Printed // Sheriarty AU

23

*Jim's POV*

A harsh gust of wind blows against my pale cheeks, rattling my tanned jacket and threatening to remove my disguise. I've not been out in the open in London like this for a very long time, and a part of me almost missed it.

The way that no-one would think twice about you as you passed them in the street. Maybe they would think you're hair looked nice or that you're sense of fashion was impeccable, but they would never look deeper. They would never look passed your person suit, because to them, you're like a ghost. You're just a figment of their imagination and not worth the brain power to think over, and that is something that I've gravely missed. Now, whenever I'm seen walking down a random street, a person would recognise me and either call the police or try to do their civil duty and arrest me themselves. The fear of being caught empowers me, but I can't help but feel exhilarated or even excited by it.

When I take a single step outside, my life hangs in the balance.

I place a minty chewing gum into my mouth, and I stare at the tower of London. This is it - the plan is happening. I've waited years and years to do this, and now the time has finally arrived. I'm personally glad that I took that six month hiatus, because now the police service aren't as alert when looking for me, which is a huge advantage for us. I grab my phone from out of my pocket, and I open the chat with Sherlock, Mary, Luke and I. The sun is almost setting, and closing time is near. The time to take action is now.

'Lets go.' - SENT

I stuff my hands into my jacket pockets and I begin walking towards the tower of London. Adrenaline pumps through my veins, as I know that we are going to achieve our goal of stealing the crown jewels. The police service of too absent minded to realise that today is the day that they fall. Humiliation will consume them, and that's always something to look forward to!

I look to my left, noticing Sherlock leaning against a wall close to the entrance of the tower of London, and not looking conspicuous at all. I'm actually rather glad Sherlock is doing this with me. It just shows that he would do anything for me, even if it corrupts his reputation and he'll have to go on the run afterwards, but that just makes the action all more sweeter. I used to be terrified of my feelings towards him. The strange feeling inside my chest was horrifying, but I know now that it's nothing to be afraid of. The only thing that's wrong with it though is that Sherlock is now viewed as my weakness, and I can't be known to have weaknesses! He's got a bounty on his head because of me, but if he is doing this for me right now, then I doubt that he cares about it. In all honesty, I'm kind of glad. Sherlock nods his head, knowing that the plan is about to begin.

Sherlock's role in this is to keep watch - to alert us if the police arrive (although I doubt it). I didn't want Sherlock to get too involved, because if the plan somehow went wrong, then Sherlock could just play the 'wrong place at the wrong time' card and get away with it. Mary has infiltrated the camera room, making sure that the footage will be deleted and that there will be no people who spill any information - in other words her last job as an assassin. Luke is in charge of the alarm system. He's there to make sure no-one in the public presses any alarms to inform the police or contacts the police in any way.

With everyone at their posts, surely nothing will go wrong?

***
I enter the short queue waiting to view the crown jewels. The people here are mostly tourists, carrying professional cameras or luggage bags as this is their last trip before they leave for the train to return home. Luckily no-one has recognised me at all. The thought plasters a large grin onto my face, as I know that I'm getting away with this. The plan is really going to work. Truly!

The metal detector comes into view, and my eyes lock with Luke's. He's sat in the chair behind the desk, looking into people's belongings and testing the metal detector. He winks, causing a smirk to rise to my face. I can hear him chant over and over "please turn off your phones." and a small chuckle escapes my lips as I watch the tourists obey. This usually isn't a rule, but as Luke is the only 'worker' in this sector, no-one can tell him otherwise! The plan is going perfectly.