Thank you Ariane DeVere aka Callie Sullivan on livejournal for the transcripts. They help so much.
Here is the next part of The Blind Banker.
I own nothing, except Calliah
We go back to 221B and Sherlock leads us inside. He goes to the fireplace and looks at the photos as he takes off his coat. I go and lay on the couch. I was pissed at Sherlock still, confused with Mycroft, and sad. I turn to the back and curl up.
“They’ll be back in China by tomorrow.” John says.
“No, they won’t leave without what they came for. We need to find their hide-out: the rendezvous.” I hear Sherlock moving around. “Somewhere in this message it must tell us.”
“Well, I think perhaps I should leave you to it.” Sarah asks.
“No, no you don’t have to go…” John says. He turns to Sherlock. “does she?” John asks Sherlock. He turns to Sarah. “You can stay.”
Sherlock says at the same time. “Yes, it would be better to study if you left now.”
I laugh softly and sit up. “He’s kidding. Please stay if you’d like.” John tells Sarah.
“Is it just me, or is anyone else starving?” Sarah asks and tries to smile in a friendly approach.
Sherlock sighs. “Ooh, God.”
Sherlock sits at the dining table with is covered with photos, notes, and drawings of various pictograms. I stand on the wall behind Sherlock’s chair to get a view of everyone and Sarah stands nearby Sherlock, looking at all the pictures stuck to the mirror. John is in the kitchen opens the fridge and sighs. I’m guessing he found something he didn’t want to find.
“So this is what you do, you and John. You solve puzzles for a living.” Sarah asks.
“Calliah helps too.” Sherlock says and looks at me. He frowns when he sees that I am frowning. He looks back down at the photos. “Consulting detective.” He says to Sarah.
“Oh.” She says.
John moves to the cupboard. He sniffs something and recoils. “Oh!” He puts it back and continues on searching.
Sarah walks over to Sherlock and looks over his shoulder. She points to the paper he’s looking at. “What are these squiggles?” She asks.
I notice that Sherlock is trying not to kill her and looks up. “They’re numbers. An ancient Chinese dialect.” Sherlock says, he doesn’t look round still.
“Oh, right! Yeah, well, of course I should have known that.” Sarah says and smiles. I roll my eyes. I did not care for this girl all that much.
John has found a bag of Wotsits and is emptying them into a bowl. I see Mrs. Hudson come in and start talking to John. She had a tray covered with a tea towel. She puts the tray on the table and takes off the tea towel. I see them talking and then turn my attention to Sherlock and Sarah.
I see that Sherlock is thinking about how to kill Sarah and where to put the body. I see Sarah pick up the photo of the brick wall. Sherlock glares at her in utter fury and turns his head away, his teeth bared.
“So these numbers – it’s a cipher.” Sarah tries to understand what Sherlock was doing and was totally oblivious to this rage.
“Exactly.” Sherlock says tightly.
“And each pair of numbers is a word” Sarah goes on.
Sherlock lifts his head slowly. “How did you know that?” He turns and meets her eyes.
“Well, two words have already been translated, here.” Sarah says and puts the photo down on the desk and points. Sherlock takes the photo from her and stares at it.
“John.” Sherlock calls out.
“Mmm?” John says and looks around from the kitchen table.
Sherlock stands up. “John, look at this.” He takes the photo out of the evidence bag as John comes out of the kitchen. “Soo Lin at the museum – she started to translate the code for us. We didn’t see it!” The boys looks at the photo. “’NINE’’MILL’” Sherlock reads out.
“Does that mean ‘millions’?” John asks, squinting at the photo.
“Nine million quid. For what?” Sherlock asks thoughtfully. He turns and goes over to where he dumped his coat and scarf. “We need to know the end of this sentence.”
“Where are you going?” John asks.
Sherlock puts his coat on. “To the museum; to the restoration room.” He grimace. “Oh, we must have been staring right at it!”
“At-at what?” John asks.
“The book, John. The book – the key to cracking the cipher!” He brandishes the photo at John. “Soo Lin used it to do this! Whilst we were running around the gallery, she started to translate the code. It must be on her desk.” He says and rushes out of the flat.
John and Sarah go to the kitchen. “Calliah, do you want to join us?” John asks me. I shrug and go into the kitchen and go to the freezer. I get out the tub of ice cream I had hidden in the back out and sits down. I start eating. They both just look at me. John looked worried and Sarah just was looking at me. John sits down by me and smiles. Sarah stands nearby.
“Yeah! No, absolutely. I mean, well, a quite night in’s just-just what the doctor ordered.” Sarah says.
“Ha-ha-ha.” John says softly.
“Er, I mean, I’d love to go out of an evening and wrestle a few Chinese gangsters, you know, generally, but a girl can get too much.” Sarah says. I roll my eyes.
John giggles and nods. “No, okay.” They smile at each other, then she looks away, laughing in embarrassment. “Hmm… um, shall we get a takeaway?” John asks us.
“Yeah!” Sarah says. I shrug as John nods and gets up to find a menu. He goes and orders the food.
“So are you and Sherlock a couple?” Sarah sits down by me and looks at me.
“Nope.” I say with a mouth full of ice cream.
She takes off her jacket and nods. “I just thought since you two went to the show together and you are dressed like that.”
I look down and relies I was still in my dress for Mycroft. I frown and eat more ice cream. “No. This wasn’t for him. It was for someone else.”
John comes back and picks up the jug of punch and starts filling some glasses. Someone knocks on the front door downstairs and John look at us. “Ooh, blimey, that was quick. I’ll just pop down.” He hands us a glass as he walks to the kitchen door.
“Do you want me to lay the table?” Sarah asks.
I get up and put my ice cream away. “Um, eat off trays?” I head John ask.
“Yeah.” Sarah says.
“Yeah!” John says and goes downstairs. I stand by the wall and close my eyes. After a minute I hear something heavy fall. I frown and go out to the stairs and see that John is passed out. I frown as a man looks up at us. He smiles and starts coming up the stairs. I hurry inside and shut the door.
“What is it?” Sarah asks me.
“Hide.” I tell her as I push her to Sherlock’s room. She starts asking me questions as I push. “Shut up.” The kitchen door opens and I shut Sherlock’s door on her face. I turn around and see the man standing there. I frown and rush forward to try and get something to hit him with. He grabs my waist and throws me over his shoulder. I scream and bang on his back. “Let me go!” I keep yelling. He moves me so he can reach my head and puts his gun on my head and knocks me out.
I regain consciousness as I look around. We were somewhere dark. A fire is burning in a dustbin. I have a gag in my mouth and see John sitting in a chair looking at me. “’A book is like a magic garden carried in your pocket’.” The voice of the opera singer says. I look around and see that we are in an abandoned tunnel. There are two Chinese men standing behind the woman. She moves to John and looks down at him. “Chinese proverb, Mr. Holmes.”
John looks at her startled. “I… I’m not Sherlock Holmes.”
“Forgive me if I do not take your word for it.” The opera singer says. She reaches down and pulls his jacket open, rummaging in the inside pocket.
“Ow. Ow.” John says.
She takes out his wallet, opens it and takes something out. “Debit card, name of S. Holmes.” The singer says. I frown and look at John confused. Why did he have Sherlock’s card.
“Yes; that’s not actually mine. He lent that to me.” John tries to explain.
The singer gets something else out of the wallet. “A cheque for five thousand pounds made out in the man of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.” I groan. Oh John.
“Yeah, he gave me that to look after.” John says.
“Tickets from the theatre, collected by you, name of Holmes.” The singer says.
“Yes, okay.” John says. “I realize what this looks like, but I’m not him.”
I try to tell her that he isn’t but it comes out muffled.
“We heard it from your own mouth.” The singer says.
“What?” John asks confused.
“’I am Sherlock Holmes and I always work alone...’” the singer repeats what I assume John had said.
“Did I really say that?” John asks and chuckles weakly, then lowers his head in pain. “I s’ppose there’s no use me trying to persuade you I was doing an impression.”
The singer raises a small pistol and points it at John’s head. John cringes away from it, blowing out a panicked breath. I start to try and get out of the chair.
“I am Shan.” The singer, Shan, says.
John looks up at her. “You’re… you’re Shan?” John ask.
“Three times we tried to kill you and your companion, Mr. Holmes. What does it tell you when an assassin cannot shoot straight?” Shan asks. She lifts her hand and cocks the pistol. John cringes back, turning his head away. He is struggling against his bonds. Shan looks down at him. John breaths out heavily as her finger tightens on the rigger. John stares into the barrel of the gun, his face full of terror as she pulls the trigger all the way. I scream as the gun clicks. John grunts in shock, and Shan smiles smugly. “It tells you that they’re not really trying.” John breathes heavily, trying to get control of himself. I keep trying to get off my bonds or the gag. Shan slides a clip into the pistol and then cocks it again before pointing it at John’s head a second time. John cringes away from it. “Not black bullet now.” Shan says.
“Okay.” John says breathily.
“If we wanted to kill you, Mr. Holmes, we would have done it by now. We just wanted to make you inquisitive.” Shan looks at him sternly. “Do you have it?”
“Do I have what?” John asks.
“The treasure.” Shan says.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” John says.
“I would prefer to make certain.” Shan looks at her men, one of whom now pulls the cover off the large object to reveal the crossbow which was used at the circus. An arrow is already loaded in it. John stares at it and sighs deeply. Shan turns back to him. “Everything in the West has its price; and the price for her life ...” John turns and stares at me. “... information.” The two men walk over and pick up my chair. I cry out through the gag as the carry to towards the crossbow.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” John says in anguished.
The men set my chair down on the other side of the crossbow, putting the arrow tip directly in front of me. I stare at it, trying not to cry, and tugging at the ropes tying me to the chair.
Shan glares down at John. “Where’s the hair pin?”
John is tugging at his own bonds in spite of the pistol aimed at him. “What?”
“The Empress pin valued at nine million sterling. We already had a buyer in the West; and then one of our people was greedy. He took it, brought it back to London and you, Mr. Holmes, have been searching.” Shan explains.
“Please. Please, listen to me. I’m not ... I’m not Sherlock Holmes. You have to believe me. I haven’t found whatever it is you’re looking for.” John tries to explain.
“I need a volunteer from the audience!” Shan says loudly.
“No, please. Please.” John says desperately.
“Ah, thank you, lady. Yes, you’ll do very nicely.” Shan says and she walks towards me. I glare at her and tug on the ropes again.
Shan smiles, takes out a knife and reaches up to the sandbag suspended over a pulley handing from the ceiling. She stabs the knife into the bag and sand beings to pour out. I finally get my gag off and I stop tugging at the ropes. I see John sigh out an appalled breath and stare up at the bag in horror. I look at John and he looks at me. “Tell Sherlock that he is a git but he better never give this stuff up. His mind needs to be used.” I yell to know and feel some tears slip down my face. “Tell Mycroft that… that he is the most important in my life and that he meant so much to me.” I sniffle and John nods. “Tell Molly for being one of my best friends. Tell her that she was one of my rocks in the past years.” I close my eyes and smile softly. “John. You have been a light in my dark world. I know we haven’t know each other for a long time but you made my days better.” I let out a sob and watch Shan walk over and place a black origami lotus flower on my lap. I glare at her through my tears.
“I’m not Sherlock Holmes!” John says frantically.
“I don’t believe you.” Shan says.
“You should, you know.” I hear Sherlock say behind me. I let out a breath and close my eyes and looks at John. Shan spins around to look. “Sherlock Holmes is nothing at all like him.” I see Shan raise her pistol, cocks it and aims it towards him. “How would you describe me, John? Calliah? Resourceful? Dynamic? Enigmatic?”
“Late.” John says tetchily.
“That’s a semi-automatic. If you fire it, the bullet will travel at over a thousand metres per second.” Sherlock explains
“Well?” Shan asks.
“Well ...” Sherlock says. I hear someone collapse to the ground. “the radius curvature of these walls is nearly four metres. If you miss, the bullet will ricochet. Could hit anyone. Might even bounce off the tunnel and hit you.” I hear something fall over and sigh. I feel someone behind and I look behind to see Sherlock. I smile in relief. He starts to untie, then it stops. I hear Sherlock cry out and I look back and then back at the arrow. I look up at the sandbag, which just passed the counterbalance weight on its way down. I feel Sherlock untying my bonds again for a minute. John struggles to stand and manages to stumble forward a couple of paces, half-carrying and half-dragging the chair with him, before he loses his balance and falls onto his side. I frown and close my eyes. I knew I was going to die. A part of me was okay with this. Mycroft wouldn’t have to worry about me anymore. John and Sherlock didn’t need the extra weight carrying them down. I never helped with the cases. I hear the arrow go off but nothing hits me. I open my eyes and see that the crossbow is facing up and I head a groan. I see that John has moved. He must have hit it up. I start to sob in shock and see Sherlock drop down beside me. “It’s all right.” Sherlock says soothingly. “You’re gonna be all right. It’s over now. It’s over.” He rubs my arm comfortingly and bends down to untie my ropes. I look at John and he smiles wearily at me. I smile back. Sherlock straightens up and stands behind me. He puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
Later, the police have arrived to clear up the mess. John puts his arm around my shoulders and walk away. “You okay?”
I nod. “I just want to go home.” I say softly and feel another arm on my shoulder. I look up and see Sherlock. He smiles at me and the boys lead me away.
We are back at the house. I am sitting in Sherlock’s chair, a blanket on me. I was in comfy clothes now and watching the boys in the kitchen. Sarah had called John to see if he was alright and he told her he was and that their next date wouldn’t be like this one. John was sitting at the table which Sherlock stands next to him and pours a mug of tea. “Ta.” John says. He looks at the translated message. “So, ‘nine mill’…” John says.
Sherlock pours two more cups of tea. He brings one to me. “Million.” He tells John. I smile up at him softly.
“Million, yes; ‘Nine million for jade pin. Dragon den, black Tramway’.” John tries to understand.
“An instruction to all their London operatives.” Sherlock explains.
“Mmm.” John says.
“A message; what they were trying to reclaim.” Sherlock says.
“What, a jade pin?” John asks.
“Worth nine million pounds. Bring it to the Tramway, their London hideout.” Sherlock explains.
“Hang on: a hairpin worth nine million pounds?” John asks.
“Apparently.” Sherlock says.
“Why so much?” John asks.
“Depends who owned it.” Sherlock says and smiles.
The boys left later and I opted to stay home. They didn’t want me to but I didn’t want to run all over London again. I go to my room and lay down on my bed. I had texted and called Mycroft a couple times but he was ignoring me. I started to cry. I didn’t want him to leave me. He was my best friend and my rock. I needed him in my life. I reach into my bed side table drawer and bring out a little scalpel. No one knew that I had this. I didn’t use it a lot any more, only when I needed to get away from my demons. I lift my top and move my pants down a little so I could see my hip. I lay down and cut a long line onto my hip. I sigh and close my eyes. I let the relief wash over me. I hear someone come into the living room and I jump up. The boys shouldn’t be home yet. I put my scalpel away and move my clothes back in their right position. I rush out to the living room and see Mycroft standing in the middle of the room.
I smile. “Croft!” I call out and rush to him. He opens his arms and I go into them. “You came.” I say softly. He rubs my back.
“Of course. You might have chosen Sherlock but I still care about you.” Mycroft explains.
I look. “I didn’t choose Sherlock. You didn’t let me tell you that I wanted to stay.” I say and frown.
He frowns and I can see him thinking back. “Oh.” He simply says. I laugh and hug him. “So you are alright? Not hurt?” He asks and holds me out to look at me.
“I’m okay Croft.” I tell him.
“You are bleeding.” He says looking at my hip.
“Shit.” I say softly. He moves my pants away and sees the cut.
“Calliah. What is this?” He asks and frowns.
“Um, I just cut myself on something.” I lie. He frowns and looks at me. I knew that he didn’t believe me. “I had to take away the pain.” I say softly and look down. He puts my pants right and hugs me.
“You know if you feel like that, you can come to me.” He says.
I push him away. “I tried! You were ignoring me!” I yell at him.
He frowns. “Well I thought you choose Sherlock!” He yells back.
“Because you wouldn’t let me explain! For a smart man you are quite dull about people sometimes!” I yell. He sighs and nods. I lead him to the couch and sit by him. “I told you. I will chose you each time. Trust me Croft.”
“I know I do Ardaigh.” He says. I smile at the term of endearment. I move to his lap and cuddle into him. He smiles at me and kisses my head. “Want to come over and watch the next movie?” He asks.
“No, I want to stay here. The boys will be worried if I was gone. We can watch TV here. I stole a pair of your pajamas so there is a pair if you want them.” I say. He laughs and nods. I get up and head to my room. I hear him follow me. We get to my room and I get out a new set of comfy clothes and a set of silk pajamas. I hand the pajamas to Mycroft and I get changed. He changes and fold his clothes and sets them on my bed. He leaves the room and I go to follow him. I stop and steal his tie. I wrap it around my wrist and smile. I go to him and see that he is sitting on the couch. I grab the remote and move to his lap. He looks at me and I just smile. I turn the TV on and start flipping channels. I notice that Doctor who is on so I stop at that one. I cuddle into Mycroft and smile as he starts talking with my hair. After a half-hour I was asleep.
“What is he doing here?” I hear. I keep my eyes close and cuddle into Mycroft’s chest.
“Shh Sherlock. They are sleeping.” I hear John say.
“He doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t do this. Not with any one.” Sherlock says. I open my eyes and see that the boys were standing by the table and looking at us. “Ah she wakes.” I look down and see that Mycroft laid down and placed me on the side of him. I’m just happy that I haven’t fallen off the couch. I had my back to him and we were laying on our sides. Mycroft had an arm draped over me. I turn my head and see that he is still sleeping. I slowly get up and cover up Mycroft.
“He does do this and sleeps. He does it with me.” I tell him. I lean down and kiss Mycroft’s forehead lightly. I stand up and cover him and turn to the boys. Sherlock’s face was a mixed between anger, confusion, and amazement. “He is sleeping so go away.” I tell them. John nods and tells me goodnight. I turn to Sherlock and he still have that look on his face. “What?”
“Why you? How do you get him to act like that? You are a no body. I mean-“ Sherlock starts to say till he is slapped by me. “What?” He asks.
“You are such a pompous git! I can’t believe that Molly has a crush on you? I can’t even stand to be in your presents sometime!” I yell. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I look around angrily. “What?!” I yell. I see Mycroft and I calm down. “Oh Croft. I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head and wraps an arm around me. He looks at Sherlock. “It doesn’t matter why I like hanging out with Calliah. I do and you will accept that. She is a great girl and the sooner you understand that the better. Come on Calliah. We can sleep in your room.” He leads me to my room and let me get into bed. He follows me and gets in behind me. He wraps one arm around me and puts the other on under my head. I smile and turn around so I was looking into his chest. “Don’t listen to him Ardaigh.”
“I’m trying not to. He just doesn’t understand.” I say. I feel Mycroft nod and I close my eyes. Soon I am back asleep.
I wake up the next morning in an empty bed. I frown and see that Mycroft has left the pajamas here and I smile. He will come over again. I look at my wrist and see that his tie is still around my wrist. I see a note on the side table and I pick it up.
I had to go off this morning. Call me later and we will have that dinner.
P.S. You are lucky that isn’t have favorite tie.
I smirk and put the note back on my side table. I walk out and go to the kitchen and start to look for food. Sherlock is sitting at the dining table and John is sitting opposite him. Sherlock is looking at the front page of the Sunday Express. I sit down with a bowl of cereal. John looks at me and smile. I smile back. Sherlock fold the paper in half, puts it down and picks up another newspaper.
“Over a thousand years old and it’s sitting on her bedside table every night.” John says.
“He didn’t know its value; didn’t know why they were chasing him.” Sherlock says.
“Hmm. Should’ve just got her a lucky cat.” John says and smiles. Sherlock smiles at his briefly and then looks away.
“Hmm.” Sherlock simply says. His gaze becomes distant. John and I look at him closely.
“You mind, don’t you?” John asks.
Sherlock looks at us. “What?”
“That she escaped – General Shan It’s not enough that we got her two henchmen.” I say.
“It must be a vast network, John and Calliah; thousands of operatives. We barely scratched the surface.” Sherlock explains.
“You cracked the code, though, Sherlock; and maybe Dimmock can track down all of them now that he knows it.” John says.
“No. No. I cracked this code; all the smugglers have to do is pick up another book.” Sherlock says.
He opens his newspaper and lifts it, beginning to read. John’s eyes drift over to the window. I look at my bowl and eat my cereal. I’m started to like living here with the boys.