*One Week Later*

AMELIA'S POV

I ran up to the front door of the suspect's flat before knocking like I was rushed. A younger man in his mid-twenties opened the door.

"Can you please help me?" I cried, wiping away my tears. Sherlock, John and I were currently on another case for Mycroft. Apparently one of the people on a long list of his employees had stolen a classified file of his, and we had to get it back.

"What's wrong?" The man, Ryan Matthews, asked, suddenly looked worried. He opened the door wider and let me in.

"My boyfriend is chasing after me and..." I sniffed before breaking out into fake sobs. "Can I stay here until he passes by?" He nodded.

Hmm... Ryan Matthews, age 25, had a younger sister before she died judging by his actions and the pictures on his wall, as well as the tattoo on his ankle in memory of her. Doesn't seem much of a thief, but by the way he's glancing at his computer and the painting above the fireplace, he has something to hide.

"Would you like some tea?" He asked, bringing me to an armchair and letting me sit down. I nodded, biting my lip and looking out the window with wide eyes. As soon as Ryan disappeared to get my tea, I turned back to the window and winked at John, who was sitting across the street on a bench, "reading" a newspaper. He nodded back at me before pulling out his phone and typing on it.

"Who are you?" I snapped my head around, looking back at Ryan, who was pointing a gun at my head. I didn't flinch, which made him even more scared, especially when I smirked at him.

"Amelia M, consulting detective," I explained before adding in a chirpy voice, "with your address!"

"How did you-"

"Oh, and I know your name, your number, and pretty much everything about you!" I interrupted, closing my eyes and smiling a cheeky smile.

"Why did you-"

"Oh, don't bother with the questions, deary. No one ever answers the questions," I rambled, standing up and walking over to the painting, which I took off of the wall. "Ooo! You have that kind of lock that had letters instead of numbers! I like that kind! I always like to guess what it says. It isn't really that hard to do, you just have to-"

"Back away or I'll shoot," Ryan threatened, motioning with his gun for me to back away from the safe. I rolled my eyes before kicking him with one of my legs, making him fall down. His gun slid across the floor to me, and I stepped on it with my foot.

"Sherlock!" I called, keeping my eyes on Ryan, who was staring at me with wide eyes. Sherlock walked into the room, smirking when he saw Ryan sprawled out on the floor. "The password is Beka."

"How do you know?" Sherlock asked me, frowning before walking over to the lock.

"Did you even see the pictures on the wall? They're of his sister, Beka. I know her name because it says Beka on the tattoo on his ankle," I explained. Sherlock stared at me for a moment later before unlocking the safe. "Sherlock, wait!" I shouted, pushing him to the side while he was opening the safe. Thankfully, the gun inside of the safe hit the wall instead of Sherlock.

I stood up and reached into the safe and grabbed the USB before running out the door and onto the street. I waved to John, who waved back before running over to me.

"I take it you got the file then?" John asked. I nodded, smiling. Sherlock came out the door a moment later. He stared at me for a moment with his usual blank expression before turning to John.

"Yes, we did."

"Yeah," I mumbled. "Right after you almost got shot in the face." John must have heard me because he chuckled. I smiled before turning to Sherlock, who glared at me. Right then, Mycroft's expensive car pulled up beside us.

"Here you are, Mycroft," I said, handing him the USB through the open window.

"I appreciate your assistance," he replied, handing me a check before rolling up his window. We didn't speak until the car was out of sight. I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I burst out laughing. John frowned at me and turned to Sherlock, who shrugged. I bit my lip to stop my laughter and turned to Sherlock. After he deducted my actions, he couldn't help but smile with me. John looked back and forth between us before speaking up.

"Can you explain to me what just happened?"

"I gave Mycroft an identical USB that had advice on dieting and working out on it," I admitted, handing Sherlock the USB with Mycroft's files on it. "This is the one with Mycroft's classified file." John stared at me, unaware that his mouth was hanging open.

"John?" I asked, waving a hand in front of his face. "Anyone Holmes?" I smirked before looking up at a sighing Sherlock. "Get it? Holmes?"

"Did you just trick the British Government simply by handing him a different USB drive?" John asked, looking surprised.

"Yeah, what of it?" I asked. "I've done it plenty of times before. The last time I did it I gave him advice on a better security system."

"That was you?" Sherlock asked, seeming impressed.

"Yep. Now do you both want to go get some tea or something? Mycroft won't notice what he's missing for at least another hour."

"Fine by me," John agreed, pulling Sherlock along with him.

"Speedy's?" I suggested, getting us a cab. "Or should we just get some at the flat?"

"At the flat," Sherlock said before John could say otherwise. We got into the cab, the boys sitting on either side of me.

"221B Baker Street, please," I directed the driver, looking out John's window. I could practically feel Sherlock's gaze on my back. "Make it there before the hour and I'll give you double the cost of the trip." He nodded quickly before speeding off towards our destination.

SHERLOCK'S POV

I watched Amelia on the way back to the flat. She knew I was watching her, that was obvious enough, but she didn't seem to mind, either that or she didn't care. Once we had arrived, both Amelia and I left John to pay the fare. We waited for him upstairs in the living room. I sat down, pretending to be in my mind palace, while Amelia went to make us coffee. She came up a few minutes later.

"Here's your coffee, Sher," Amelia said. I heard her place down the coffee on the table.

"My name's not Sher, it's Sherlock," I corrected her, opening my eyes and glaring at her. Her green eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Actually it's William Sherlock Scott Holmes," she replied, sitting on the couch. I continued to glare at her, but that only made her smile more.

"Why do you cease to amaze me?" I sighed, leaning back in my armchair.

"I could ask you the same, Sherlock," Amelia replied, closing her eyes. She stayed like that for a moment before opening them quickly and jumping off of the couch. She started to smack herself in the head as she paced around the room. "Grrr..."

"What is it, Amelia?" I asked, leaning forward in my seat. "What's wrong?" Just as I said that, I realized what she was thinking. John.

"JOHN!" Amelia shouted, grabbing onto my shoulders and shaking me. "Where's John?"

"I don't know," I replied honestly.

"Great," she half sighed, half yelled. "The great Sherlock Holmes doesn't know where John is!" She threw her hands up in the air, walking around in panic. "He isn't downstairs, he would have passed me if he was. He didn't pass you up here. Where'd go then?"

"Amelia, calm down," I said, holding onto her shoulders this time and holding her still. "You have to think if you want to find John."

"Right. Think. But how do I think like this! I'm too busy worrying about him that I-" Before she could finish, I had pulled her close and kissed her lightly on the lips. She stood there for a moment in shock before kissing me back. When we pulled away from each other, she smiled at me and pulled me back into another kiss.

"Oh my!" Mrs. Hudson said from behind us, dropping whatever was in her hands. I pulled away and looked at her. She had a hand over her heart, and she was smiling at me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt-"

"Oh, it's alright Mrs. Hudson. We were just leaving," Amelia explained, pulling me out the door. I managed to grab our coats and my scarf before she dragged me outside. She slipped on her coat before explaining to me where John might be. "It's bonfire night tonight, isn't it? Well after he sent me this text while we were talking to Mrs. Hudson, I figured I knew where he might be, if you know what I mean." She held up her phone and I groaned.

Things are starting to heat up down here... ~JM

"But Moriarty's already done that before," I said, frowning at her.

"No, not at the bonfire. Don't they do fireworks or something? Those get relatively hot, don't they? They're like mini explosions," Amelia showed me, doing a display with her hands. "Now if you attached John to enough fireworks..."

"He'd catch on fire or get injured seriously," I finished, getting in a cab after Amelia.

"I think I know the address," Amelia reassured me, showing the driver the address on her phone. He nodded at her before speeding off in that direction.

"When do the fireworks start?"

"In around ten minutes," she replied, tapping her foot impatiently against the ground. "I hope he's okay."