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I looked out in the distance again to see if I could find who I was waiting for. My eyes caught hold of a dark haired man walking towards me. "Sherlock." I waved to him as I sat on a bench by the river side. He didn't take much time getting here. I was impressed. After all I only texted him about 40 minutes ago. 

He walked over to me with his collar up, looking as stupid as ever. "You've been looking for the treasure."

I didn't care for how he knew, but instead I just nodded. Once again, as I try to keep the truth hidden but he finds out anyhow. "I saw a man by the name of Aaron Abbit. Before he went all crazy pants, he told me about a treasure of Nazi's. Sherlock, it's worth millions. He told me about a man that he once knew. Here, these are my notes so far," I said and handed him my notebook.

He sat down next to me and started flipping through the pages.

"After I left I was walking by the river and Zane came to me. He's worried, I would even say scared. He needs this treasure more than I do. He told me to back down. Sherlock, he threatened me and I stood up to him." I frowned at him. "But now I'm really questioning why I did that because I know what he's capable of doing. If Zane gets to the treasure before me, I'm sure he will kill me. I already dug my grave and I hate to do this, but I can't do this alone, I need your help." I would need as much help as I could, and I could trust Sherlock. He was always going to be there for me.

Sherlock frowned as he read my notes. "Your notes seem sparse." He looked up and watched a ship pass by on the river.

I nodded at him. I had a good excuse for that. "Because I didn't really care about this treasure until an hour ago. I can solve this, but I know that if we work together we will solve it even faster." I needed to warn him about Zane, but he already knew. "This will get dangerous. Zane's dangerous and he's desperate. Sherlock will you help me solve this case?"

He looked at me and smiled, "when do we start?"

We talked on that park bench until the sun started to set and then decided to go back home. As we walked home together on the dark street of Barker I continued to fill him in on my plans. This partnership wouldn't work unless I told him all my ideas. This needed to run smoothly and quickly if we were to beat Zane. "I don't want anyone to know what we're up to, not even John. He has enough on his plate without us adding to it."

He frowned at me, not approving of this. "John is just as part of this team as I am."

"I know. But I can't get him into this when his head isn't in the right place."

He was quiet. I was right.

"I just think we need to start with Aaron. He was in World War two and he ran into a man named Kapellhof. It must be his last name or a nick name. I don't know his first name. I need to find out more but I can't go back to Aaron. They'll recognize me. I made him have a psychotic brake down."

"I'll go." Sherlock volunteered.

"Ok," I said taken back because he never volunteered, for anything. "And tomorrow, I'll see if I can't find anything in the London public library about Kapellhof." I watched Sherlock turn on his heals and walk back to the Tube.

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The next day I spent at the Library flipping through books of world war two. I read everything and anything I could get my hands on about the war, hoping that the Library would point me to my next clue. I didn't know where to start but I figured the library was the best place to get information from.

I looked through the last names that started with K. I searched for over two hours and found no one with the last name of Kapellhof. I got frustrated and slammed the book shut. One person that was sitting next to me actually shhhed me.

I raised my eyebrows at him as if challenging him to some kind of duel. He frowned at me then picked up his book and left the table. Yeah, you wanted to mess with me.

I pulled out my phone to search the internet. "What does Kapellhof mean?" I typed the name into google and saw that the first link that popped up said Kapellhof meant something like estate or church. I didn't think that would be of any importance but still I jotted it down in my notes. I then noticed that I had a text from Sherlock.

Boat was a submarine.

SH

I frowned. A submarine was going to be 10x harder to find. I remembered reading the news about how people recently found a submarine from world war one at the bottom of the ocean. "Great. Just great." A couple people looked at me oddly and I replied to them, "what? You never have talked to yourself before?" With that I stood up from my hard wooden seat and walked out of the room.

Now instead of looking the world for the boat, we had to search the ocean as well. What if it sunk and there was nothing left? All rotted away from salt water? Zane would never get it, but then again, neither would I.

I started on my way home, ready to call it a night. The snow had stopped coming down a long ago, already melted making the streets a sloppy wet mess. The days were starting to get shorter and the cold snow was coming more often. Even though winter just started, I was ready for warmer weather.

I had no idea how I was going to find this treasure. I felt overwhelmed and slightly discouraged because of the lack of information I had. I knew that I wouldn't be able to find this submarine without the compass, but I had no idea what that even looked like.  I suddenly felt like an idiot for standing up to Zane. He was going to make my life hell.

I stopped in my tracks. Zane needed this. He was getting sloppy that's why he didn't want me to solve the crimes he made in order to find the treasure. If he was that sloppy, could he really do any real harm to me? I felt on my A game compared to him.

As for the compass, the Germans made it. They had to have made it because it was Germans that collected the treasure. I turned on my heels and walked back into the Library, suddenly coming up with another idea in where to look. 

Within 30 minutes I was back at a light wooden slightly worn out table, reading a book about German made objects. There was nothing important about compasses in this book. They all where made the same way always pointing north and always faithful. The book didn't tell me much more than that.

It made my mind wander as I shut the book.  Maybe this was made by one of the men that made the treasure. If that was the case, it had to be slightly different from a  German war compass with some minor fixes to it. Some of those fixes could of made it change to point another direction instead of north, to the boat maybe.  As time went on I continued to get more tired and before I knew it I closed my eyes for a rest. 

"How is that reading going?" Sherlock said to me causing me shoot up from the book I was drooling on.

I looked at him and wiped the sleep from my eyes. "I was totally reading."

"Come on let's call it a night," he said as he offered his hand to help me get out of the chair I was sitting on. I took it and together we walked out of the building.

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"What did you find out?" I asked Sherlock as I walked into the family room from my room the next morning.

He frowned at me, never a good sign. "The same things you learned, except that the boat is a submarine," Sherlock said as he closed the book he was reading.

I nodded at him. That wasn't good enough and he knew it. If we were to beat Zane we needed to work faster. "Ok well, I'll spill what I found out. I don't know if this means anything but Kapellhof means house. Maybe that's not a real name, maybe it's a nickname. Also I was thinking that maybe this compass that we are looking for is an old war compass with changes to it. That way it doesn't point north anymore. " I pulled out my notebook and reread the notes that I wrote down last night.

·         Kapellhof means estate (friend of Aaron?)

·         Put it on a boat. Boat is submarine.

·         He was the last remaining member that knew.

·         Compass that leads to the boat. Could be old war compass.

"Finding the submarine will be impossible with the compass so we will need to find that first. But because we don't had a clue about that, I think that we would have a better chance looking for Kapellhof." I said.

Without saying anything more Sherlock got onto the computer and started to search Kapellhof.

I sat down beside him and watched as he searched. "I didn't find him in the records of London. That is why I think Kapellhof is a nickname. Aaron speaks fluent German, or used to so he could have made up the name for him."

"I'll search rich Germans that lived in London." As he said that, there was a knock on the door and a second later John let himself in as if he owned the place. Normally this wouldn't bother me but because of this case, I got irritated quickly. This would be hard to keep from him if John always showed up unannounced.

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I was about to say something but when I looked at his distraught face I stopped and closed my mouth.

"Spit it out John we don't have all day," Sherlock said still looking at the computer.

"I saw Zane. I thought he was in jail."

I raised my eyebrows at him. I thought we would have more time before Zane started making public appearances. "What was he doing?" I asked, making my voice sound as casual as possible. I wanted to know what Zane's plan was with this. Why did he make an appearance to John? Was he going to now go after the people I cared about?

"Following me," John said and looked at me as if it was my fault that Zane was out and about.

Zane was doing this to get under everyone's skin. "Sorry." I bit my lip as I looked at my used to be white socks with bunnies on them. I kept on forgetting to wash these things.

"What did you do Rori?" John asked accusingly at me.

I felt my ears grow hot as I suddenly felt embarrassed of what I said to Zane that night. John couldn't get into this mess. He wasn't in the right mind and I didn't want him to get hurt. I didn't know what to say to him but I knew that I couldn't leave him in complete darkness. "I told him no."

"You did what?"

"I said no." I said louder.

He raised his eyebrows at me. "It's about time someone had the guts to stand up to him. But what did you stand up to him about?"

I shook my head at him. I couldn't let him know the details. "It is nothing important. He was just being his normal bossy self."

He frowned at me, not happy with my answer. "So that's it? I have helped you out so many times and you're still leave me in the dark. This is my life too you know, Zane is following me. I have the right to know," John said to me with frustration.

He had a right to be frustrated because I was frustrated myself. If John was in a better mind, I would maybe tell him, but now wasn't the time. I was afraid that the more I shared with John the more Zane would go after him. John was a bit of an emotional wreck at this moment, I couldn't let Zane get into his life without being stable. Zane always did pray on the helpless. "It's not that simple."

He crossed his arms over this chest, waiting. "Then explain why it's not."

"No?" John always made me think twice about if what I was doing was for the better good or benefit of man kind. Keeping him in the dark was the safest thing for him at this moment. "I'll be in my room if you need anything."  I said as I got up from my seat and walked into my bedroom to avoid talking to John any longer.

I was mad. I was mad at John and at Sherlock. They irritated me. Why were they always wanting to know more? Why couldn't they be happy with what little bits I told them? Why did John always want to know about everything in my mind? It was getting under my skin again, like it used to.

I stormed around my room as if that would solve my problems. I could hear John vent about me to Sherlock in the other room. His voice was quite but I still heard it through the thin wood door.

"Why is she always like this? I get so close to her, and then she just pushes me away."

"It's Rori, what do you expect?" Sherlock said, half caring about the deep personal conversation that John wanted to have.

"I have a right to know."

"Do you? Did you ever think that the reason she doesn't tell you everything is because you'll get hurt? She cares for you and this is how she shows it."

There was silence. Once again Sherlock was right without me having to opening say what I thought. "I want to help though. I've helped her through a lot and I want her to understand that I will still help no matter how dangerous it can be."

John has always been there for me. He was always a trusty team member when I needed him most. But did I really want to tell him this time? Waging war with Zane would bring blood on my hands, I was sure of that. I just didn't want it to be John's.

But at the same time, I told Sherlock. But I knew Sherlock could handle himself against Zane.

I Sighed, John kind of had a right to know especially since Zane was following him already. I shook my head. I didn't want to tell him.

Without thinking it through, I opened my door to look at John. "I know you believe you have a right to know but John, stop trying to pry it from me. All you need to know is that I'm going to stop Zane. After this, he won't bother us again." With that I closed the door again.

When I came out again Sherlock was still on the couch. He looked up at me with a frown. He never said anything about how I acted, almost as if it didn't happen. But this time was different, he wanted to say something to me but he was holding it back. I frowned at him and walked back into my room.

Hey guys! what's up?! Nothing?

Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm really enjoying writing this story. I felt like there was more to this story that I wasn't covering and that it wasn't quite done yet. But as I'm finishing it up I just really enjoy writing all the charters like John and Rori the most. 

have a good night! I need sleep.

DarlaH