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Chapter 2

I love mornings like this.

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the coffee was brewing...weird for a winter morning but she wasn't going to complain. She was wearing her favourite pyjamas, curled up on the sofa, watching TV on one of her first days off in weeks. She had nothing special planned all day and an entire series of Friends was calling her name. Bliss...

Cuz you're hot then you're cold

You're yes then you're no

You're in then you're out

You're up then you're down.

"Shut up" She shrieked, diving for her phone on the coffee table. If this is Dot asking me how to work the bloody computer again I will bloody smash something!

Message Received

Unknown Number

Her forehead twitched. Weird. The actual message was even weirder.

Your assistance is required. 221b Baker Street. Soon as possible if you will Miss Reynolds.

-SH

SH...do I even know an SH? Hannah was almost positively sure that she didn't. It couldn't be Sandy could it? No...she doesn't have my number. For the time being, Hannah chose to ignore it and made sure to change her phone profile to silent.

She'd forgotten that her phone still vibrated on silent. Frustrated beyond belief (Chandler was about to propose to Monica!), she snatched her phone back.

My patience is wearing thin Miss Reynolds.

-SH

Huffing, she collapsed on her sofa and groaned dramatically. I don't have anything else to do...if it'll stop whoever it is texting me...She glanced at her bedroom door and then shook her head. I can't believe I'm even considering this. After more thought, she jumped over the sofa to change and left for Baker Street, not giving herself enough time to change her mind.

The good weather couldn't possibly last. Luckily, Hannah had prepared for it. She pulled her coat closer as she trudged through the biting cold wind and rain. It didn't take her long to find Baker Street as she walked past it on occasion. She found the exact number without too much trouble.

She hesitated as she was about to knock. Suck it up Hannah! So she did. For a few anxious moments she waited for someone to open the door. When it did, the person opening it wasn't who she was expecting.

"Hello dear!" Greeted a small elderly woman with a kind smile on her face.

"Um...hello." Hannah said, trying to correct the shocked look on her face. "I'm sorry ma'am, I must have the wrong house." She apologized.

"Miss Reynolds." Oh you've got to be kidding me...

"Mr Holmes." She smiled and nodded at the man stood at the top of the stairs.

Then he disappeared out of view. The elderly woman opened the door wider and coaxed her in. Hannah thanked and unwrapped the scarf from around her neck. The elderly woman helped her out of her coat.

"Would you like a cup of tea dear?" She asked, perfectly innocently, as if this happened all the time for her.

Hannah blinked. "I'm fine thank you." She assured her.

The woman nodded and the bustled off, leaving Hannah stood at the foot of the stairs.

"Miss Reynolds!"

Hannah jumped and decided not to keep him waiting any longer, leaping up the stairs three at a time.

She found Sherlock laid out on the sofa, arms folded and knees drawn up to his chest. He didn't even look at her when she walked into the room which gave Hannah enough time to give the place a once over.

The only adequate way she could find to describe the place was organized chaos, really chaotic organised chaos. Their were piles of papers stacked everywhere, lab equipment strewn across the kitchen counters and...was that a hand on the cupboard? Thoroughly creeped out, she sat at the desk, waiting for him to say something.

It seemed like an age they just sat there, glancing at each other every now and again.

Finally, Hannah had enough.

"I'm guessing there's a reason you text me? How'd you get my number by the way?" She said, more than irritated that he had interrupted her one day off.

He merely smirked, reached for the laptop on the floor and held it out. Not a word was said, he just seemed to expect her take it. Hannah scoffed, but she took the laptop all the same and flipped it open and waited for him to say something.

"I want you..." He began, sitting upright on the sofa. "To do something for me."

Well obviously.

"I want you to hack into a Mr Delrick Albion back accounts." He said, as if he wasn't asking her to anything illegal or out of the ordinary.

Her jaw dropped momentarily before she snapped it back shut and laughed nervously. "Mr Holmes..."

"Sherlock." He cut it in.

"I don't know you well enough to be on first name terms with you." She pointed out aggressively. "And considering what you have just asked of me I doubt we ever will! I don't even know how to hack."

"Lies."

"Excuse me."

"Not only can you hack but you are quite proficient at it."

Hannah laughed. "Oh am I!"

He smirked. "Yes."

"And how do you know that?" She inquired.

"When you gave me your apple I caught a glance at the contents of your bag. A pass for the local university, which is the direction in which you were walking. The only class on at that time was an advanced IT class. Secondly, I noticed that your laptop had several upgrades attached to them and how you had attempted to hide in the corner whilst working on it, glancing nervously around you to see if anyone was watching. This implies that you were doing something you shouldn't be. You, Miss Hannah Reynolds, were hacking."

For a while, there was only stunned silence until one thought crossed Hannah's mind. Shit.

"How," She whispered. "Could you possibly have figured that out?"

"I do so with quite alarming regularity." He stated.

Silence again as Hannah thought through her plan of action. It didn't seem like he was going to report her to the police, in fact he seemed quite amused with her current state of panic.

She looked up and locked eyes with him. "This doesn't mean that I am going to hack into some random person's bank accounts." She said firmly.

"Not even if I told you that this person has murdered six people?"

Stunned, Hannah inspected his face to see if he was joking. He wasn't.

"Well shouldn't you go to the police then?" She said in a last ditch attempt to get out of the situation she was in.

"They refuse to." He said, laying back on the sofa and staring at the ceiling. "And if you don't help me I'm afraid they may find out about your little illegal pursuits."

Hannah froze. He wouldn't..."That's blackmail."

He did nothing, only continued to inspect the ceiling and smirk.

Hannah huffed. She didn't really have much choice now. Typing furiously, the staccato sound elevating her anger, she did as he instructed.

It was true, she had hacked before and she was rather good at it. Nothing serious, like banks or anything, just email accounts and things like that. She had discovered her little talent after one of her IT classes when someone had posted something on a blog about her that she didn't want made public. She figured that if you knew how a program worked (like what was taught during her IT classes), it would be reasonably easy to bypass the program. She was right.

"There." She said indignantly, turning the laptop to face him. He came to examine the screen and then sat back down.

"Well aren't you going to do something?" She shouted, his inaction infuriating her even more. "There are lives at stake here!"

Still he did nothing, only smirked.

When Hannah realised something. "There was never a murderer was there?"

"No."

"You tricked me."

"How astute of you. Yes I tricked you."

A pause. "Why?"

He stood and led towards the door. "Why does anyone do anything?" He asked, looking down at her enraged face with a slight smile. "Because I was bored." And slammed the door in her face.