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Chapter 11 - The Blind Banker

"A book everybody would own..." Sherlock mutters. He turns to the bookcase behind him and pulls down a dictionary, the Bible, and another book. "Kate." He looks at me.

I walk over to him and stand next to him as he flicks open the dictionary to the correct page.

"Fifteen. Entry one." He mutters.

The word is "add", and Sherlock moves on to the last book he took down. The first word on the page is "nostrils". I take the Bible and flick to page 15, the word is "I". Sherlock reads it as well, and I shut the book.

Just then I hear a door not too far down the hall slam shut. Sherlock props his elbows on the crate and runs his fingers through his hair, ruffling it up.

John walks into the living room, I noticed he's changed into clean clothes.

Sherlock looks up. "I need to get some air. We're going out tonight."

"Actually, I've, er, got a date." John answers, he smiles smugly.

"What?" Sherlock asks.

"It's where two people who like each other go out and have fun."

"That's what I was suggesting." Sherlock says.

"No it wasn't what you were suggesting...at least I hope not." John mutters right before Sherlock continues.

"Except it'd be the three of us." He pauses. "So where are you taking her?"

"Er, cinema." John answers.

"Oh, dull, boring, predictable." Sherlock says, then reaches into his pocket, takes out a piece of paper and walks across to John. I see Sherlock lower his head to hide a smug smile right before handing the paper to John. "Why don't you try this?" He suggests.

John takes it and looks at the piece of paper, which I realize is the strip of paper Sherlock had taken off the wall as we were searcing for the yellow paint. It advertizes the Yellow Dragon Circus and it gives the telephone number to the Box Office.

"In London for one night only." Sherlock says.

John chuckles, then offers the paper back to Sherlock.

"Thanks, but I don't come to you for dating advice."

"Where are you go-?" I ask, stopping in the doorway to the living room, watching him shrug on his coat and put his scarf on.

"We." Sherlock corrects. "Grab your coat."

"Why?"

"Just go," He crosses over to me, grabs my shoulders, turns me around, and steers me down the hallway into my bedroom. "And grab your coat." He finishes, stopping in my doorway and taking his hands away from my shoulders. I turn to face him.

"Hold on. Where are we going?" I demand.

"Following John, of course!"

"Sherlock, he's on a date."

"Yes, and now he's going exactly where we need to go! He took my advice." Sherlock says. "He took the paper I gave him."

"Because you need his help as well..." I guess.

"Now you're catching on! Like I said, grab your coat, we need to hurry."

I heave a sigh and reach behind the door and take my black, mid-length trench coat off the hook. I  slide it on, put the belt on, and look back at Sherlock who looks at me in ammusement.