Winston Street. As I walked down the ally left of Winston Street I smiled as I saw Louie over in the corner smoking.

"Hey," I walked towards him.

"What do ya want?" He asked casually.

"Information of where this man is." As I said it I pulled a picture out of my pocket of Jimmy Dolot.

"I don't need to send this one around I saw him at the club on Lowell Street."

"Thanks," I said handing him a twenty and running to get a cab. When I got in I realized that I couldn't just stand in front of a club and I didn't smoke or anyone to snog. It didn't take long to form a plan. I decided I would enter the club and get Jimmy Dolt alone. So that's what I started to do, but I didn't see him inside so I waited outside for when he came out. Everything was going as planned when after three minutes of waiting Jimmy Dolt came out to have a smoke.

"Hey, I was wondering if you could help me I lost my way, and I need help." Act helpless that was my first tactic.

"Where do you want to go?" He asked gruffly.

"Anywhere where I can have a good time," I replied smiling.

"Well then you've come to the right place," he replied. He then started snogging me forcefully against the nearby wall. He tasted like cigarettes and beer two things I don't like. He starts moving his hands up my shirt, and all the sudden he's gone. The pressure on my lips, his hands from my chest. I look down to see Jimmy Dolt laying at my feet, and a new pair of shoes. I looked up knowing very well who I would see.

"Sherlock" I said exasperated, "What was that about? I had everything under control!" I yelled.

"Sydney he was going to rape you," Sherlock whispered as a police car came. A second later Sherlock had me handcuffed and walking away from the suspect.

"Great to know who my friends are," I whispered sarcastically.

Sherlock got a cab and helped me inside.

"221B Baker Street," Sherlock said to the cabbie.

"Sydney you need to be more careful. He had at least ten men inside to call out. Luckily Lestrade has got everything under control, and I got there before anything happened." I didn't look at Sherlock as he said it, but I knew him well enough to know he was deducing me. I just stared out the window.

"Thank you," I whispered as we exited the car. I knew he heard me because he gave me his you sure you're ok look.

As we entered 221B I smiled.

"Really, Sherlock do I detect lilacs?" I asked as I entered.

I noticed John looking at me funny.

"Oh," I said as I quickly stepped over my hands and handcuffs. John's look went from okayyy to bloody hell. "Sherlock put me in them." At that John just shook his head and went back to the tv. I felt like the back my shirt had come up so I went to fix it, but I wasn't fast enough.

"Sydney what was that?" Sherlock asked from behind me.

"What was what?" I responded knowing full well what he was asking about.

"Sydney what were those scars on your back from?" I cringed.

"A mistake Sherlock."

"Where are the others?" He asked.

"Sherlock," I said warning him to stop.

"Fine then why?" Sherlock changed his question.

"Sediment," I responded.

I realized how close Sherlock and I were. Only inches from him.

"Just kiss already," John said from his chair. I shook my head quickly, stepped back, and moved my hands so they were closer to Sherlock's face.

"Key please," I really wanted to get out of these handcuffs.

"No,"

"What Sherlock!" I reprimanded him.

"Not until you tell me more about the scars," Sherlock insisted, and John had elected to ignore us or maybe to not get involved.

"Sherlock, please?" I asked.

"No," Sherlock responded with a smile.

"Fine I turned around and let Sherlock lift my shirt up slightly, and investigate. I looked over at John and knew he was going to comment.

"Bloody hell, get a room," John then proceeded to giggle.

"John must I remind you what you do with your girlfriends?" Sherlock looked up at John and then back at my back.

"Sydney," Sherlock asked with what sounded like concern. I twirled around, "Key please,". Sherlock undid the handcuffs and I rubbed circulation back into my wrists. Sherlock and I stood there staring at eachother, then Sherlock threw himself on the couch, and went to his mind palace.

I walked over to Sherlock, moved his feet off the couch, and sat down next to him. Sherlock then proceeded to bend his legs so they fit.

"When was the last time either of you ate?" John asked.

"I don't remember we responded simultaneously. John gave us a look that we knew ment go eat, I ignored it. John went into the kitchen, and came out with some leftovers.

"Eat," he used his army voice, and Sherlock and I complied.

"I got Chinese. What about you?" I asked.

"Salad," Sherlock responded as he sat up. We started eating. When we were halfway through I switched our containers and smiled at Sherlock.

"I finished before Sherlock did, lied down, and put my feet on Sherlock's lap.

"I see your feet are still as cold as ever," Sherlock said and smiled at me.

I ignored John who kept giving us strange looks when he thought we weren't looking.

After a few minutes Sherlock's phone started ringing.

"Lestrade," Sherlock answered.

"We have a double murder," I could hear Lestrade through the phone.

"Where?"

"Oh ok," He spoke to someone on his side of the call. "Donovan asked for you not to bring Sydney," Lestrade said.

"Even if I didn't want her to come I couldn't stop her, and since when did you listen to Donovan?" Sherlock responded.

"Ok whatever," Lestrade sounded annoyed. "On the Thames just next to The Green Garden Grocer.

Hey if you like this you should check out some of my other stories ;), and when this does end, if I ever manage to fit my already written ending in, it will have a sequel! So keep reading and R and R!

So read this it may not seem Sherlock related at first but it is trust me.

Okay so funny story. I was in math class and my teacher started yelling at me for not working with my partner. Of course everyone looks over and gets quiet because I'm the good girl who gets straight A's easily. So she continues telling me how I need to work better with people and such. By this point I am very confused because I had one of the few people I like working with. So she continues to the point where she says, "Look at Carsen, she's on the fifth problem and you're almost done," So the whole class is silent and I say "Carsen's not my partner Noah is." My teacher when silent. Now I didn't say this because I didn't want a detention, but I thought "You see but you do not observe," When I told my friends this they died.