"I've got a licence!" Sherlock said.
"He doesn't." John said, shaking his head.
"Shut up John, don't be silly." Sherlock said, taking a deep breath. "Yes, we could catch their little friend, but what is the use?"
"The use is that the British Nation would be a tad bit safer." a man said, standing in the doorway. "It is not safe to be shooting guns in poor Mrs. Hudson's flat. You'll wake up your neighbors, brother mine." the man walked over to Sherlock and forced the gun out of his hand. He turned to look at you. "And who's this? Did you finally get yourself a goldfish, brother?" he asked, smirking.

"I've got a licence!" Sherlock said.
"He doesn't." John said, shaking his head.
"Shut up John, don't be silly." Sherlock said, taking a deep breath. "Yes, we could catch their little friend, but what is the use?"
"The use is that the British Nation would be a tad bit safer." a man said, standing in the doorway. "It is not safe to be shooting guns in poor Mrs. Hudson's flat. You'll wake up your neighbors, brother mine." the man walked over to Sherlock and forced the gun out of his hand. He turned to look at you. "And who's this? Did you finally get yourself a goldfish, brother?" he asked, smirking.

She raised the saucepan warning, "You'll find I have a better mental capacity than a goldfish and the fact I do not have a hint of gold on me." (That moment when she was meant to be sweet) "back to business. I believe if we don't confront them, there's a good chance to find allies by watching them. Even better, befriend them."

"Befriend people working for the infamous Jim Moriarty? Are you daft?!" the man exclaimed. "This man has succeeded in stealing the crown jewels and murdering multiple people."
"Shut up Mycroft, go eat cake." Sherlock said. "Go do something about it. You are the British Government." he added sarcastically.
"So we're going after Moriarty? Again? Have you even thought about this Sherlock? Remember when I was wired up with bombs?" John asked heatedly.
"Yeah. Just jump on him again, the snipers won't shoot." Sherlock said carelessly. The bloody sociopath.
"And don't you think about taking Midnight." John added.
Sherlock shot you a lazy smirk.

"I'll befriend him then." she sat down lazily, "No one knows me at all, and how would a simple working girl ever be able to make the connection?"

"Midnight, you do not know what you're getting yourself into." Sherlock warned. "This man is crazy. He kills people for fun! At least come on a case with us to find him, then you'll see the monster he is." Sherlock said. "He wants to get your attention anyways. I've realized the letter in your room was no mistake. You've caught Moriarty's eye. It's a game you should play carefully."
"Well then," Mycroft stood up, "I'll get you a car to take you over to the crime scene. Lestrade's waiting." he pressed a button on his phone, and a few moments later, a car honked outside. "Be careful how you act, Midnight. Your next action could be your last."
The driver opened the rear car door for you and John, Sherlock got in on the left-hand front passenger's seat.

Will you go in?

She kept the saucepan (does she have her bag?) "Which crime scene? Do we need a car to walk down the corridor?"

(Yes)

"Different crime scene. This one's more.... interesting." Sherlock said, getting in the car. "Coming?'

"Different crime scene. This one's more.... interesting." Sherlock said, getting in the car. "Coming?'

Midnight nodded and ducked into the car, putting her stuff by her feet, "However we'll scower my apartment after." for supplies and clues..

John got in the car after her.
"Endsleigh street." Sherlock told the driver.
After about a 30-minute drive (because in London; traffic is hell), they arrived at the crime scene. Sherlock and John got out of the car.
"You coming?" the sociopath asked.

(English traffic vine coming up xD)
"No, I'm just going to take a holiday to China" she got out, taking her items.