A New Life

Chapter Five

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Sherlock had led us to Tower 42 Old broad street. I looked up at the tall sleek building, its sophistication and glamour made me want to straighten my blouse and fidget. If I'd known we were coming to a place like this I'd have dressed better.

John sent me a smile sensing my anxiety. He had always been in sync with my emotions, something that I was glad had survived our time apart. It was a perk of many years of close friendship. It also probably had something to do with me being unable to hide my emotions.

We followed Sherlock through the revolving glass doors and into Shade Sanderson bank.

John met my gaze again mouthing the word, "Wow". I hopped on the escalator behind John smiling to myself, I'd always loved riding escalators, I jumped from one step to another.

Sherlock glanced at me shaking his head at my obvious child-like behavior. I sent him a shrug unembarrassed - I would never be ashamed of being who I was.

"Yes, when you said we were going to the bank..." John mumbled, still looking around in awe.

I watched Sherlock as he took in his surroundings. Eyeing everything, including the security system - which requires a key card to pass through the barriers. He walked up to the receptionist's desk

"Sherlock Holmes," he simply said.

A few moments later we were taken to a fancy glass office and greeted by a man no older than Sherlock. Grinning at us he offered Sherlock his hand.

"Sherlock Holmes," he said grasping Sherlock's hand with both of his.

"Sebastian," Sherlock said almost politely.

"Howdy buddy, whats it been? Eight years since I last clapped eyes on you?" Sebastian asked, eying John and myself.

Sherlock looked at Sebastian with only marginally hidden dislike on his face. "This is my friend John Watson and my colleague, Elisabeth Riley," Sherlock said.

I smirked at his calling me a colleague but decided to say nothing. After all, I was helping with the case. Sebastian was obviously surprised by Sherlock having a friend, though.

"Friend?" he balked. John looked at me uncomfortably.

"Actually, I'm a colleague as well," he said.

"Right," Sebastian nodded. "Right." He gave Sherlock an odd look scratching his neck in obvious discomfort.

His lack of belief in Sherlocks ability to make friends angered me. I could tell as soon as I met him he was a bully, I hated bullies. Truthfully I knew his lack of belief was well founded, but still, he didn't know that. As he said, it had been eight years since they'd known each other.

"Well, grab a pew. Do you need anything? Coffee?, Water?" he asked, suddenly remembering his manners.

Sherlock shook his head as we took our seats. He waved his hand, dismissing his secretary, and took a seat behind his desk. Sebastian finally looked directly at me and smiled, as if he'd only just noticed I belonged to the opposite sex. He sent me a wink and wet his lips. I shifted in my seat, trying to keep my hands to myself - all I wanted to do was slap him across the face.