The Soldier and Consulting Detective

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Sherlock and I sat in his flat, waiting for our next move. We decided to take on Mycroft's case without letting him know. Just because we said no to him does not mean we wouldn't help John with the case. A text alert rang throughout the quiet flat. I looked at my phone and saw a a message from an unknown number. Sherlock stood to grab his coat when I read the message.

Come and get me.

I made a confused face and put my phone away. I stood and put my coat on next to Sherlock.

"What?" He asked, gazing at my face.

"Just thinking about the case, that's all." I say shrugging my shoulders. I button my blue coat and walk out the door, heading down the stairs. It was going to be a long day.

~~~~~

"The points." Sherlock states, standing above John's crouched figure.

"Yes!" He exclaims, standing to face us.

"Knew you'd get there eventually." I muse, smiling a bit.

"West wasn't killed here, that's why there's so little blood." Sherlock informs.

"How long have you been following me?"

"Since the start dear brother." I answer.

"You don't think we'd give up a case like this just to spite my brother, do you?" Sherlock asks rhetorically. "Come on, we've got a bit of burglary to do."

~~~~~

We arrive at out destination and walk to the flat while Sherlock explains to John what we know about the case.

"Missile defence plans haven't left the country."

"Otherwise Mycroft's people would have heard about it." I butt in, keeping in step between Sherlock and John.

"Despite what people think, we do still have a secret service." Sherlock says.

"Yeah, I know. I've met them." John informs.

"What?" I ask, slightly annoyed, but they ignore me.

"Which means whoever stole the memory stick can't sell it or doesn't know what to do with it. My money's on the latter." Sherlock concludes, looking at the house we're about to break in to.

"We're here." I state, looking at the door.

"Where?" John asks, following us up the stairs.

"Allow me." I offer, my pick locking tools at the ready.

"After you." Sherlock gestures to the door.

"Hazel, what if there's somebody in?" John questions worriedly in a low voice.

"There isn't." Sherlock answers.

"Got it." I mutter and let myself in the home and going up the stairs.

"Where are we?" John whispers.

"Oh sorry, didn't I say?" Sherlock says normally, not looking at us. "Joe Harrison's flat." Something catches his eye and he pushes past me, using one hand to guide me out of the way gently.

"Brother of West's fiancee. He's the one who stole the memory stick and kille his prospective brother in law." I inform, watching as Sherlock examines the windowsill. He pulls out his magnifying glass and looks at the edge.

"Hazel, John." He calls out. I arrive first and see the blood, moving over slightly to make room for my brother.

"Then why'd he do it?" John asks quietly.