Darkness Follows...(BBC Sherlock Fanfiction).

Chapter 37- Blackmail... Never Done That Before.

Darcy's POV.

We wandered around a side alley, trying to find a way into the gallery or rather the back of it. "Quick question." I said as Sherlock looked for a door and nodded, signalling me to continue, "What did you write on the note for the homeless girl?"

He stopped and straightened up properly, "Oh."

"What?" I asked.

"Thought you were going to say something else, more relative to the case." He clarified and smiled, as he started to open a fire door with a credit card.

I frowned, "Well, it is relati- hey, won't an alarm go off or something?" I cut myself off and he stopped briefly before continuing to try and jimmy the door open.

"Possibly." He answered plainly.

I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows, "Possibly? Will it or won't it?"

He didn't answer as the door clicked open and I widened my eyes, I honestly didn't think that would work, we waited for an alarm to go off but none did. "It won't." Sherlock commented smugly and pulled the door open.

I followed him through the door, "You didn't know did you?"

"Course I did." He shrugged and I grimaced as we walked into a changing room, it smelt damp. As in sweaty. Like sweaty workmen.

"Well, this is lovely." I screwed my nose up and looked around at the few lockers in here, "What now?" He, again, didn't answer but marched over to a nearby locker and lifted the latch, unlocking it. "How-? Never mind."

He reached into the locker and pulled out a security guard's jacket and hat, he held them up and smiled.

I pointed at him, "No. I'm not wearing some sweaty guy's uniform." He pushed the jacket and hat into my hands and I grimaced.

"Put it on. I'm going to need something more convincing." He told me and turned to face the wall of tall lockers.

I refused and draped the jacket over my arm as he tried to get into another locker than was more securely shut up. "Oi! What are you doing in 'ere?" A gruff voice shouted and Sherlock straightened up, his eyes widening at the sight of the security guard at the door.

"Yeah, Sherlock. What are we doing in here?" I whispered and dropped the jacket and hat on a bench beside me.

"Just borrowing some uniform, hope you don't mind." He answered nonchalantly and turned back to trying to pry open the locker.

The guard stepped forward, "You're what?"

Untucked Shirt and Non-Regulation Trouser- Doesn't Care. Unkempt Hair. Definitely Not Trying To Keep Up Appearances. Bad Breath and Body Odour- Has He Never Heard of a Shower? Or Deodorant?

Was what I deduced and I realised that he didn't really care about why we were here, he was just doing his job. Which he may also heartlessly abandon with a little persuasion.

My suspicions were confirmed as Sherlock stood up properly again and held out a two notes of money, "Here's forty pounds. I want you to take it  and forget our faces. I also want you to give me the combination to this locker."

The guard snatched up the money, "Faces forgotten, but, ah,  that other thing might require something more."

Sherlock sighed, "You will give us the combination or I shall tell your employer of your willingness to take bribes, which may hinder your employment at this institution."

The man stood with an open mouth and glanced down at the money in his hands, I smirked and crossed my arms as he frowned, "What are you going to do exactly? Not going nick anything are ya?"