"Well, I can't have imagined it!" John says, his voice rising.

"What did she look like?" Sherlock asks.

"well, she had long blonde hair tied back in a neat pony. She wore a black long sleeve dress and tall black heels. she had a tiny spritz of freckles and her eyes were sort of brown," John explained.

Sherlock pursed his lips, his hands placed together in thought. None of the profiles he found for Valerie Lane suited that description.

"Maybe she doesn't have socials," John suggested.

"don't be absurd a young woman who doesn't glance at the internet? Impossible," Sherlock muttered.

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it was late evening now, I decided just to drive around for a bit, let the cool after rain breeze in through my window.

It was going well until my phone vibrated.

"if you're still in London, mind a few more jobs? MW is busy with personal things."

I let out a huff before sending my reply at the red light.

"fine."

I then received a list of names, a "dead" list if you will. I don't see why they don't just tip off the coppers at this point. I grew up in this business with one of my best friends but there are pieces of me that feel guilty.

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"Mrs. Hudson, can I ask you a few questions?" sherlock asks.

"Of course love! What's on that crazy mind of yours?" she chuckles.

"The woman that was here earlier...did she mention where she was staying at all?" he presses.

"No...sherlock please don't do anything, she is a lovely girl, rather sharp if you ask me. she would always be the smarter one at the table when she and Lily used to come by," the older lady explains.

"Makes sense," he mumbles.

"Do you mind asking her to pick something up for you?" Sherlock asks.

"Um, I guess I do need some more biscuits and Oh! She makes the best banana bread! I guess I would like to chat more with her..." she mutters.

"Great! it's settled, have her come tomorrow morning!" Sherlock claps his hands and runs back up the stairs.

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"Bonjour monsieur" I purr.

"ah arent you a pretty little thing...accompany me to my car would you?" the man flirts, his thick french accent shinning through.

i follow the rich man to the parade, he had parked on the lowest level where less cars were parked. I grab my gun and shift it in my hand a little before pointing it at the mans head.

"Mes excuses, bonne nuit monsieur" I say with a bittersweet smile.

before he even has time to react I shoot him clean in the back of the head.

"ugh sad to waste such a pretty accent using such horrendous words on women," I growl at the body as I walk past it.

I pull out my red lipstick, debating what message to write. Then it hits me, I laugh to myself before writing my message on the concrete floor of the parcade.

Smartass :)

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when I reach my car again it was about 11:00 pm, I scrolled through my messages to see a shocking message from Lily's aunt. I read it over before chuckling. I do make good banana bread...plus I would like to tease the two boys that are following my crimson trail.

"you got it, i'll be there at 10:00 am!"

I send my response and step on the gas, heading to the grocery store.

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I woke up to my phone ringing loudly in my ear, Lily's face popping up on the screen.

"ugh Lily it's 6:00 here," i groan, rubbing my eyes.

"I'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK! YOU HAVEN'T LOOKED AT ANY MESSAGES! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HOME YESTERDAY!???" she screams, fully waking me.

"Sorry! I have a new babysitting job..."I mumble.

"You really gave in to that fat ass?" Lily mutters.

"No, he's not fat anymore either. Sherl isn't safe and i don't know i feel like i need to reconnect with him a little, see how he's doing and make sure he doesn't die." i say.

"I KNEW YOU STILL THOUGHT ABOUT HIM AND HIS BLOODY INSANE FAMILY," She screams, i wince holding the phone away from my ear.

"They're bloody inescapable! Mycroft sent his MEN after me!!" I exclaim, stumbling towards the kitchen in the suit.

As Lily drones on and on about life back home, i begin to make the banana bread Mrs. Hudson requested. Mashing the bananas then adding sugar and all the other needed ingredients. I pour it in a bread pan before shoving into the pre heated oven.

"K Lil im glad things are working out for you and Jim but i gotta go now," i grumble.

"fine. Text me!!" she yells before hanging up.

i wash my hands and set out my outfit before hopping in the nice warm shower.

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"Sherlock why is it you asked me to invite Valerie over? she is just lovely and i really don't want her mixed up in your funny business," Mrs. Hudson asks.

"Not to worry, just curious that's all" the detective mumbles.

before she can ask another question john intrudes by barging into the flat, mary hot on his heels. Mary wore a wide smile and john a queazy frown.

"John dear, are you alright?" Mary asks, now frowning.

"yes fine," John says, showing a fake smile.

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I had the loaf wrapped in a lovely bread wrap and placed it in a simple basket. how cute of me. i chuckle to myself softly as i step into a short plain white dress, i added a simple cropped tight sleeve cardigan which was a pale light green. I slipped on my air-forces and tied my hair back in the same style as before.

I grab the basket and head out into the parking lot, i swiftly take a seat in my car, it was a cute Porsche 911, sounds fancy but hey, I make good money.

I step on the gas and i was on my way.

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I knock on the door of the complex, to be greeted by the lovely Mrs. Hudson.

"Come in dear, everybody's upstairs!" she smiles.

"Everybody?" i ask.

"Oh yes sorry! the boys wanted to meet you!" she says as i follow her up the creaky stairs.

They want to see if im their suspect...how sweet. I let out a small chuckle once we reached the second floor.

I follow the older lady through the door into a disaster of a flat. There were bullet holes in the walls and the kitchen was basically an un-organized lab, there were two chairs seated in front of a dusty fireplace covered in papers. I looked around at the faces in the room, my eyes immediately meeting gazes with Sherlocks. His curls hung just above his eyes, his almost grey blue eyes god they were gorgeous. He stood straight with his hands clenched together behind his back. i watched his eyes dart from mine and examine every inch of my features. Once his gaze reaches mine once more he frowns. He can't read me, how fun. I smirk.

I look to the next person, John, and then to the blonde beside him. oh my god, I almost burst out laughing when i made eye contact with her, she undoubtably tried her hardest too because her face distorted into an odd grin. Oh mary.

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All sherlock could do was stand there in utter confusion.

I can't read her.