Authors note. In short… Not Dead. So sorry guys! School was hectic and I HAD to get everything in. I hope you like this because this is going to take a few hours of my day. There are quite a few swear words to come, it just wouldn't be very realistic if our lovely other character didn't shriek some swear words from time to time.

So…. I figured if I went with John I could hopefully keep him from having a loud row with the chip and pin machine. Apparently I was very wrong.

He wouldn't even let me try to deal with the machine insisting that he could do it himself as I am looking awkwardly around us at the other customers waving a greeting at them with a pained look on my face.

"John you idiot come on!" I whisper to him as he looks at me with his foot poised to kick the machine.

"No it's just a bloody stupid chip and pin machine, I can make it- Yes alright! I've got it!" He shouted at the automated voice and immediately abandons the cue. I sigh and start to follow him because Sherlock at the moment was fighting someone in the flat. I just wanted to see his face when I made it look like I noticed the sword he will try to hide underneath his chair, honestly he couldn't have been more obvious in his attempts at hiding the damn thing.

We got back to the flat eventually. Well it felt like it took for absolutely for flipping ever because of the amount of noise John was making about that stupid machine. Why they both are so childish I will never understand.

Walking up to the flat I was steeling myself to notice everything that I could from the pretty bad view that I got from the episode itself.

Sherlock was the first thing I noticed upon entering. He looked innocent enough. Much too innocent that anyone who actually knew him would start asking questions.

John was rambling again about the chip and pin machine while I carefully looked around the living room area. I did notice though that he tried to move the sword back earlier than he did in the episode. I just raised my eyebrow at him while he pointedly ignored me by sticking his head in his book.

How on earth could John not see this? He was much more interested in the groove on the table to even notice Sherlock's coat having been cut or the obvious movement of some of Sherlock's junk. For a consulting detective he was really quite bad at putting things back to where they were.

I come back to reality when I hear John mutter about Sherlock never getting of his skinny rear to do any of the shopping.

I turn to Sherlock, "Yes how come you never do the shopping? I know you just finished a case so why not?"

He just looked up from his book, smirked, and pretended to read again. I huffed and stormed to the kitchen shouting at him, "I am really glad you are a consulting detective and not the other way around. Otherwise you would have been caught faster than the easiest case Greg has ever done!"

I heard him snap the book shut and follow me into the kitchen, ha! I guess that worked better than I thought it would. He grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around.

"Whoa buddy! Hands off the merchandise unless you are willing to handle with care." He just glared at me and growled, "Who the hell is Greg?" Alrighty then I certainly did not expect that kind of reaction. I was thinking he was going to pout and be all insulted that I assumed that he wasn't smart enough to cover his tracks.

I just gave him a look that in a nutshell said 'Seriously?' rolled my eyes and just walked into the living room. This was where I slept seeing that there was only two bedrooms. I know what you are thinking, why not just rent 221C? Well I was with Emz helping me out by passing along funds from Mycroft that old softie.

Sherlock nearly threw an ever loving cow at the prospect of another thinker like him that he actually didn't hate being in another place… down the stairs. I just went with it because I didn't want to have a toddler pouting every time I tried to go home. So I just slept on a better couch that I forced Sherlock to put in the living room.

"I am sleeping now so don't bother me!" I called to the other side of the flat, hopefully he isn't feeling bored otherwise I would never nod off.

Surprisingly I woke up with John trudging up the stairs. I tripped though when I went over to help with the groceries. I managed to land flat on my face with Sherlock sitting in his chair and John almost dropping all of his bags with his wanting to help me up.

"Thank you Sherlock you were such a great help!" I managed to say with so much sarcasm that he actually grimaced. Then I noticed that he was using John's laptop looking at Sebastian's email about the break in. Oh, I should have realized that it would happen very soon. I wonder if I would be able to save Soo Lin?

I look up at Sherlock and John about to sweep past me. "Oh no you don't!" I said to them racing down the stairs. "Do you do that on purpose? Just to see if I would notice?"

I see Sherlock hiding a smirk, that little dickhead! God I was so tempted to stick my leg out in front of him and send him tumbling, but that would make me no better than ugh Anderson.

We squeeze into the cabbie as I start to recollect exactly what would happen inside that bank. Well at least I would try to put Sebastian in his place the little bastard. I will make him squirm. I must have been making an evil face of glee because I look up to John looking concerned for my mental health, while Sherlock was contemplative. Well shit. I need to hide my emotions better if they are to never figure out the whole knowing the future thing. Being unexplainably absent from any records was enough for them to want to lock me away where they think I wouldn't cause any trouble. Pfft not causing trouble god that'll be the day.

Anyway we pull up to that stuffy bank that doesn't look like a bank andI am ready to rumble. I think soon it is time to smack back at "Seb" for being so awful to Sherlock. Ah right on que evil maniacal mental cackle.

"These are my friends John Watson and Annabelle." Oh crap we are at that point already? I have got to pay better attention especially in the next episode.

"Friend?" Seriously? Anyone with half a brain would be able to think that someone out there would choose to be Sherlock's friend.

"Colleague." John said quickly. Oh Sherlock baby please don't look like that at him some people are still thinking you are gay even when I am around.

"And you?" Sebastian Wilkes asked me with a very creepy look on his face.

"Yes, I am his friend Sebastian Wilkes there's no need to be surprised. Did you have a nice trip?" I asked with a sickeningly sweet tone added to a look of loathing.

I think I surprised Sherlock greatly because it took him a second to respond to the tidbit about the trip. Then I see him look at the man's wristwatch. 'Yes Sherlock now you see what I see.'

I walked by Sherlock catching his eye whenever he or I spotted something. This was actually much easier to do in this universe that it is back home. Maybe it just has something to do with that it is a superpower of the mind….. gotta figure that out sometime. Or maybe I'm just more observant because I have to consistently not let on the amount of information I actually know.

Oh God one can only hope Em doesn't spill the beans or hell even let on she knows anything to Mycroft. Shit that would only bring in a flurry of a shitstorm.

"Would any of you like a drink? Water?" the sleaze is trying to offer us water to show he knows how to mimic manners, how quaint.

"I don't ingest things given to me by strangers." John looked at me curiously.

"sometimes you refuse to drink the things Sherlock gives you."

"Yes John thank you for pointing that out, you see sometimes Sherlock enjoys to see if he can put something one someone's drink to see if they will notice or the things he gives are just purely inedible."

"That's why you don't drink them? You actually caught on?"

"Sherlock now is not the time or place, but yes of course I noticed. You have a twitch in your eyebrow whenever you give me a laced one."

Wilkes now just looks horrified, "This is a normal occurrence between you two as… friends?"

"Yes Wilkes try to keep up, now why are you dawdling show us what you bloody want us to see." Sherlock is smiling to himself slightly, I hope it's because I defended his ass and not because he's planning on how to drug me without letting on. It was probably a bad idea to let on that's how I knew.

"Right, we've had a break-in." He then led us to the practically empty office. I still haven't gotten over how surreal this feels to be seeing the things I once only saw through a television screen now right before my eyes. Working at a bank must be a really drab job, I would go insane having to look at these blank walls every single day for hours on end.

I quickly get bored with the boring nonsense Wilkes was spilling so I just pull out my phone and play a game. Escape the room, while quite stupid, was so addictively fun to beat. It is very ego stroking if I say so myself. Yet that also quickly bores me, many things do which is why I enjoy the running for your life bit most of the time. Well when I don't have a gun at my back, being shot would hurt a lot.

"Honestly John just observe!" I sigh when he still cannot understand how Sherlock knew Wilkes had travelled.

"Annabelle be nice to the normal people." I turn to see Sherlock smirking at being able to throw my statement right back at me. I stick my tongue out at him like the very mature adult I am.

"Is that how you want to play it Sherlock? Because I will readily go to the mat." John is muttering to himself being sure to face away from us. I am pretty damn sure he said something along the lines of 'Christ the things I am forced to endure'. I'm going to let that one go… for now.

"So Sherlock where are we going now?" I ask because honestly I haven't been paying attention.

"To Vancoon's flat."

"The murder victim?" At his raised eyebrow I huffed and muttered, "It's a good guess."

"Anyway, taxi!"

John leans in and mutters, "There is no way this is going to work."

I snicker appreciatively, "Don't doubt Sherlock's acting skills John, he may just surprise us."

John just stood agape while Sherlock pulled his "I'm totally a normal human being please trust me" voice as I like to call it. As soon as the voice box goes offline I let out the laughter I have barely been holding back.

I knew Sherlock would pull a punk move by dangling himself off that poor woman's balcony in the hope that out of sheer luck he would successfully land on Vancoon's balcony. I rolled my eyes in acceptance at hearing the sound of his impossibly light footfalls in the flat.

"Sherlock." John called in through the door. Clearly he hasn't figured out if Sherlock has gotten into a room by himself you need to do the same. He didn't notice as I knelt down on the ground pulling out the lock pick set Em gifted me with, thank you Mycroft's bank account! "Sherlock anytime now would be a good time to let us in!" John said a little louder, hopefully he didn't think Sherlock didn't hear him otherwise I might have no faith in him left at all. My face was pulled into a grimace, tongue peeping out the corner of my mouth in concentration against this damn lock that was slightly tricky to open.

"Aha!" I yelled in triumph when the lock let out an audible click. I open it to see Sherlock with his hand outstretched as if he was about to open the door. Bloody git.

Honestly who the hell paid these forensic scientists? I mean they aren't even looking at what's right there. They wouldn't have been able to see this was a homicide if homicide was a person dancing naked in front of them whilst singing God Save the Queen. Which was exactly what I was doing as I tapped my foot off time to the beat of the tune. While it greatly aggravated me, it somehow aggravated Sherlock to a whole other level. It was worth the price of a small portion of my sanity just to see that vein slowly become more and more visible on the left side of his temple.

I smirked until he whipped his head to glare at me, to which I responded with a constructed innocent expression. He turned faster than the crack of a whip when he heard the proclamation that this was a suicide. I interlock my fingers and push them away from me, cracking and popping my knuckles in preparation for the entertaining scene that is about to play before me.

A/N

Sooooo…. This is awkward… I actually kept procrastinating on writing this until I started it, wrote a bit, forgot about it, remembered it, procrastinated again, forgot about it, and now I finally finished it. I tried to at least make it kinda lengthy! Uh… hope you liked it? Review what you think, and follow so that you'll at least get a notification if I suddenly upload.