My Clever Girl

The Blind Banker (Part 3)

Iris's POV

"It's been painted over." John said as I looked around while they looked at the wall. "I don't understand. It was here. Ten minutes ago. We saw it. A whole load of graffiti." I said as I backed up to look at the full wall. "Somebody doesn't want me to see it." Sherlock said when all of the sudden he was in front of me with both hands gently on either side of my head. I blushed lightly as I had no idea what was going on. "Sherlock, what are you-" "Ssh! Iris, concentrate. I need you to concentrate. Close your eyes." He said as I was super confused. 

"What? Why? What are you doing?" I asked as his hands moved to the sides of my neck as he gently held them there with his thumbs next to my ears. "I need you to maximize your visual memory." He said as he started to spin us. "Try to picture what you saw. Can you picture it?" He asked as I looked at him still a bit confused. "Yeah." I said as I nodded as I know I picture it because I have one. "Can you remember it?" He asked as John just watched us while his arms are crossed. "Yes, definitely." I said while we haven't broken eye contact which was causing my heart to go on a thrill ride. 

"Can you remember the pattern?" He asked as we were still spinning. "Yes!" I said as he didn't stop spinning us. "How much can you remember it?" He asked as I tried not to fall from dizziness. "Look, don't worry." I said, wanting to stop spinning. "Because the average human memory on visual matters is only 62% accurate." He informed me as my wish was not fulfilled. "Yeah, well, don't worry, I remember all of it." I said as I gave a small smile. 

"Really?" He asked with an eyebrow raised. "Yeah. Well, at least I would, if I could get to my pockets." I said and put my hands on his and gently removed them as we stopped spinning. "I took a photograph." I said, pulling out my phone and handed it to him with the photo on it. I was so dizzy and used John to keep myself up as he helped me walk home with them until I was able to walk on my own. As soon as we got home, I went to the couch and fell asleep. What? It's been a busy day.

I woke up the next morning with something covering me. I sat up to see Sherlock's trench coat on me. "Always in pairs, John, look." I hear Sherlock say then turned to see him looking at the photos of the ciphers again then looked at John to see he's been helping him and looked pretty tired. "Numbers. Come with partners." Sherlock said and put his hands on his hips as he looked at the photos. "God, I need to sleep." John whispered as I smiled sweetly and got up I put Sherlock's coat up then walked to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Iris." Sherlock said as I smiled softly and walked over. "How long have you guys been on this?" I asked quietly, still a bit tired. "All night." He said as I shook my head with a smile. "You do know humans need sleep, too. You're tiring out my brother." I said with a soft giggle as he gave a small smile. "Thanks for covering me up." I said and ruffled his hair before walking to the kitchen and started making a cup of coffee for John. "Why did he paint it so near the tracks?" Sherlock asked as he got into the zone again. 

"No idea." John said tiredly as I walked over with a cup of coffee for him. "Thousands of people pass by there every day." Sherlock said as he looked at the photo from last night. "Just twenty minutes." John said as he rested his head on his hands as I giggled softly. "Of course. Of course, he wants information. He's trying to communicate with his people in the underworld. Whatever was stolen he wants it back. It's somewhere here, in a code." Sherlock said then started taking down the photos. 

"We can't crack this without Soo Lin Yao." He said as John stretched tiredly. "Oh, good." He said sarcastically as I poor his favorite coffee in a thermos and handed to him. "You're gonna need it." I said with a sweet smile and kissed his cheek then handed him his coat and to our room to change. I walked out wearing a pair of khakis, a plain white tee, a brown leather coat, brown knee boots, and a pair of white gloves. I put my hair up in a simple pony tail and hurried out to the boys. "Did you change your hair?" Sherlock asked as he called over a taxi.