A/N: This chapter is leading into the next chapter which will make much more sense once I upload it, which might take a little time considering how long it might end up being if I decide not to separate it into parts. Also, I'm giving you free will of your imagination with the beginning of the chapter. I'm not going to give specifics, so fill in with whatever you'd like.

Chapter Twelve

Kayla's POV

Three Weeks Later

I'd never liked the rain and it seemed it was always raining in London. I couldn't wait to get back to the flat and have a warm cup of tea. I didn't like running these tedious little missions Samuel sent me on, but there was no getting around it. Just because I wasn't back in my office didn't mean I didn't still have work to do. I was lucky though, my "mission" today was simple. Make a few calls and check in with a few liaisons.

I'd just gotten a good bit of information off of one of our undercover agents who'd been stationed in London a few weeks ago as a metal worker on the outskirts of town. We thought we'd lost our mark, but with this new information, the agency just might be able to track him down once more and put this case to rest once and for all after nearly four years. James Moriarty was a slick character, but not many were able to slip past Phantom's prying eyes.

I had a bad feeling though, that since I was here in London and our mark was rumored to be here as well, Samuel was going to put me specifically on this case.

Just as I was making my way back to the main road, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Pulling it out, I groaned. "What do you, Sam?" I asked, answering as professionally as I could despite my slightly foul mood. "Don't sound so pleased to hear from me." Samuel said sarcastically over the phone."Actually, you should be pleased. That request you put through a few months ago, it came though. She's waiting for you at 2729 Dingler Ave." he said, a smile clear in his voice.

"Are you serious?" I asked, stoping completely in my tracks from sheer surprise.

"Nick pulled some strings and get her there early. You should be thankful or she wouldn't have been there till about next year around this time." he confirmed and I felt like I was going to burst with happiness. "Well, I'll be sure to call Nick and thank him. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go pick that sexy fucker up and take her home." I said and with a chuckle from Samuel, I hung up.

As fast as I could, I hailed a cab and almost immediately one pulled up next to me. Sliding into the back, I gave the cabbie the address Samuel had given me and sat in inpatient silence until we got there.

Once we were there, I payed the cabbie and hurried into the parking garage. Once inside, I stopped in my tracks and stood in awe. There she was. The most beautiful thing that had come into my life in a long time. "You have no idea how much I've missed you." I mumbled and walked over before practically throwing myself onto the metal. I really didn't care if people thought it was weird. Who were they to judge anyway? I'm sure most of them had weird sides as well. Plus, I hadn't seen my car in nearly three months and I was so happy to have her back. If people were going to judge, I was going to judge right back and label them as assholes.

After living with Sherlock for as long as I had, my tolerance level had risen surprisingly high, but that didn't mean I'd take it from everyone. Usually just him and my brother.

Reluctantly, I pulled myself away from the hood and took a step back to inspect and make sure nothing was wrong with her. If there was one scratch, Nick was going to die. Once I was satisfied to see nothing out of place, I opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. As I pulled the keys out from under the ashtray, I only hoped that the wheel being on the left side wasn't going to be an issue.

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It was only an issue once. After the almost crash ten min, I made certain not to make that mistake again and made it back to Baker Street with no issues. I parked outside the flat and got out. Pressing the button, I locked the doors and made my way into the flat. I had to pause, though, when I heard crashing upstairs. "You'd best go up and check on them, dear." Mrs. Hudson said, coming out from her kitchen with a slightly terrified look on her face as she glanced upstairs.

"What happened? I was only gone for two hours!" I said and Mrs. Hudson shrugged. "I don't know. He just keeps going on about his case, the one about that missing painting." she told me and I sighed. Now it all made sense. "Don't worry, Mrs. Hudson. I'll take care of it. Just...make yourself some tea. And if you hear yelling, don't bother. I may have to hit him upside the head with a frying pan." I told her and she chuckled.

With a light pat on my arm, she headed back into her kitchen and left me at the bottom of the stairs.

With a sigh, I made my way up the stairs. Pausing outside of the door, I listened for movement and, when I heard nothing, pushed the door open. I had to pause in the doorway and hold my laughter in at the sight in front of me. "Shut up." I heard the detective mumble into the couch cushions and I lost it. I burst out laughing and had to hold onto the doorframe to keep myself somewhat upright. The next thing I know, Sherlock was off the couch and standing in front of me with a glare that would shut anyone up. Accept it only made me laugh harder.

"What's so funny?" he demanded, a look of bemusement crossing his face. Regaining some composure, I took a deep breath and smiled at the man in front of me. "Sherlock, hun, you are impossibly hopeless. I don't know where you'd be without John or myself." I said and just as Sherlock was about to answer my rhetorical comment, I stopped him. "Come on. I'll help you. But you're going to have to deal with this sooner or later." I told him, grabbing his hand and leading him back to his room.

"Are you going to be there?" he asked and I couldn't help but think of how childlike he sounded. "I don't know. Depends on how much work I've got." I told him and I heard him huff. "You'll be fine. John'll be there to make sure you don't make a complete ass of yourself." I laughed, glancing at Sherlock and chuckling at the scowl on his face. "I don't make an arse of myself." he argued before falling onto his bed.

I decided not to answer and walked over to his closet. "Not always, but usually." I ended up saying, flicking through his many suits.

I was more than surprised, having to hold back a yelp, when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and then a head fall onto my shoulder. "I don't want to go." he mumbled and I felt his voice vibrate throughout my body. I knew I shouldn't be letting my emotions get the better of me, but it was getting harder and harder the longer this kept going. I reached behind me and gave him a pat on the head. "I know, but you've gotten yourself into the mess. Shouldn't have been showing off." I said and I felt a chuckle vibrate through him and then into me.

"I like showing off." he said simply and I couldn't help but role my eyes. "I know you do." I laughed.

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