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Zyair sits in his room drawing as he dad 'talks' to a client. He sighs as he hears a crash followed by silence. A minute later his dad walks into the room "Do your homework." Sherlock tells him. "I already have. Before you ask I've sent it to Uncle Mycroft." Zyair responds. Sherlock nods "I'll come get you in a bit. John isn't back from the shop yet." he tells him before walking out again. Zyair goes back to his drawing while he waits for either his Father, John or an email from his Uncle.
After a while John pokes his head in "Do you want anything from the shop?" he asks the teen. Zyair looks up "Uh, pencils. Both drawing and colouring if possible." he tells him. "Okay. The usual ones?" John asks. "Please." Zyair smiles before John leaves. Zyair stands up and stretches before going into the living room where his Father is sat at John's laptop. "Why are you using John's?" he asks. "Mine is in my room." Sherlock responds making his son nod.
A little while later John walks up the stairs carrying the bags as Zyair sits reading and Sherlock reads an email. "Don’t worry about me. I can manage." John tells them sarcastically as he dumps the bags in the kitchen. "Is that my computer?" John asks as he walks in. "Of course." Sherlock tells him as he starts to type. "What?!" John asks exasperated. "Mine was in the bedroom." Sherlock responds. "What, and you couldn’t be bothered to get up?" John asks. Sherlock doesn’t reply and carries on typing. "It’s password protected!" John tells him. "In a manner of speaking. Took me less than a minute to guess yours." Sherlock says as he glances at John. "Not exactly Fort Knox." Zyair comments.
"Right, thank you." John says as he walks over and slams the lid down. Sherlock pulls his fingers out of the way just in time as Zyair looks up from his book. John takes the laptop across the room and puts it down on the floor beside his armchair as he sits down. Sherlock clasps his hands in front of his mouth as he props his elbows on the table and looks thoughtful. John picks up a small pile of letters from the table beside his chair and frowns. He shakes his head as he goes through them "Need to get a job." he sighs. "Oh, dull." Sherlock responds.
John awkwardly sits forward "Listen, um ... if you’d be able to lend me some ..." he trails when he realises that Sherlock isn't listening. "Sherlock, are you listening?" he asks. "I need to go to the bank." Sherlock says standing up and heading towards the stairs, taking his coat from the hook on the door as he goes. John frowns, then jumps up and hurries to join him with Zyair following behind him.
Sherlock leads Zyair and John through a revolving glass door, which takes them into Shad Sanderson Bank. John looks round at the foyer as he follows Sherlock and Zyair. "Yes, when you said we were going to the bank..." he says trailing off. Zyair smiles as he gets onto an escalator behind his dad. He looks at everything around him, including the security system which have to have cards swiped across electronic readers in to open the glass barrier gates. They reach the top of the escalator and Sherlock walks over to the reception desk "Sherlock Holmes." he smiles.
After a few minutes the three of them are shown into Sebastian Wilkes’ office. "Sherlock Holmes." Sebastian greets with a smile. "Sebastian." Sherlock greets as they shake hands. "Howdy, buddy. How long’s it been? Eight years since I last clapped eyes on you?" Sebastian asks. Zyair discretely rolls his eyes as his father introduces John. "This is my friend, John Watson." Sherlocks tells Sebastian. "Friend?" Sebastian asks. "Colleague." John tells him. "Right." Sebastian nods.
