Sherlock held open the door for me as I walked into 221b.

John looked up from his spot in his chair.

"Hey... What took you guys so long where were you?" John worried. 

I sighed heavily and tried to make an escape to the kitchen.

"Well. As you know I went after Keyland.... Then Lestrade called me afterwards." Sherlock hedged. 

"Yeah I know he called here first. Sorry then what happened."

I tried to get out of Sherlock's grasp.

"Keyland and I went to the crime scene then... she punched Donovan in the face." Sherlock grinned like a child on Christmas. 

"You what?!" John snorted. 

"I... gave her an Irish handshake." I released. 

John laughed delightedly.

"You... really? Oh Keyland you are the best!"

"Thanks?" I laughed as I sheepishly accepted John's high five.

"You should have seen her! Oh it was perfect John!" Sherlock chuckled.

"I'm sure it would be... So how did the case go?" John puzzled. 

"Great considering Moriarty planted some evidence on me." I mumble.

John's eyebrows shoot up and he looks at Sherlock.

I sneak into the kitchen and make a sandwich, as the men talk in the other room. After a while John said goodnight, as Sherlock joined me in the Kitchen.

"Keyland?" Sherlock asked.

"MmHmm?" I replied.

"Would you like to accompany me to the lab tomorrow?"

"The lab?" I asked setting down my butter knife and putting the other slice of bread on my sandwich. 

"Yeah I'm taking the coat to a friend at Bart's to get the blood processed." Sherlock stated his eyes anxiously scanning my face.

I turned to him with an accusatory glance. "Sherlock does Lestrade know you have the coat?"

"I may have nicked it... Please Keyland? I'll buy us lunch." He said with his must charming smile. 

"Crisps don't count as lunch." I replied putting a hand on my hip. 

"Okay fine a real lunch." He agreed begrudgingly. 

"Deal." I say smiling as I walk past him to the door.

He gently grabs my arm to stop me. I look up at him in surprise. 

"Goodnight Keyland." He says softly His eyes scanning my face.

"G-Goodnight Sherlock..." I say pecking him on the cheek, and rushing down the stairs.

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Sherlock raised his hand to the place Keyland's lips had just vacated. He smiled. Then frowned as he slid his hand to his neck, and took his racing pulse.

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Keyland shut the door of her room after biding Mrs. Hudson a hasty goodnight.

She walked over to her bed and flopped down onto it... Thinking about Sherlock.

'The daft man threatened a mentally unstable man with a gun for me... I don't like the danger I'm constantly putting him in...' She pondered, as her eyes slid down from the ceiling to the black drawstring bag she had brought home from the hospital.

With a groan she sat up and grabbed the bag from off her night table. Shuffling through the contents to pull out a small black flip phone. She powered it up and the blue glow illuminated her shocked face.